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Life Goes On Ch. 00

By: NotDickens



Prologue

An empty bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape stood beside a small dish of cheese, the last of the full red wine swirling in her glass. Her dark eyes, enhanced by the low wattage Tiffany lamps, peered over the hand slowly turning the glass, studying my facial _expression. She was curled up into a large, comfortable chair, blue in color. The loose, flowery silk dress worn for the earlier dinner party leant a softer feminine touch than the professional look she often favored during the day. She had been an accomplished host for the larger group, an easy conversationalist as we shared some wine once the others left.

"Four years," she mused, "that seems such a long time for a man."

Our conversation had taken a subtle turn, no doubt abetted by the wine, moving into a sharing of the celibacy existing in our individual lives. Mine had been easy during the months of caring for a dying wife, not even considered during that first year of mourning, now a bit of a challenge as life moved on. She hadn't given away all of her situation, alluding to the lonely side of a twenty-year divorcee in a small town while drawing me out.

Reaching down to set my empty glass beside the chair in which I sat opposite, I took the opportunity to move my eyes away as I answered with some defensive humor in my voice, "Perhaps, I don't keep track on a calendar."

Aware of silk rustling, I turned my eyes to see her unfolding from the chair. With a smooth gracefulness, she leaned out of the chair and swept across the carpet to kneel before my chair. Her free hand settled onto one of my thighs as she lifted her glass and slowly drank the remaining wine.

Her tongue appeared, sliding down into the glass and licking out the last few drops, an effective touch to suggest a change in the moment.

"I'd like to help," she said softly, gazing up at me with eyes now smoldering.

Setting her glass beside mine on the floor, she pushed my legs further apart and leaned forward. Her hands moved in, reaching out to begin the process of unbuckling my belt, steady and familiar with how to do so, it seemed.

The loose knot of hair was an interesting mix of ebony and silver atop her head, some loose strands falling down across her cheeks. Leaning forward as she was, the smooth slopes of her bosom showed within the low cut of her dress. Affected by the sight, I leaned back in the chair and focused on her breasts, feeling my loins reacting to the lush flesh.

I felt my pants being unzipped, then pulled open. A thrill shot through me as one of her hands slipped down under the elastic top of my shorts. It was the first woman's hand to go there in such a long time that it felt as exciting as the first time over thirty years ago when my first girlfriend had done something similar.

She had stopped talking now, the only sounds that of clothes being moved about. Yet, when her fingers encountered the bulging flesh inside my shorts, a low croon of pleasure arose from deep in her throat. Her hand moved around, until fingers could wrap around the shaft. Then, she pulled down the shorts with one hand and pulled my swollen penis out into the open.

"Ah yes," she whispered, "it must be hard indeed."

Yes it had been a very long while since that exquisite warmth to be found in a woman's mouth had suffused my being. Breathing deeply, I gazed down upon the woman taking me between her lips and realized how much I wanted this now. Warmth and wetness mingled together in a delicious sensation, circular pressure sliding up and down my shaft, a hand massaging my balls, such a wonderful act re-discovered.

A mantle clock toned eleven times as the Tiffany lamps glowed softly. Shadows moved on the walls, a moving cameo of a woman and man engaged in an erotic dance. Sounds of a mouth sucking slowly, mixed with the pleasurable moans of both.

It had been a long time, too long, I soon realized. Not really knowing the woman at my lap, I spoke a warning, "I'm going to cum soon."

Mrs. Lockwood, the Congregational elder and proper School Board chairperson merely emitted an acknowledging sound of, "Mmmm", and started to suck somewhat harder. 

As the words of elderly Mrs. Hancock appeared for a moment in my thoughts, I succumbed to the ministrations of this complicated church elder and groaned in pleasure. 

Life Goes On Ch. 01



I remember the first time I saw Cool. I was working for his sister Dianne, in New York. She was a bizarre woman, statuesque, and a blond bombshell about forty, bi-sexual and kinky as hell. My twin brothers had applied for work in her mail order lingerie business and ended up becoming her panty boy toys after an extraordinary encounter with her at the annual company Christmas party. I was tipped off to my job my by brothers when her domestic walked out because she didn't want to participate in a females only orgy with Dianne and several of her friends.

I wasn't into the mass sex thing either, but I needed work and the pay was great. It came to pass that the bosses little brother was coming to pay a visit and we were in a frenzy to make a good impression on the kid. Turns out the family is wealthy beyond all stretch of the imagination and the guy arrives in a private jet piloted by a 'Mel's Diner, Flo like, trailer-trash bimbo', with too much boobs and an appetite for young boys, which she exercised at every opportunity.

Dianne, of course, helped herself to all the goodies too, including the brother. The whole apartment was arms and legs for the entire first day and night of his stay. I stayed scarce but I just have to tell you about the brother.

He was the original tall, dark and handsome type. His people called him Tall Cool One. When I first laid eyes on him, I got wet in the panties. I can't explain it, he just had style. He seemed intelligent, soft spoken, charming, took an interest in what you had to say and when he played his guitar for us, I melted away.

He made no bones about the fact that his family was perverted and incestuous. In fact, he spent quite a long time telling me about his black stepmother, and how he had gotten his half sister pregnant and some of the other crazy things his family had done throughout the years. He was a fascinating person to be around.

There was a group sex party at the apartment that weekend and some way or other; I wound up in the middle of it with him, his sister and the blond pilot, and some of Dianne's regular party people. It got extremely kinky because one of the older gals was a pisser and that's one of Dianne's weaknesses. She loves the golden shower and when Cool drenched them, she and her friend Casey were in heaven.

It's still a little hazy on how I ended up in the middle of it, but when his big hard cock slid into me the first time, I had the first real man fuck orgasm I could remember. I was real nice to him after that, because I was hoping for a return engagement. I found out he likes to be pampered. I gave him a complete nail treatment and a full body tongue massage and had the man to myself for the rest of my life. I can still remember it to this day. He lifted me up on the bed, laid me down and lowered his face to my redheaded pussy, and went to town. That man eats pussy just fine. And he's no quitter, either. He stays at it until you're completely drained. Then he wants to fuck.

I was dumbfounded when out of the blue, he tells his sister he's taking me back to Florida with him. I had no more inclination to go flying off to Florida with some weirdo sex maniac, than the man in the moon. So I packed my meager belongings, took my whole fortune of $512.00, and went flying off to Florida with this gorgeous hunk. He really floored me when he gave me a ten thousand dollar cocktail ring, on the flight home. My head would continue to spin for many years. In fact, even now I never know what to expect. He bought a seven million dollar yacht when we were in Costa Rica recently, because I said it was cute.

The man has boundless sexual energy and it really got interesting when he asked me to marry him, we had a double ceremony with his father and the Spanish housekeeper. Oh, let me also mention, we sort of three of us got married together. His half-sister Camille and I decided to share him for life and it has worked for over twenty years. It may sound all a bit strange, but you have to remember, the whole family is perverted in one way or another, including our children whom we love dearly. That's another story all together, but I'll let them tell you about that themselves.

Cool has a way of letting you know what's on his mind without really saying it out loud. He makes his mind up and that's the way she goes. I have to admit, when you have money, anything can happen. His dad was always after him to spend, spend, spend, but Cool has his own ideas. When he wants something, he goes after it. He only buys the best and when he builds something on the estate, it's a fortress built to last. There are nine buildings on the property now, all poured concrete and stone.

Our entire life together has been one long sexual free for all. Virtually anything is allowed, and everything goes. I remember once many years ago when I was pregnant with Bobby Sue, we went into Daytona to buy a car. Cool ended up buying nine Cadillac's. I sucked off the salesman and Camille fucked the guy in the back of a limo on the sales floor. It was all very humorous.

We spent many evenings in Old Virgil's Chamber Of Tortures; Cool calls it The War Room. This is a dark dungeon like room, accessible only through a secret door in the study, set up with all manner of medieval equipment designed for the specific purpose of tying or chaining people to in order to inflict either pain, or sexual pleasure. A huge cabinet on one wall contains many implements of pain or pleasure, including all kinds of whips and paddles, nipple clamps and ball stretchers, masks, gags, leather straps and soft silken ropes, feathers, you name it. No body ever gets hurt there, but we surely have us a time. 

I remember Cool coming into the kitchen one night, all excited about finding an old guitar in a pawnshop up in Jacksonville. Music and playing the guitar is the one thing that Cool does that is all his own. I think he does it for his own satisfaction and forgets that anyone else even enjoys his gift. He invited me to come downstairs to his little studio and keep him company while he put new strings on his new treasure and played it through his amazing sound amplifiers.

We talked about lots of stuff that night, our kids, and Caroline, my mother and Camille. He reminisced about Helen and Marie and Karen. He wondered about the chubby blond he and Marie had sex with in St, Augustine, who he found later and brought her home. And the bartender that watched the door for them that day. He's had so many experiences, and I've had so few. He makes me crazy horny when he talks about his other women.

The unspoken rule of the house is, nobody gets their nose out of joint over one of us having sex with any of the others. Everybody agreed going in that freedom of choice was the rule. Sometimes I wish I had him all to myself but then I realize that he would have fucked me to death, by now, if he hadn't had so many other playmates. Truth is, I've slept with all of them myself, both man and woman alike. And I have loved every minute of it.

Cool was feeling particularly romantic on this evening, as I recall, and he joined me on the sofa with a glass of his favorite Scotch and my white wine. He sat facing me as we talked about nothing and out of the blue, he says, "Thanks for being such a great wife."

You could have knocked me off the couch with a feather. He never says things like that.

"Thank you, yourself," I answered, wondering what would come next.

"No, I mean it," he continued. "I wonder sometimes what possessed me to bring you here but I just write if off to good fortune. We've got an insane household here, but you're always the rock."

I was stunned by his philosophical meanderings. His eyes looked as if he was about to cry.

"I just love you so much," he said softly.

I reached for his glass and set both of them on the floor and covered his mouth with my own. His tongue slipped between my lips and snaked its way deep into my mouth. I crawled way up into his arms and our kiss lasted for long minutes. I suddenly had those wet panties again and knew we would soon be engaged in our favorite pastime. 

I helped Cool out of his clothes and took him deep in my mouth. I love the taste and feel of his cock. He's thick and long enough to fill me completely up, without stretching me to the limits. His moans of pleasure reassured me I was making him feel good. I sucked gently, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and swirling my tongue all around the bottom of him. I pulled back to the head and raked my teeth easily along his length. I let him pop out and licked him all the way down to his dark rosebud and back to the tip.

I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth to get it wet and slowly pushed it into his butt, taking his cock back deep in my throat. Cool moaned again, this time much louder and he pushed himself farther into my mouth. He was getting even harder.

Cool was getting really cranked up and wanted to suck on my pussy. I let him lay flat on the sofa and I lifted my leg across his face, giving him free access to my drooling cunt, without ever breaking contact with his cock. Tall Cool delved right in. His tongue went directly through my damp lips and into the heart of me. When he hit my clit for the first time, tiny little sparks shot through me. I must have clamped down on him with my teeth, because he grunted in protest. I couldn't help my self; his tongue in my pussy was driving me bonkers.

The man is like this every time we make love. He enjoys every second of it and gives you a hell of a ride every time. Just like that night in the studio, he kept sucking at my pussy until I had no more strength left in me. Then he turned me around and slipped that big hard sausage in my pussy and drilled into me like John Henry.

He had me on my hands and knees with one arm under me driving into me like he was afraid I'd get away. Not so, My Love, I ain't interested in anything else but your big pecker and it feels marvelous. When he's fucking me from behind, he gets his cock in me just right and hits me way up inside on just this one spot, and BINGO! I go off like a rocket. Well, I'm having one huge orgasm after another when suddenly, I feel him stiffen up and plug his big dick as far inside me as he can mash it. Then I feel the heat in there from his juice flooding into me. It consumes me and I just wail when he fills me up.

It's always the same, even when we're with Camille or one of the others. I get light headed when I feel his hot cum filling me up.

I enjoy having sex with the others too. Camille and I have blown each other away for many years. She has a special thing with Cool, something beyond consciousness. Their bond is a blood bond and no one even knows what the original attraction was. She was pregnant with Caroline when I came on the scene so I didn't pry. We just all fell in love with each other and have lived it together the whole time. Go figure.

When our son reached puberty. He lusted over his older sister Caroline. And then he started chasing Bobby Sue. It's got to be in the genes, all this interfamily sexual attraction. I first encountered Billy with Caroline a couple of days after he turned nineteen. But I've been told, he'd been boffing her for quite some time. They were bunched up on the bed down in the video room. I'm not sure why I went down there but I was standing just inside the door when I heard this slurping sound and thought Cool had one of the ladies in for a photo session. Upon further examination, I found Caroline sucking on he brother's hard cock. He was a jackrabbit to say the least. He popped off in her mouth in about two minutes. She got mad as hell at him, but he just turned her over and slipped his still hard meat into her sloppy pussy and pumped away. He only lasted a couple of minutes again and then he jumped up and left her laying on the bed, fuming.

He almost ran me down on his way out of the studio, but he didn't see me. I went in to Caroline and sat with her on the bed for a long time.

"Does Camille know you and Billy are doing this?" I asked.

"Nobody except Bobby Sue knows," Caroline sniffled.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He gets off so fast," she explained. "He never gets me there."

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" I asked, softly.

"With a boy, or otherwise?" she countered.

I knew where we were going so I let her talk.

"This guy I dated at school, finally got around to sex," she said. "I let him play with my tits on a couple of dates but he never went any farther. One night I just asked him if he wanted to play with my cooter and he said sure. Next thing I know, I had this big dick with a green rubber on it screwing me. I came like mad. When he found out that I was part black, he dumped me."

"Pig," I said. "Now how about otherwise?"

"I get off when I masturbate," she whispered.

"You're supposed to," I said. "How about with another girl?"

"Not really," she said.

"Are you interested?" I asked.

I was dripping, by now. Caroline was so much like her mother was when we first started up together; I couldn't resist the opportunity to investigate.

"Oh, yes." Caroline breathed.

She had been sitting just inches from me, naked, during this entire conversation. I reached my hand out and touched her cheek. I had to be naked immediately so I stood up and stripped as fast as I could and then I lay with her on the bed. We explored each other's bodies for a long time. We never rushed or pushed. It simply happened. We kissed and fondled feet, legs, knees, thighs, fingers, elbows, breasts, toes, nipples, necks, armpits, eye sockets, ears, ass holes, and pussies. Both of us were supercharged.

When my mouth touched her on her drenched Mons Venus, Caroline erupted like a volcano, spilling her sweet honey all over my face. I dabbled in her until she could no longer talk straight. After a while, she returned the favor. Timidly at first, but she was a quick study and shortly, I splashed over her face with a strong sweet orgasm of my own.

"You remind me of your mama, Honey," I told her.

"Oh, God, Rita. You won't tell my mother, will you?" Caroline asked, worried.

"Your mother will want to make love to you too, Darlin'" I answered.

And she has. And we have together. And I have engaged the services of my son, on many occasions. But just like Caroline told me. He's a sixty-second man. He's gotten real close to his grandmother, my mother. I hope she teaches him how to relax. He can be a frustrating boy.

Life at Islands Estates is an adventure. I have enjoyed every day of my life here and look forward to whatever the future may hold. Tall Cool Virgil Ellis is a saga as yet unfinished. 



Life Goes On Ch. 02



I'm not proud of some of the things I have allowed myself to become involved in, but I have a no regrets. I lived the way I wanted to and I don't feel that I have caused anybody any great amount of pain or anguish.

During my more than twenty years as a high school teacher, I never had a sexual encounter with one of my students. Although, it was but a few days after Virgil Ellis graduated, that I allowed him to have his way with me. Or maybe it was the other way around. I had been unfaithful to my abusive husband prior to this time, but had never resorted to screwing one of my students.

I grew up with his sister but never put the two of them together, because I hadn't seen Dianne in over fifteen years. However, young Mister Ellis had an aura surrounding him that drew the ladies in like moths to the flame. I still get butterflies when I think back on how wet I got with him watching me in class.

He would sit there, staring at my behind when I stood at the blackboard, or peeking up my skirt when I sat on the desk or bent over. Even the text in his essays was laced with suggestive innuendo. He was a brilliant student, cultivated by his strange family and a talent for music shared with few others. His ability to write and play music could have made him a rich man, but his family already had deep pockets so he never took any money for any of his work. He always gave the accolades and the benefits to someone else.

I've never been true to any man. Some say that I'm a slut. I just enjoy the feelings I have during sex. I have been involved in virtually every kind of kinky shit you can imagine. I only came close to getting hurt once, during an episode with a young black man that I had evidently teased too much, but Virgil was close by so I escaped with my ass in tact.

Virgil and his friend Dennis had a little band, back in their senior year at Flagler High School, with two other boys. I first heard Virgil play his guitar during a talent contest sponsored by the senior class. I went limp in the knees when he closed his eyes and laid his head back and drifted off to a far away place while he played an extended lead solo in one of the songs they performed. Most of the time he can't remember what he's played, it just comes out of him.

I play piano and keys and later after I moved into the apartment at Islands Estates, we collaborated on numerous pieces, selling many of them to top artists in both the pop and country music genre. He never accepted any of the royalty money, putting all the proceeds in my account. 

My first journey into carnal depravity with Virgil took me away from my husband and released me to be whom I really am. The man made me boil inside. I loved him from that day on but never fell in love with him. We were fuck buddies. And we painted a swath across Northeast Florida that I am sure is still remembered by many to this day.

Virgil, as you may already know had been branded Tall Cool One by his half sister Camille, whom he later sired a child for, and lived with as husband and wives with a stunning redhead from New York. But I get ahead of myself.

Cool and I kind of got into public sex and had some rather devilish adventures in nasty barroom toilets and other assorted interesting places. One of his conquests delivered him a fine son nineteen years after we screwed her silly in an ancient tavern in St. Augustine. Cool was always bringing strays home, and most of them stayed around for many years.

I had an entirely different relationship with Dennis. Cool was always egging him on to fuck me when we were playing music together in the early days. Dennis has eleven inches of long, smooth, curvy cock designed perfectly for anal sex due to his slender girth. I remember once on a trip up to Neptune Beach, when Cool goaded him into taking me in the back of his old station wagon and fucking me while we drove along State Road A-1-A. Dennis was reluctant at first, but after I sucked him up to full mast and turned around and presented him with my little brown target, he slipped right in there and rode me like a pony. God, he gets in there a long way. He pumped me so full of gooey cum, that I had to have Cool stop by the side of the rode so I could squeeze some of it out. He and Dennis thought I just had to pee.

Later that night, I sucked off their new bass player in the biffy at Brandy's and we bumped into the girl from St. Augustine. We went to her place and Dennis and Cool doubled up on her while I licked on Denny's butt. When I think back on all the times we had, I still get juicy in the joint.

It's too bad I was twenty years older than those two. I would have loved to have more times with both of them.

I went on the road with Dennis for four years. Cool refused to do the music tours so we worked for an agent out of Nashville. The country music scene is a wild ride. Back in the seventies, it was a little tamer than in later years, but we still lived bizarre lives. On one tour, our band was the opening act for the Waylon Jennings and the Strangers Show. Those guys were heavy hitters and had a monstrous following so most of our shows were complete sellouts.

One particular night, after our segment of the show, one of the roadies cozied up to me and asked me how I liked younger guys. When I told him naked and hard, I thought he was about to lose his water. I took him by the arm and ushered him backstage to where the crews all hang out before, during and after the show, and pushed him back in between a row of equipment crates. I peeled him out of his jeans and took him way down my throat. I sucked the poor guy breathless. When he was about to blow his nuts, I pulled him out of my mouth and took his whole load square in the face.

He stumbled backwards and went sprawling out from between the crates, with his dick in his hand, and landed flat on his butt. Having been discovered by some of the others on the crew, they of course wanted some of the same. I was revved up by now and in the mood to be nasty so we went out to the bus and I took the next guy's clothes off, after stripping myself and had him stuffing my pussy with his hot meat while I sucked his buddy's cock. Word went around that there was a train getting pulled in the bus and before it was over, I had sucked off nine guys, had four loads in the ass and seven in my pussy. Gene, our driver, finally ran everybody out of the bus, so he could get a turn for himself. I was on top of him with his dick stuck in my cunt when Dennis came in and loaded his long spear up my already juicy ass hole.

I was labeled the crew slut for the rest of the tour and had to stay pretty close to Denny for fear of continued assaults from the crew. Seems once they get in your britches, they always want to get back in. I don't think Denny ever told Cool about that summer, I was a little embarrassed because things did get just a smidgen out of hand that night. Although, I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I was thirty years younger.

I taught Cool's children at home until they went to high school. The boy, Billy Joe, was a pistol. Even when he was young, he was just like his father. He was always making wise remarks with sexual overtones, just to get a rise out of me. I never confided in Cool about it, the kid was the spitting image of his dad.

After he had turned eighteen, I walked in on him and Camille by the pool one afternoon. Camille had his thick cock planted tightly in her pussy with the boy dumping a huge load into her. I was about to step back into the hall when he saw me and stood up with his cock sticking straight out at me. I couldn't resist the temptation so I walked over to him and dropped to my knees and licked him clean.

He told me then that he had been horny for me so I pulled my panties down and bent over the back of a chair and let him fuck me from behind. Camille sat quietly in her chair, dragging on a cigarette while he emptied his balls in me. The whole episode only took a few minutes and he was gone.

"He really needs to learn some self control," Camille stated.

"I'll say," I replied. "I didn't even get a buzz going and he was gone."

"Me too," Camille said, crushing out her cigarette and pulling me down on the lounger next to her.

Eight seconds later, we were locked in a sixty-nine, finishing what our young friend had started.

Cool was always the gentleman. He never pushed or prodded. His way was gentle and he always got it. He could lay the whip on you, if you wanted him to. I can recall him and Louise, the black housekeeper who was his sort of stepmother and later lover, in The War Room. Louise would lie over that big leather horse and beg him to lay the leather to her big butt. Cool would lash her until it hurt to watch them and then they would fuck savagely 'til they were both too tired to move. 

It made me so hot just watching them that sometimes I would have him paddle me just so I could experience how she felt. I have to admit, it's a rush when the paddle falls and the heat builds up. And then when his cum hits you in the back of your cunt, it scalds your insides. Jesus, I'm soaking wet just thinking about it.

Another time, many years ago, Helen Blossom from next door, and I were sitting in one of the clubs in the old section of St. Augustine. Helen and I had been casual lovers for a while and we had enjoyed Cool together a few times. She even spent the night with Dennis and me upstairs now and then.

Anyway, we were sitting in Scarlet O'Hara's sucking on mint juleps through straws, when this bodybuilder type walks past our table. Helen, who was feeling no pain by this time of the evening, reaches out and cups the front of his pants as he passes our table. The hunk stops, takes hold of her hand and grinds his package hard into her palm. Helen clamps down and the boy has to take a seat with us at the table because of the rise in his jeans.

"So, what's your name?" Helen breathes in his ear.

"Roland," he whispers.

"So, Roland, have you ever made it with an older woman?" Helen asks, matter of factly.

"Uh. No. I don't think so," he answers.

All the while, Helen is kneading him through his jeans under the table.

"He's got potential," Helen declares, looking at me and winking her eye.

"Give us a couple of minutes and then meet us outside on Hypolita Street," Helen says, and we stand up and walk away from the stunned youth.

"Where are we going?" I asked her, when we get outside.

"Right over there," she says, pointing a long nailed finger across the street to a gate just behind The Old Gun Museum. "A friend of mine owns the place and I'm sure he won't mind if we borrow his back yard."

Leaning against the front porch post outside the club, Helen fires up two smokes and hands one to me. My panties are already getting damp thinking about the well muscled youth that we hoped would follow us outside and make the big moves on us.

About three minutes pass and sure enough, junior stalks out of the door and hitches his britches up and descends the three steps to the sidewalk. Helen and I each link an arm through an elbow and walk on either side of him, guiding him across the narrow brick paved street and through the wooden gate.

The small courtyard is completely enclosed behind a six-foot high adobe wall, which makes it impossible to see in from street level. Anybody who stepped out on any of the second story balconies along the street could look down over the wall into the yard. Being quite dark, the only light illuminating the area was ambient light from the distant streetlights. Even if you could see us, it would be very unlikely that we would be recognized.

I crossed the small grassy yard and sat on a wooden bench next to a long picnic table. Helen and the boy followed me and she dropped her purse on the ground near the leg of the table. She reached under her short skirt and skinned her panties down her legs and dropped them on her purse. Turning around, Helen pulled the lad into her arms and started kissing and groping him. I lit a cigarette and sat watching her ravage the poor kid.

When she had him naked down to his socks, she dropped to her knees and sucked on his steel pipe dick. I always get a kick out of watching somebody else suck a dick. I think about how I would have do it or wonder if I had, would the guy have reacted the same way. I guess I am a slut, because I just love sex and the kinkier it is, the better I like it.

Anyhow, Helen had the kid all worked up and I was getting sloppy in the drawers. I wanted some of his meat in my mouth too, so I stripped down to nothing and kind of pushed her aside and pulled the kid over to the table and laid him back on it. Helen grunted when her butt hit the grass. I gulped Roland's hard cock all the way down and he shot off after only a couple of long pulls on him.

Helen stripped, crawled up behind me and stuffed her tongue between my ass cheeks and tried to drill me in the butt. Roland stayed stone stiff in my mouth and I figured that round two was on the way so I tapped Helen on the head to get her attention and pulled her up to her feet. She got the idea right away and we pulled the boy up off the table. Helen laid back and the boy climbed on. He wasted no time with preliminaries, fucking her like a stallion. He was snorting and hissing and laying the meat to her and all the while Helen is juicing away. In only a very few minutes, the table under Helen's butt was stained dark with her heavy female flow.

Helen and her daughter Karen are two of the very few women I have ever been with that actually gush pussy juice when they cum. Most all women get wet and lubricate well but those two actually pump out a river during orgasm. I thought the boy should have a birds eye view of that so I pulled him off Helen and ordered him to lay back on the table again. I mounted his hot spear from the top and Helen sat on his face.

I started humping on his cock for all I was worth and Helen started rubbing her box on his face and as soon as his tongue found her clit, she erupted on the kid's face. He was wallowing in her flow and it drove him over the edge. His cock hardened to the consistency of diamonds and spewed an ocean of cum way up inside of me. I had my own episode and pushed down hard on him.

The kid yelped when I bucked down so hard and he later had me inspect his ass for slivers. I never saw him after that but I hoped he didn't have a hard time explaining the slivers he had in his ass cheeks to anybody. The kid struggled into his jeans and stumbled out the gate leaving the two of us, stark naked laying on the lawn in the dark. I heard a soft laugh from above and looked up to see a man and a woman on the balcony upstairs behind the courtyard. Fucking like crazy against the guardrail along the porch.

"Great show," The girl called out to us as her suitor slammed into her from behind.

Helen rolled me back on the grass, licking the mixed juices from my pussy as I lay there watching the couple above us. I love it, the nastier the better. Helen has that same little streak of adventure in her that I do. Maybe that's why we get along so well.

The sexual tensions always run high at Islands Estates. A house with so many extreme personalities can be exciting, but it can also be frustrating as hell. Nothing ever seems to bother Cool. He just rolls with it, letting everybody do his or her own thing. His mother, Sandra, is a perfect example.

She came to Islands Estates only a few days before Cool and Rita were married. Rita explained to me later that he had her panties down and his pecker in her within two hours of her arrival. I think he's just like a male puppy, lifting his leg on things just to mark territory. Except that Cool turns it into a big social activity, mixing everyone together after he tests the waters first. 

Sandra transformed herself from an absolute retro-bimbo into a polished lady very quickly after Cool set her up here. Her gratitude was heaped on Cool and he seemed to relish her affections for Billy Joe. But she always made time for the rest of us.

One afternoon, the spring after Cool built the barns and stable, Sandra, Cool and I were down by the corral. Cool had purchased a handsome chestnut quarter horse stud, hoping he would breed him with a couple of mares that he already had. This horse was prancing around the corral with his horse cock hanging down and swinging wildly under him. Cool opened the gate between the sections of the corral and the stallion quickly trotted in with the mare.

At first the mare didn't seem at all interested and just sort of wandered away each time he approached. Sandra was excited at the prospect of seeing the two animals get together and kept bugging Cool about it. She was pointing at the long cock on the horse and telling Cool he was just as thick, but not quite as long. It's the only time I ever saw Cool a little embarrassed.

When the two horses finally got around to each other, Sandra was wired for sound and hanging on to my arm for dear life. The stallion jumped up to do the nasty with the mare, his hard phallus sticking straight out under him, and Sandra actually seemed to be humping my leg. Cool was watching the action with both the horses and with Sandra and me. He came over and pulled Sandra away from me and pushed her against the rail fence. He unbuckled his jeans and did the same to hers and turned her around. He slid his pecker between her legs, forcing her to lean over the top rail.

I was getting fired up now and wanted some of the action but I waited until after Cool had finished filling her pussy. I pulled him away from Sandra and went down on her, searching for his hot cum with my mouth. She kept popping off with little orgasms until I felt Cool behind me pulling at my shorts. Sandra helped him get my pants down and held his stiff prick in her hand as he entered my pussy from behind. Her hands stayed between us as she inserted her fingers deep in my butt, filling my ass hole while Cool was filling my pussy. It took Cool a long time to get off but Sandra continued drilling my hinny the whole time.

The mare got pregnant and had a fine colt. We never had a threesome after that, but I spent many evenings with Sandra over the years sharing hot female sex.

Life at Islands Estates is like a big pot of stew. New ingredients are added and the pot gets stirred. It's sampled from time to time. It's always simmering away, sometimes it comes to a boil, but it never boils over. It's always good, everybody enjoys it and there's always enough to go around.



Life Goes On Ch. 02-03



CHAPTER TWO

"I'm glad to hear from you Olivia. Your father and I have tried to call you and all we get is a message that your phone has been disconnected," Sara said when she answered the phone. Shawn took the phone from her. "Olivia Kathrine Reed, I know you're over twenty-one but you have no right to worry your mother and I like that!" Shawn scolded.

"I'm sorry dad. I got my number changed and I've been in so many meetings with Lucas' boss that I haven't had the chance to call you and give it to you," Olivia murmured.

"Are you alright?" Shawn asked.

"I'm doing better. Luke has been a good friend," Olivia answered, glancing at him. Lucas gave her a smile, and Olivia sighed when she saw it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm okay dad, so far, there's no sign that Pat knows where I am. I do need to go though, I have to meet with Luke's lieutenant," Olivia added before hanging up. "What's wrong?" Olivia asked Lucas.

"Liv, you know what happened the other day can't happen again, right?" Lucas asked, his voice low.

"I know," Olivia murmured. She looked at him sadly. 

"We haven't seen each other since you graduated from high school, and you're on the rebound, I can't be your rebound guy," Lucas rambled.

"Luke, you won't ever be a rebound guy for me. I've been half in love with you since I was ten," Olivia admitted. Lucas smiled at that and studied her carefully. "And I'm glad that you were my first. You were so gentle and caring and patient," she added. Lucas pulled Olivia in for a tight but gentle hug.

"I will protect you," Lucas promised.

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"Hey Livvy," Lucas said with a smile as she walked out of the elementary school she was working in. It had been just over two months since Olivia had moved to Detroit; she was working as a substitute teacher, and had moved in with Lucas, it was his way of making sure she was safe and Joyce wasn't endangered by Olivia's presence, should Patrick ever discover where she'd moved to.

"Hey," Olivia smiled and hugged him.

"How was your day?" Lucas wanted to know as they walked to his car.

"It was good, one of the boys lost his tooth today and cried because the blood freaked him out, but other than that, it was a productive day," Olivia answered. 

Thanks to the in-service day, Olivia got out of work at eleven thirty in the morning, giving them just enough time to have lunch before Lucas had to go into work. After lunch, Lucas dropped Olivia off at his house. "I'll see you around seven tonight. Don't forget, you can call me if you need me," Lucas told her. He kissed her gently, watched Olivia go into the house before he drove away.

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"Really Mac, I'm fine. I haven't heard anything from Patrick since I changed my phone number and email address," Olivia said, cradling the phone between her shoulder and chin as she set the table for dinner. "I am sorry that I missed your birthday though. Happy birthday sis," she added. "What'd mom and dad do for your thirteenth birthday?" Olivia wanted to know. She placed the napkin to the left of the plate and put the silverware down on it before returning to the kitchen to finish tossing the salad. "That's great Mac!" Olivia looked at the clock, and discovered it was quarter to seven. "Hey kiddo, I have to go, Luke's going to be back from work soon, he had a short shift today because he covered for a collegue last week who's wife had a baby. Happy birthday and have fun at your party tomorrow," Olivia added before hanging up the phone.

Olivia set the bowl of salad in the center of the table and checked on the chicken she had in the oven; smells of basil and rosemary filled the air. Satisfied, Olivia closed the oven door and grabbed the bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and opened it as Lucas walked into the house.

"Smells good," Lucas commented, wrapping his arms around her. Olivia smiled and leaned back into him. "What's the special occasion?" he wanted to know, gesturing to the wine.

"I just thought some wine would be nice," Olivia murmured. Lucas followed her with his eyes as she bent down and pulled the pan of chicken out of the oven. "How was work?" Olivia wanted to know as she set the baking dish on the table.

"Busy. Lots of drunk and disorderly complaints from the area bars," Lucas answered. Olivia rolled her eyes and Lucas laughed. When they finished eating, Lucas stood up, pressed a kiss to the top of Olivia's head and said," I'm going to go take a shower, I'll be out soon."

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As Olivia lay on her stomach on Lucas' queen sized bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom, she grew more and more nervous as she waited. Finally, Olivia heard the water shut off and she sat up and let the blankets fall away as Lucas walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped securely around his waist. He stopped short when he saw Olivia on the bed, wearing absolutely nothing at all. "Livvy, what are you doing?" Lucas asked.

"I love you Luke," Olivia whispered.

"Olivia ..." Lucas lost all ability to speak when she stood up and made her way towards him.

"You aren't a rebound guy Luke, I love you," Olivia's voice was quiet, but sure. She loved the man in front of her with all of her heart. Olivia waited for Lucas to say something, her heart was pounding so loudly that she was sure her grandmother could hear it and she lived ten minutes away! Lucas opened his mouth to say something and closed it again as Olivia pulled the towel from around his waist, knelt in front of him and started to take his cock into her mouth.

"Olivia, honey, stop," Lucas said quietly but firmly.

"What's wrong?" Olivia wanted to know "Don't you want me?" her voice was small, and certain that she had done something wrong, tears filled her eyes.

"Olivia, don't cry," Lucas murmured. He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the bed. 

"What did I do wrong?" Olivia asked.

"You didn't do anything wrong. God Olivia, don't think that. I'm just trying to be smart and practical about this. My mom and your mom are best friends," Lucas reminded her.

"We aren't related Luke. Kelsey and Sam fostered you and mom isn't related to either of them," Olivia's voice was soft.

"I know. But Liv, as attracted to you as I am, I think that's all it is," Lucas' voice was gentle. He reached out and brushed a tear away from her cheek.

"Maybe I should just go back to Phoenix. Back to Pat," Olivia whispered.

"No!" Lucas exclaimed. He reached for her but Olivia pulled away from him and headed for the closet. "Liv, don't leave," Lucas said softly as he watched Olivia pull on sweat pants and a tee-shirt. She turned and looked at him sadly.

"I don't see any reason to stay," Olivia whispered. All Lucas could do was watch as Olivia walked out of the bedroom and he winced when he heard the front door slam shut.

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As Olivia walked down the street, tears streaming down her face, her phone rang. "Hello?" Olivia sniffled.

"You little whore!" Olivia stopped short, recognizing the voice. "You fucking little whore! Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

"Leave me alone Patrick, please," Olivia pleaded.

"No can do Liv. Now that I know where you are, I'm coming for you and I'm closer than you think," Patrick sneered before hanging up the phone. Olivia checked the caller ID and swallowed hard when she saw that the area code Patrick had called from was only an hour away from where she was staying. A hand reached out of the darkness and touched her on the shoulder; Olivia screamed and scrambled in her over-sized purse for her pepper spray.

"Liv, it's me!" Lucas exclaimed. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and dropped the pepper spray back into her bag before sagging against him. "What?" Lucas asked, seeing the look of terror on her face.

"Pat's somewhere in Michigan," Olivia whispered. Lucas looked around and cursed himself for leaving the house without his gun. 

"C'mon, lets get back inside," Lucas said, wrapping his arm around her. Once inside, Lucas locked the door behind him and set the alarm. "Why don't you go to bed and I'll call lieutenant Murphy," Lucas suggested. Even though it was only nine-thirty, Olivia nodded in agreement and headed towards the back of the house where the bedrooms were. 

Lucas rubbed his eyes and groaned as he glanced at the clock on the wall; it was nearly midnight and he couldn't wait to get into bed. He stopped short in the doorway of his room; Olivia wasn't in bed and it didn't look like she had even climbed in. Trying not to over-react, Lucas checked the guest room and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Olivia tucked up in the bed. Carefully, Lucas moved to the side of the bed, lifted Olivia into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom where he could keep an eye on her. He had a better chance of protecting her from Patrick if she slept in his bed then she did across the hall from him. Olivia moaned Lucas' name as he pulled the covers over her. Lucas sighed as he climbed into bed next to her. 

"I do love you Livvy," Lucas whispered as he lay down next to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "More than you can ever know." 

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Olivia woke up and blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings. At first, she was panicked as she realized she was not in the same place she was when she had fallen asleep, but she soon recognized the room to be Lucas' room and that he was nowhere to be seen. She climbed out of bed and pulled on her bath robe before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. There was a note on the counter from Lucas.

Liv,

Sorry for moving you, but I couldn't watch you if you were in the spare room. There is fresh orange juice in the fridge, as well as some grapes and melon chunks and fresh oranges and apples in the bowl on the counter. I'm meeting with the Lieutenant and I'll be back around lunch time.

Lucas

Olivia smiled as she began to peel the oranges and apples Lucas had left on the counter. She hummed as she prepared the fruit salad, poured a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table to eat. She had just taken the first bite of fruit when her cell phone rang. Olivia smiled as she saw her parents name on the caller id display. "You're up early," Olivia commented.

"Livvy, you need to get out of town. Patrick knows where you are. He tried to get to Mac and the police arrested him for violating the protection order. Pat's lawyer managed to find out that the recommendation for the order came from Michigan and he figured you were with your grandmother," Sara's voice was frantic as the words flew from her mouth.

"Mom, I'm okay, and yes, I know Pat knows I'm in Michigan, he called me last night. I'm with Luke, I'm fine. He's keeping me safe," Olivia told her.

"Where is Luke? I want to speak to him right now," Sara said.

"Luke's at work right now mom," Olivia reminded her mother.

"When he comes home tonight, I want him to call me," Sara instructed. 

"Okay mom," Olivia said with a sigh. She spoke with her mother for a few more minutes before hanging up and eating the rest of her breakfast in peace. When she finished her breakfast, Olivia placed her bowl and glass into the sink and wandered into the bathroom and turned on the water, added some lilac scented bath salts, turned on the CD she'd placed in the CD player, pulled off her robe and sank down in the water. Sighed as the water rushed over her, smooth as velvet on her skin, inhaled the comforting scent of lilac.

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Lucas walked into the house and frowned at how quiet it was. He'd only been gone for a few hours, but Olivia should have been awake by then. Frowning, Lucas drew his gun and did a quick check of the house and put his gun back into the holster with a sigh of relief when he heard the music coming from the bathroom. Lucas locked the gun in the safe then rechecked the front door to make sure it was locked before heading back towards the bathroom and knocked on the door. "I'm back Liv," Lucas told her softly. Olivia smiled and stood up, reached for the towel and wrapped it around her as she climbed out of the tub. "Did you enjoy your bath?" Lucas asked as he followed her into the bedroom.

"It was relaxing," Olivia murmured, as she slid the towel across her back. Lucas swallowed and tried to discreetly adjust the bulge that was growing more and more uncomfortable. Olivia noticed and gave him a smile, walked over to him and hugged him close.

"Liv," Lucas began.

"You're not a rebound Luke. I love you, I always have and I want to be with you," Olivia told him. Before Lucas could say anything else, Olivia kissed him; Lucas found himself kissing her back, wrapping his arms around her.

"Make sure this is what Liv, because there's no going back," Lucas warned.

"This is what I want," Olivia murmured. She leaned forward and kissed him hard. Lucas growled softly as Olivia began unbuckling his belt.

"You're beautiful Livvy," Lucas groaned as his pants fell to his ankles as Olivia finished with the button and zipper. Olivia glanced up at him before taking him into her mouth. "Livvy," Lucas' voice was husky with need and the way he said her name sounded like he was praying to her. His eyes closed and he grabbed fistfuls of her hair as he thrust his hips towards the warmth of her mouth. "God Olivia!" Lucas groaned, pushing her gently away from him. Olivia pouted and batted her eye lashes at him. He pulled her onto the bed and onto his lap; as he captured her lips, her legs straddled his and Lucas eased her onto her back, against the softness of the comforter; he entered her in one swift, body jerking thrust. Olivia whimpered as he moved within her, sending shivers of pleasure through her; her hips rose to meet him thrust for delicious thrust and their tongues dueled like master knights. Lucas lifted up off of Olivia just far enough to tweak her nipple; she cried out loudly and bucked under him. They moved against each other harder and faster until they exploded together; Olivia's screams of pleasure pierced the still of the night and Lucas moaned as his seed spurted, unprotected inside of her. They lay together, arms around each other and Lucas pressed small kisses to her lips and his fingers brushed softly against her smooth back until the door bell chimed and startled them apart. Reluctantly, Lucas pulled away from Olivia, climbed out of bed and slid on a pair of sweat pants before heading to the front door. "You'd better get dressed Liv, it's my mom!" Lucas called to her before opening the door to let Kelsey in.

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Olivia stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables to put in the stir fry she and Lucas were having for dinner; the conversation that Lucas and Kelsey had had made Olivia nervous and guilty. Lucas walked into the kitchen in time to see the knife slip and slice into Olivia's finger. "Talk to me," Lucas said softly as he bandaged the cut. 

"It's nothing," Olivia denied.

"Bull," Lucas said gently but firmly.

"Your mom's pseudo-lecture about being careful," Olivia trailed off as Lucas realized what Olivia had been thinking about.

"You aren't on the pill?" Lucas asked, carefully keeping his voice neutral.

"Why would I be? You told me after the first time that this wouldn't happen again," Olivia reminded him. Lucas sighed and ran his hand through his hair, a gesture he had picked up from Sam. A slew of emotions ran through both of them; the phone rang and Lucas walked into the bedroom to answer it. Olivia grabbed her keys from the bowl on the counter and slipped quietly from the house.

When Lucas returned to the kitchen and saw that Olivia wasn't in the house, he began to worry and fought the panic that was quickly rising up within him. Lucas walked into the bedroom, grabbed his gun, pushed the clip of ammo into it and left the house to search for her.

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"Liv?" Lucas called softly when he finally found her. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her swinging slowly at the park at the end of the block. Olivia ignored him and pushed against the ground, spurring the swing higher. Lucas grabbed one of the chains holding the swing in the set and pulled her to a stop. "Olivia, why'd you leave?" Lucas wanted to know.

"I needed some air to think," Olivia murmured.

"About what?" Lucas asked carefully.

"You didn't look happy about finding out that I'm not on the pill," Olivia's voice was quiet, her eyes focused on her shoes. Lucas sighed and ran his hand through his hair again.

"Liv, let's not worry about that now, okay? The chances of a woman getting pregnant after having sex for the first time is highly unlikely," Lucas murmured. 

"My mom did," Olivia's voice was soft, nervous.

"No she didn't. Her first time was with Sam," Lucas reminded her. Olivia stood up and walked over to the wooden fence that separated the park from the parking lot. "Olivia, don't shut me out," Lucas called after her. Before Olivia could say anything else, a loud crack filled the air and Lucas watched in horror as Olivia clutched her shoulder and staggered away from the fence; he drew his gun and hurried over to her. "Are you alright?" Lucas asked. Olivia looked at him in a daze and nodded. "I'll be right back," he told her, standing up and hurrying towards the direction the shot had been fired from. Lucas swore under his breath as he saw a car tear out of the parking lot and down the street. Lucas pulled his cell phone out and called it in as he ran back to Olivia's side. "Liv, how are you doing?" Lucas asked, slipping his hand into hers.

"It hurts," she whispered.

"I know baby," Lucas murmured. He brushed a strand of hair back behind Olivia's ear and pulled his shirt over his head, pressed it to the spot where blood was pouring out of her shoulder. Olivia was pale, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "Stay with me Livvy," Lucas encouraged, swallowing his panic as he saw her eyes close. "C'mon Liv, stay awake." Lucas tapped her cheek lightly, snapping Olivia awake again. "Olivia, stay awake!" his voice was more firm as her eyes drifted closed again. The wail of a siren had him looking up as two police cars and an ambulance pulled in.

"What happened Luke?" one of the officers asked.

"Liv was standing at the fence, the fence came from a black or dark blue car that was sitting in the parking lot, it must have been on, but the engine was well maintained because I didn't hear it. She was hit in the shoulder and is going into shock," Lucas reluctantly moved as the paramedics touched his shoulder.

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"How is she?" Lucas asked the doctor when he came out of the exam room. He showed off his badge.

"Miss Reed will make a full recovery. She'll be tender for a little while, but there's no lasting damage. We're going to keep her over night, just to keep an eye on her," the doctor answered. 

"May I see her?" Lucas wanted to know. The doctor nodded and Lucas rushed into the exam room and Olivia looked up at him with a small smile as he sat down in the bedside chair. "Livvy, I'm sorry, I wasn't able to ..." Olivia placed a finger on his lips. 

"It isn't your fault Luke. I left the house alone," Olivia reminded him. Lucas fell silent as the nurse came in to check the bag on the IV pole. When the nurse left the room, Olivia reached for Lucas' hand. "The doctor won't give the morning after, not with the antibiotics he had to put me on. He said they don't react well together," Olivia said softly. Lucas swallowed and squeezed her hand.

"It's going to be okay Livvy," Lucas promised. He kissed her gently and sat there until she fell asleep. 

"Hello?"

"Sara, it's Lucas. I don't want to alarm you, but Livvy's been hurt. We think it was Pat," Lucas said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"What happened? Is Olivia alright?" Sara demanded to know.

"She'll be fine. Olivia had gone out for a walk and she was shot," Lucas closed his eyes, knowing the shit was about to hit the fan.




Life Goes On Ch. 02-03



"She was shot?!" Sara's voice raised an octave and Shawn grabbed the phone from her.

"What the fuck is happening out there?" Shawn asked harshly.

"It's complicated Mr. Reed. Olivia's going to be fine, his aim sucked and hit her in the shoulder. I talked with the doctor. Liv's going to be fine; she's being kept over night for observation and will be released in the morning," Lucas' voice wavered a little but he pulled it together and ran his hand over his face.

"We're coming out there," Shawn said.

"I have to advise against that Shawn. I know you're worried about Olivia, I don't blame you, but I can protect her easier if you, Sara and Mac are not acting like targets," Lucas said, his voice firm. He heard Sara struggle with Shawn to get the phone back.

"What are you planning on doing Lucas?" Sara wanted to know.

"By the end of the week, I'll be taking Olivia to an undisclosed location. I'll call you once we're there," Lucas answered.

"I don't like this Lucas," Sara said.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I can't risk Pat having some way of picking up on this call," Lucas told her. Sara was quiet for a long time. "Sara?" Lucas asked.

"Call me when she's safe," Sara said finally before hanging up.

CHAPTER THREE

"Where are we going?" Olivia wanted to know as she and Lucas drove out of the city.

"Some place safe," Lucas answered.

"Are you sure?" Olivia asked, winced when the car ran over a pot hole.

"Sorry, and yes, I'm sure." Lucas' voice was tense and neither of them spoke until they got to the cabin.

Olivia followed Lucas into the cabin and stayed quiet as he showed her around. "There's only one bedroom," Olivia heard herself say. Lucas gave her a pointed stare and she blushed at the heat she saw in his eyes.

"Feeling shy?" Lucas asked gently. He knew that Olivia was scared of what was happening with Patrick and what her future with Lucas could hold.

"It's not that, but what if I ..." Lucas crossed the slight distance between them quickly and kissed her gently, cupped her face with his hand.

"You know I'll be here, no matter what," Lucas' voice was soft and kind.

"It will enrage Pat more than he already is," Olivia murmured.

"I will protect you Livvy," Lucas promised. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her again as he pushed the straps to the sun dress down Olivia's shoulders.

"Luke," Olivia whispered as her clothes fell to the floor.

"Don't think, just feel," Lucas advised. Olivia moaned as he took one of her stiffening nipples into his mouth and suckled gently, her hands closed to fists and gripped his hair as he lavished attention on her.

"Luke," she whimpered as he switched to the neglected breast. The sensations Lucas was causing within her made her weak in the knees. Her hands tightened in his hair and Luke swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He set her down gently and quickly but efficiently removed his own clothing before joining Olivia on the bed. The two weeks of medically mandated celibacy had taken it's toll and the look in Lucas' eyes reminded Olivia of a wolf chasing it's prey.

"I'm sorry I can't take this slow," Lucas' voice was harsh as he rolled the condom over his rock hard cock before he moved over her and slid effortlessly inside her. Olivia moaned and lifted her hips to meet his thrust for thrust as Lucas lowered his lips back to hers, devoured her. Olivia met him thrust for thrust, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. Lucas finally released her mouth to breathe and lifted himself slightly off of her to nibble on her neck before sliding his lips to her breasts and nipped lightly. Olivia moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around his waist, her whole body was shaking with pleasure. Lucas groaned as she clenched around his cock and began thrusting harder and faster, stroking against her g-spot. Olivia screamed loudly as she came, her back arched off the bed and her nails dug into Lucas' back as he came deep within the condom. Olivia panted, trying to catch her breath and was unable to hide the wince when the pain from her shoulder hit full force. Lucas looked at her with a look of apology and shifted, but stopped at the look of confusion on Olivia's face as she felt a gush of fluid rush into her. Lucas pulled out of her and swore.

"Luke?" Olivia asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry Livvy," Lucas' voice was soft as he pulled off and showed her the now broken condom. The color drained out of Olivia's face, only partly to do with the pain in her shoulder. Lucas disappeared into the bathroom and took care of the condom before he returned to the bedroom and slowly sank on the bed next to her. "Did I hurt you?" Lucas asked, trying to keep his mind off of anything but the broken condom; he knew that the chances of Olivia being pregnant had just doubled and that she couldn't start the prescribed birth control for another two weeks.

"I'm okay," Olivia lied, but the pain in her face was a dead give away and Lucas slid off the bed to get her pain pills.

"Don't lie to me Liv, I can't help you if you lie," Lucas said gently. He handed her two pills and the bottle of water he'd grabbed from the bag. Olivia took the bottle and swallowed down the pills. He watched her for a moment before reaching out to tilt her face towards his. "Livvy, talk to me love, please," Lucas murmured.

"I'm scared," Olivia admitted.

"Of what?" Lucas asked.

"Of Pat, of how I feel about you and ..." Olivia trailed off.

"And what?" Lucas asked.

"You," Olivia whispered.

"Of me? Why?" Lucas wanted to know, surprised. Olivia flinched, expecting him to hit her. "Livvy, I promised that I would never hurt you, and while I broke that a few minutes ago, that wasn't something I intended," Lucas reminded her. Olivia blushed and Lucas brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Livvy, talk to me," Lucas pleaded.

"What if I'm pregnant?" Olivia whispered. The look of fear on Olivia's face nearly broke Lucas' heart. "You won't want me then." 

"Olivia, listen to me very carefully," Lucas said, careful to keep his voice even. "I love you Livvy, and I am not going anywhere. If you're pregnant, then we will handle that, I promise. You aren't alone in this," Lucas told her. Olivia sniffled and wince as she shifted her weight. "Why don't you get some rest, I'll finish unpacking the car and make you some dinner," Lucas suggested. Olivia nodded and slid down under the covers. Lucas pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before heading towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to her. "Livvy?" Lucas called her name. Olivia looked up at him through sleepy eyes. "I love you," he told her. Olivia gave him a small smile and Lucas disappeared from the doorway.

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"I can't believe you allowed our daughter to go with Lucas without letting us know where they were going!" Shawn exclaimed. Sara sighed and slammed the pot she was filling with water on the counter.

"I trust Lucas Shawn, he's a good kid," Sara said.

"With our daughter?" Shawn asked.

"We don't have much of a choice," Sara murmured. 

"Patrick is psycho Sara, if you hadn't noticed, he's tried to kill one daughter and do God knows what to our other daughter!" Shawn shouted.

"Don't yell at me Shawn! Luke was right, if we'd gone out there, we just would have given Patrick more targets," Sara's voice rose an octave.

"Will you both stop? Olivia is a big girl, if she trusts Luke, then you should trust him too!" Mackenzie exclaimed, walking into the kitchen to snag an apple.

"Mac, it isn't that simple," Shawn began.

"Yes it is! You just don't really like the idea that Olivia is alone with someone as yummy as Luke," Mackenzie said. Sara hid her chuckle with a cough.

"I don't want that mental image Sara," Shawn growled, knowing exactly what his wife was thinking. Sara blinked innocently. 

"Mac, go do your homework," Sara told her daughter before stepping closer to her husband. She waited for Mackenzie to roll her eyes and run up the back stairs to her room. "Do you remember what my father said and did after he'd found out we were having Liv?" Sara asked Shawn. Shawn nodded, remembering it as if it had been said and done just the day before.

Let's go Joyce," Ben said. The look on his face showed his rage, and when Shawn looked over at Ben, swallowed hard; the look on Ben's face looked like that of a mad man's and it was all Shawn could do to keep from panicking.

"What are you going to do?" Joyce asked.

"Let's go now Joyce. She isn't our daughter any longer," Ben said harshly.

"Now wait just a second here!" Joyce exclaimed.

"No, I will not wait just a second. I allowed you to be the primary parent in the home because that is what you wanted. Under your care, our son became engaged with a bimbo who couldn't properly learn how to do the back and chest thumps required to keep our son alive and our daughter got herself knocked up!" Ben shouted.

"Daddy please!" Sara whispered, tears streaming down her face. Ben turned to face Sara again.

"My daughter is a smart, beautiful young woman with a bright future ahead of her. You maybe beautiful, but you are a dumb little whore with no future and you sure as hell aren't my daughter anymore," Ben said, his voice a low growl. "Let's go Joyce, NOW!" he added as he turned on his heel and walked out of the apartment.

"What's your point?" Shawn asked Sara.

"Don't act like my father acted when Livvy calls later, or you'll push her away and end up being alone and miserable like my father," Sara whispered.

"I don't want to push her away, I just don't want to think of her having sex. I know she was a virgin when she left for Michigan, but I don't know how far she and Luke have gone," Shawn sighed and shook his head.

"She's a smart girl Shawn, smarter than I was. She's already beaten my record," Sara reminded him. Shawn nodded and brightened a little as the phone rang. "Hi Olivia," Sara said, picking up the receiver. 

"Are you okay?" Shawn asked on the extension.

"I'm sore, but yeah, I'm okay," Olivia's voice was strained, exhaustion filled every word.

"You should rest Liv," Shawn advised.

"I know, I have been and I will in a bit, but I wanted to call you and mom. How's Mac?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Your sister is fine, she's upstairs doing homework," Sarah answered. 

"Dad, I don't want to be rude, but I need to talk to mom alone, is that okay?" Shawn frowned when he heard the nervousness in his daughter's voice.

"Did Lucas hurt you?" Shawn's voice was harsher than he intended.

"I'm fine dad, I just need some woman to woman advice," Olivia answered. Shawn hesitated for a moment. "Really dad, Luke's been great," Olivia murmured. Shawn sighed, he could hear the love Olivia held for Lucas in her voice. Shawn mumbled something about what he would do if Lucas hurt her. "Dad, Luke hasn't hurt me," Olivia scolded gently before her father hung up his extension. 

"Shawn, I'll come talk to you when Liv and I get off the phone," Sara said when Shawn leaned against the counter. Shawn grumbled and headed up the stairs. "What's going on Liv, you sound worried," Sara wanted to know. Olivia's next words made Sara drop the phone.

"I think I might be pregnant." Sara picked up the phone and took a deep breath.

"What do you mean you think you might be?" Sara asked, seeing Shawn come back down the stairs to investigate the sound of the dropped phone. She shooed him away, knowing Shawn would blow a gasket. Shawn growled again but turned back up the stairs.

"The first time we used a condom, then we said we weren't going to have sex again and the next time we had sex, we forgot. We've used a condom every single time since then, but one of the condoms broke. The ER doctor wouldn't put me on the morning after pill thanks to my extensive allergies to antibiotics and he said that it would weaken the effectiveness of the birth control. He gave me a prescription for birth control but not to take it until I had a period or a positive test," Olivia's voice wavered and a wave of dizziness forced her to sit on the bedroom floor.

"How late are you?" Sara's voice was soft.

"A few days," Olivia answered.

"How many is a few?" Sara wanted to know.

"Five," Olivia whispered.

"Is there a near by town you can get to without being caught by Pat?" Sara asked.

"Yes, we're going in later for supplies," Olivia's voice was shaking.

"Is there a doctor's office?"

"Yes." Sara could hear the panic and tears in her daughter's voice.

"Olivia, calm down. It isn't the end of the world. Go see the doctor and have a blood test done. You know that stress can affect your cycle. Don't panic, but you need to let Luke know what's going on," Sara advised. 

"I'm scared mom," Olivia whispered.

"I know sweetie, but it's going to be okay. Trust Luke, he's a good guy," Sara said. She saw Shawn coming back into the kitchen, fury written all over his face. "Call me later Liv, I have to go now," Sara added before quickly hanging up. "Shawn," Sara warned as she watched her husband pick up the phone.

"I'm going to Michigan Sara, and I'm going to rip his cock and his balls into pieces and shove them down his throat," Shawn growled, dialing the number to a travel agent.

"Shawn, you'll lead Pat right to her!" Sara exclaimed.

"Our daughter is pregnant Sara and you're worried only about Pat finding her?" Shawn asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Of course not! And we don't know for sure! Remember when she was studying for the SATs? Her stress level was so high that she didn't have a period for two months!" Sara reached for the phone, took it and hung it up before reaching for Shawn's hand. "Shawn, I don't want her to be pregnant any more than you do, but you have to trust Olivia to make the right decisions," Sara said gently. Shawn slammed his hand on the counter, making Sara jump. "And you have to trust that Sam and Kelsey did a good enough job with Luke and that if Liv is pregnant that he'll stay with her like you stayed with me," Sara's voice was soft and full of love for the man who had completely taken her by surprise. 

The anger in Shawn's eyes faded slightly and he sighed, knowing Sara was right.

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"Livvy, what's going on? Are you okay?" Lucas finally caught up with Olivia outside the doctor's office.

"I'm fine Luke, but I promised Doctor Landry that before I started taking the birth control that I'd have another doctor do a pregnancy test," Olivia murmured, deciding not to tell him that she was already almost positive that she was pregnant. 

"Weren't you due to start a few days ago?" Lucas asked, proving he knew her better than she realized. For a minute, Olivia held her breath as she nodded, waited for his reaction. "Do you want me to go with you?" Lucas asked her.

"What about the other supplies?" Olivia wanted to know.

"I got most of them earlier, I just need to pick up the perishables," Lucas told her.

"I'm scared," Olivia whispered as she reached for the door handle.

"Livvy, let me come with you," Lucas pleaded. Olivia nodded and took another step towards the door when another wave of dizziness nearly knocked her over. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" concern filled his voice as he helped Olivia sit down on the curb.

"Just a little dizzy, I'm okay," Olivia managed after a minute. Lucas frowned and brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Really Luke, I'm okay," Olivia whispered, allowing him to help her back to her feet. Lucas quickly ushered Olivia into the doctor's office and hung back as she spoke to the receptionist.

Lucas and Olivia sat quietly in the chairs at the desk in the doctor's personal office as they waited for her to come in with the test results. Olivia stared nervously at her hands. "Liv, look at me," Lucas' voice was soft. When Olivia looked up, Lucas was on one knee in front of her. "Livvy, my life has changed so much since we reconnected and you mean the world to me. Will you marry me?" Lucas asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Olivia gaped at him and at the dainty diamond ring he held in front of her and before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. Lucas sighed but sat back in his chair and tucked the ring back into the box and into his jacket pocket as the doctor opened the door and walked inside. Olivia swallowed nervously as the doctor sat down at her desk and opened up the file she carried.

"So Miss Reed, I have your test results back," the doctor began. Lucas reached for Olivia's hand, who offered no protest when he took her hand in his and held it tightly as their world changed.

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"Livvy, we should talk," Lucas' voice was quiet when he walked into the bedroom. He frowned when he saw she was still curled into a ball, the way he'd left her nearly an hour before.

"I don't want to talk Luke, I just want to sleep," Olivia whispered.

"Well, you need to eat and so do I, so we're going to talk," Lucas said firmly but gently. He turned back into the hall and grabbed the dinner tray.

"I'm not hungry," Olivia grumbled, rolling over and facing the wall.

"Tough," Lucas' voice was gruff, letting her know he was still trying to figure things out. 

"I don't feel well Luke," Olivia admitted. Lucas' gaze softened as he set the tray on the bedside table.

"It's just some soup and crackers Liv, can you try a few sips?" Lucas asked gently. Olivia nodded and sat up in bed. She managed a few sips of broth and sighed at the look on Lucas' face. "You still haven't answered my question," he reminded her.

"You only asked because you thought I was pregnant," Olivia said bitterly.

"You are pregnant," Lucas reminded Olivia.

"That isn't a good enough reason to get married," Olivia groused..

"I didn't ask because you're pregnant Liv, and I didn't ask because I thought you were pregnant, I asked because I love you," Lucas told her.

"I'm not stupid Luke," Olivia whispered. Lucas sighed, stood up, stalked over to the dresser, pulled out the ring box and a piece of paper and dropped them in front of her.

"I bought this ring last month Liv," Lucas told her, pointing at the receipt. "I love you Liv. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere," Lucas added, taking a large bite of his own soup. He watched her as she studied the receipt with shaking hands. "What are you thinking?" he asked a few moments later when Olivia took a sip of ice water.

"I'm scared," Olivia admitted.

"Of what?" Lucas wanted to know.

"Of everything. Of what happens if Pat finds us, telling my parents about the baby, about us," Olivia's voice was soft and shaky. Lucas stood up and pulled the table away from the bed before sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Do you trust me?" Lucas asked, taking her hands in his.

"With my life," Olivia whispered. Lucas smiled gently and picked up the discarded ring box, removed the ring from it and slid it on her left ring finger. Olivia looked at the ring then looked back up up at him.

"Let me love you," Lucas' voice was barely audible. He leaned over and kissed her gently, lovingly, caressed her shoulders gently. Lucas pulled away only long enough to quickly remove his clothing. "I'll love you forever," he vowed.

"I love you too," Olivia whispered before his lips claimed hers again. Olivia whimpered with need as Lucas reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. "Luke, I ..." her words were cut off by his lips covering hers as he eased her shorts and panties down her legs in one swift motion, letting the drop to the floor next to the bed. Olivia moaned softly when Lucas' hands brushed the side of her breasts, tweaked her sensitive nipples; arched against him when one of his hands continued to brush down her body, stopping only when his fingers slipped through the curls covering her hot and damp pussy. He slid his finger across her slit and she whimpered, hungry for more. Lucas eased her back against the pillows, kissed her once more before trailing kisses further down her body. Olivia's breath became ragged when he paused to give each tender breast, all thoughts drifted away as his fingers began to slide gently inside her. 




Life Goes On Ch. 02-03



"Luke please!" Olivia panted, her eyes were filled with love for him, more love than she had even thought she could have. Lucas just smiled warmly and continued his exploration of her body. Their eyes met when his lips reached her lower abdomen, the hand that was still playing with her nipple slid down her body and pressed gently to her abdomen. The look on Olivia's face made Lucas smile softly before he kissed her belly and again continued his trail of kisses, stopping only when his lips found the finger that was buried deep within her. Olivia cried out and arched her hips up when Lucas delved his tongue deep within her. "Luke!" Olivia gasped, the sensations were nearly unbearable, but Lucas just smiled and continued to tease, determined to take things slow. Finally, when neither could stand it any longer, Lucas thrust into her; Olivia cried out and arched against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for torturous thrust. Lucas kept her on the edge of cumming and finally, neither of them could contain their passion any longer and their lovemaking turned from slow and gentle to hard and fast. Olivia's breath came in shallow pants, her eyes closed and she dug her fingers into his back as she approached the point of no return. Lucas moaned as Olivia clenched around him and gave a hoarse shout as his cum spurted deep within her. His release triggered hers and she screamed loudly as her body convulsed. Lucas lowered his head to hers and kissed her gently as he held her. When their bodies stopped shaking, he rolled off of her, sat up and looked at her carefully. "Are you okay?" Lucas asked. Olivia smiled and nodded.

"I feel great," she murmured, glancing at her left hand.

"If you don't like it, we can exchange it," Lucas told her.

"It's beautiful Luke," Olivia murmured as the phone rang. Lucas grumbled but answered it. "What?" Olivia asked when he covered the speaker of the receiver.

"It's your mom," Lucas answered. Olivia swore under her breath and took the phone.

"Hi mom," Olivia said, smiled when Lucas reached for and squeezed her hand. Olivia sighed at her mother's question and paled when her father's voice came on the line. This was not how she wanted to tell her parents that she was indeed pregnant with Lucas' child.

"I was just calling to see how you're doing," Sara's voice was nervous as she looked at her husband from where he sat across the table.

"And to find out what the doctor said," Shawn added.

"We won't be angry with you Liv, you're a grown woman now and you've graduated from college," Sara chimed in.

"We love you Livvy," Shawn told his daughter. Olivia glanced at Lucas as he squeezed her hand.

"The test was positive, I am pregnant," Olivia said quietly. She heard her father swear loudly and winced. "I won't sit here and apologize, because I'm happier then I've been in a long time," Olivia added.

"How's Luke handling it?" Sara asked.

"I'm not sure, we honestly haven't had much time to discuss it. I shut down for awhile to think and Luke made some phone calls," Olivia admitted.

"Do you love him?" Shawn wanted to know.

"Yes," Olivia answered, shivered as Lucas began sucking on a distended nipple, his hand protectively hovered over her still flat abdomen.

"What's wrong?" Shawn asked.

"Nothing, just a little cool," Olivia lied, giving Lucas a dirty look. He grinned and moved to the other nipple. "Stop it," Olivia hissed.

"Stop what?" Sara asked, unable to keep the amusement from her voice.

"Tell Lucas to stop or I'll kick his ass," Shawn wasn't as amused. Olivia blushed again and relayed the message. Lucas rolled his eyes but stood up and took the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

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Lucas looked up as Olivia walked into the kitchen, smiled when she wrapped her arms around him. "How'd it go?" Lucas asked.

"Dad's furious with you for getting me pregnant, but I think mom managed to calm him down. You'd better call Kelsey though before mom does," Olivia warned. Lucas stopped at that and Olivia giggled slightly, pulled away from him. "Luke, do you really love me?" Olivia's voice was soft, uncertain and he pulled her to him gently and kissed her.

"Olivia, I love you. I'm going to take care of you and our baby, I promise," Lucas told her.

"I didn't ask if you would take care of me and the baby, I asked if you love me," Olivia reminded him. Lucas growled lightly, lifted Olivia into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Showing you just how much I love you," Lucas replied, a look that was a mixture between innocence and deviousness in his eyes.

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Olivia looked around nervously as she and Lucas waited in the doctor's office for the doctor to come in and speak with them. "Will you relax? What are you so fidgety about?" Lucas wanted to know.

"I carry the CF gene, which means that there is a twenty-five percent chance that the baby will have CF. If you don't have the gene, then we won't have to worry about CF again until the baby is old enough to have a baby of his or her own," Olivia reminded Lucas. Lucas sighed and nodded. He honestly wasn't sure if he carried the gene for Cystic Fibrosis or not; from what he was told, he was found in an old beat up laundry basket wrapped in a tattered and torn towel in the bathroom of a high school girl's bathroom and nobody stepped up as his mother or father and he'd become a ward of the state. He had been prone to a lot of ear and upper respiratory infections and was bounced between foster home and foster home until he was seven and Kelsey picked up his case file and convinced her husband to take him in. 

The thought of his son or daughter having a life threatening illness that there was no cure for made him just as nervous as Olivia. It had been hard watching Sam die and he could only imagine how hard it had been for Sara, Olivia's mother; having to watch her brother and best friend succumb to the disease. He hoped that he could spare Olivia and her family that pain again.

They both looked up as Doctor Hemp, the general practitioner they had seen a few weeks before walked into the office, followed by another doctor. "Olivia, Lucas, this is Doctor Ambrose, she's the other doctor in the practice. She will be working with you on a regular basis from now on," Doctor Hemp said.

"Why? What's wrong?" Olivia wanted to know. Lucas squeezed her hand.

"Nothing's wrong with the pregnancy as far as we can tell and you seem strong and healthy. I just don't usually handle obstetric cases unless I have to. Doctor Ambrose has delivered most of the babies in this little town and the next town over," Doctor Hemp assured them.

"And the result of the blood work to see if I'm a carrier?" Lucas asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer. Doctor Ambrose pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Lucas and Olivia.

"Why did you request being tested for the CF marker?" she asked curiously.

"My Uncle died of it before I was born," Olivia said softly.

"The baby was unplanned, and I have no idea of any of my medical history, I was found in the bathroom at a high school when I was a few hours old," Lucas added. Doctor Ambrose gave a small, sad smile.

"I'm sorry for both of you, it seems like you've had some difficult things in your lives and the lives of your families and I really wish I could give you better news, but Lucas, the blood test results show that you carry the gene for Cystic Fibrosis," Doctor Ambrose told them as gently as she could. Olivia's head spun and if she hadn't been sitting, probably would have passed out. Lucas closed his eyes and wanted to tear the room apart.

"What about the baby?" Olivia asked finally.

"We have two options. We can do an amniocentesis when you're nearing the end of your fifth month, however, there is a chance of a miscarriage or you can wait until the baby is born," Doctor Ambrose answered.

"How high of a chance?" Lucas wanted to know.

"It's very small, about six hundredths of a percent," Doctor Ambrose said. She gave them both a compassionate smile. "Go home, get some rest, take some time to think it over. You have some time before you have to decide and please remember that the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is making some great advancements with CF research and treatments every day and that even if your baby has CF, there is a good chance that there could be some wonderful treatments and hopefully even a cure in his or her lifetime," Doctor Ambrose added. She glanced at Doctor Hemp and both women left the office quietly.



Life Goes On Ch. 03



Camille Charmane Jackson was the name given to me by my dear mother. I later had my last name legally changed and took my father's name. I was born in 1937, in my parent's house in the northeastern coastal region of Florida. My father was a white businessman and my mother his black lover. Our lives were strange to say the least. Mama lived with my father and his wife for more than forty years. They lived together as lovers in this very same house.

My folks treated me like a little princess my entire life. Growing up in the south, life could have been a whole lot more complicated for a half black, half white child, had it not been for the protection of my home and family.

My older sister, Dianne, and I have been fast friends for life. We have shared nearly everything, including many of our lovers. Our younger brother was also one of the things we've shared.

Sex has been a very open thing in our household. Daddy and his wife and mama were always sneaking away into the back of the big house to engage in the various kinky activities that we all later learned to take part in. Mama and Aunt Grace were always dressed up in some type of frilly lingerie. Dianne and I began experimenting with each other early on. We would sneak in and watch the folks when they thought we were in bed asleep.

Dianne, being older, was the first one of us to have sex with daddy. She would wait until mama and Aunt Grace were out of the house, then she would put on some of their fancy underwear and tease daddy until one day, he took her to his bedroom and taught her what life was all about. Dianne went nuts for him after that and made him teach her everything about sex. Then she would tell me what they had done and I would let her lick my pussy until we were just electrified.

I had graduated from high school and was enrolled in college for the fall, Dianne had moved to New York and Mama and Grace had gone into Daytona shopping. I was sitting on the boat dock down by the river one sunny summer afternoon when daddy came down to sit with me. We talked about a lot of stuff and then her asked me about sex. I was technically still a virgin because I had never had sex with a man. But Dianne and I had been using vibrators and stuff on each other for a long time so my pussy was road ready for a big hard dick.

I was wearing a t-shirt that I had cut off just below the boobs and no bra so my nipples were sticking out real hard, because I was sitting so close to the man of my dreams. I knew what daddy had stored in his pants and I wanted him to do me so bad it hurt. The more we talked, the bigger the lump in his pants got 

"Why don't you just tell me you want to fuck me?" I asked him.

His jaw dropped a mile but he quickly recovered. "You march your smart ass up to that house and peel out of them shorts and you wait for me in your bedroom, Young Lady."

I did just that. And I also put on a pair of real skimpy red panties and a lacy red brassiere that just barely contained my boobs. I was lying on the bed in a kind of a cheesecake pose when he waltzed into my room. He stood at the foot of the bed with a raging hard on. I licked my lips and slowly crawled down to him and pulled his zipper down. Reaching inside, I pulled his pecker out of his pants and sucked him into my mouth, just like I had seen mama and Dianne and Grace do. He groaned and started leaking in my mouth right away.

He wasn't really into a blowjob right then, so he pulled his britches down and pulled me to the side of the bed. I was lying on my back with my legs hanging down over the side of the tall bed. He just walked up between my legs and pulled my panties aside and plowed in. He went right to the bottom. His cock felt like fire inside of me. I just laid still and let him keep pushing his dick into me over and over.

The veins on his neck stuck out like thick ropes and his face got redder and redder. I could feel him growing bigger as he fucked me. Then I could feel the heat in my pussy getting hotter. I had never had an orgasm caused from fucking, only by Dianne's tongue or my fingers. But I just kept getting hotter until my whole body just seemed to vibrate 'til I busted into this great big screeching orgasm. Daddy got off at almost the same time, shooting my pussy full of gobs and gobs of hot gooey cum.

He told me I had better tow the mark or there would be more of the same. I couldn't wait to be bad, but it only happened twice more before I went to college. He would come down to school and see me now and then and every time he came, we would go to a motel and fuck like rabbits.

For more than twenty years, I've lived with my brother and his beautiful wife Rita, in sin. Our love is deep and true, albeit we have a very open relationship and we are all free to explore. And explore we do.

I attended school in Flagler Beach and college at The University Of Florida, in Gainesville. I graduated with a 3.9 GPA, in architectural design and a Masters in architectural engineering. I took a job with a large design firm in Atlanta Georgia.

Being a young black woman definitely had its drawbacks in the business world back in the sixties. I struggled to break out of the bottom tier in the firm for over two years with virtually no success. I was constantly being approached by the company "Good Old Boys", to party with them. Most all of their advances were aimed at getting in my pants. I let myself by misled only once before I got the message and moved to a smaller firm, which paid a lot more money without the constant pressure to drop my drawers for the bosses.

I met a really great guy working on a series of projects for a major Atlanta contractor. Titus was a tall, sparkling black man with an exquisite smile and a Jaguar XJ-12. We dated for several weeks, then one night he calls me and comes right out and asks me to spend the night with him. He kinda fudged around, saying he'd have to come to my place because his was a mess. I found out later that he had a wife and a couple of kids hanging out at his place.

Anyway. He shows up with a bottle $2.98 wine and makes himself at home in my living room. I had gotten all dolled up for a date and all this guy wants to do is get naked and screw. Like a dummy, I gave in to him because I'd been having a dry spell and was horny myself. So I was hanging my dress back up in the closet when he comes in the bedroom with this monster sausage hanging between his legs. He must have been ten or more inches long, soft and at least a foot when he got hard. He grabs me by the arm and pushes me down and slaps his big meaty cock against the side of my face and tells me to "Suck it Bitch."

I wasn't sure if he was playing the bad guy or if he had a mean streak going but I was hot for his big tool so I gulped him down. What a loaf this guy had. It just kept swelling bigger until all I could get of it in my mouth was the head. I slurped on him 'til he was rock hard and he pushes me over on the floor and wants to just jump in. I protested for a minutes telling him it was going to take some lubrication before that big thing would go in me.

I fished a tube of K-Y out of the dresser and greased him all up shiny and laid back on the bed and let him go ahead. He slid in without killing me but when he started pumping that big iron prick into me, I almost went out from the sensations. I could feel him everywhere inside of me at once. I was surprised at how much of it he could stuff into me before I felt him on the bottom. He wasn't at all passionate or caring, he wanted to get his rocks off and that's all. I couldn't help but to react to him, he was filling me to capacity and every nerve in me was responding to the action going on between my legs.

Big dick was a hold out expert and he kept fucking me until I started to hurt. I came a couple of times, not real hard but I was getting really sore. He finally reared back and crammed his cock all the way in, really giving me cause for concern because of the intense pains in my cervix. Then I felt him filling me with his love load of hot cream. The pain went away and I ripped through a massive orgasm. I bit him hard on the shoulder and he pushed himself up and slapped me hard on the face, three times.

I decided I didn't like that much and I summoned all my strength and flipped him up and off of me. I pulled my knee up and planted it square on his balls as he came back down. He went soft and rolled off the bed onto the floor. I figured he would be pissed so I jumped off the other side of the bed and grabbed the .32 Beretta revolver, that daddy gave me when I went to college, out of the nightstand and pointed it at him.

His eyes got so big, you could see white all around the dark part.

"If you don't get your black ass out of my house this instant," I screamed, "I'll blow your fuckin' head slap off."

"You fuckin' cunt," he breathed, still crouching and holding his balls in both hands.

His eyes narrowed just a fraction. I took that as a signal that he wanted to dance, so I very deliberately thumbed the hammer on the pistol back, cocking it. I made sure he was aware that the weapon was ready to fire. I smiled and watched as he slowly gathered his clothes and edged backwards out the bedroom door and into the short hall. I followed him, keeping the pistol aimed directly at his sweat-covered forehead. When he reached the door, he made a move to stand up.

I shook my head and pointed a finger to the doorknob.

"I have to get dressed," he pleaded.

"You can dress your sorry ass out on the front porch," I seethed. "And if you think you'll ever lay your filthy hands on me again, you had better see a shrink, because it ain't gonna happen. I'm sorry I bit you, but there ain't no man ever gonna hit me for no good reason."

Mr. Titus Sparkle eased out the door with his balls in his hand and his clothes under his arm. I closed the door, snapped the lock and collapsed against it. I had no idea what had possessed me to pull that pistol out of the drawer except the look in his eye when he slapped me had turned my blood to ice.

I could feel the cool trickle of his cum drooling down the inside of my thigh. I went to the bathroom and filled my douche bag with warm water and sat on the stool and flushed every molecule of him out of me. It had certainly felt wonderful when he started fucking his huge cock into me but he had turned out to be a nasty bastard.

I decided that I had made some very poor choices regarding the men that I had spent time with thus far in my life. My father was the only man that had ever satisfied the yearning inside of me. I had an appetite for sex but so far, I was having a hard time feeding it very well.

I made a trip up to New York later that summer and spent a few days with Dianne. We had a marvelous time clubbing and she gave me just scads of sexy underwear. She introduced me to these twins that lived with her and were like houseboys or something. She kept everybody dressed in sexy lingerie around her place and these two were no exception. The first night, after we had returned from a great dinner at a ritzy restaurant where everybody knew Dianne, we came back to the apartment and Dianne turned me over to the twins. She simply said to enjoy myself and she disappeared back into the elevator.

The boys, hardly eighteen at the time, were very polite but seemed kind of femmie to me. I was horny, of course. I figured that Dianne had sense enough to know that they wouldn't hurt me, so I let them take me into the dressing salon and strip me out of my clothes. They bathed me and washed my hair. After they had dried and powdered me, I was led into my bedroom where the lights had been turned down very low. I was carefully placed on the bed with one of the blond boys on each side of me. Cory and Craig began to sensually massage very square inch of my caramel skin. Where one of them left off, the other would take up.

I had soon been reduced to a smoldering ruin of tingling flesh. My nipples were hard as marble and my pussy ached to be touched. I had no sooner let that thought cross my mind, when I felt a hot tongue slide through my damp bush and strike just the proper nerve. I went off like a cannon shot. The youngster knew how to treat a lady.

I groped around and found the hard cock of his brother and I pulled him around gently until I got him to where I could suck his hard prick into my mouth. I rolled him on my tongue, savoring the sweet taste of his seeping discharge.

"Somebody better fuck me, soon," I gasped, after my third hard climax.

The boy eating me out obliged by crawling between my outspread thighs and slipping his hardness into me. Sweet mother of God, he felt like heaven going in. And when he started to oscillate, I bubbled over again and again. The boy, whose cock was in my mouth, gently fucked in and out using my face for a cunt. I reached around him with my arms and pulled him all the way in, swallowing him completely down my throat. I continued to swallow, using the muscles in my throat to massage his blood-engorged cock.

I felt his cock stiffen and thicken as he prepared to fill me with his creamy load. Just as he started to pulse into me, I felt my own orgasm race through my center. His brother must have received the same signal, because he unleashed his hot flow deep in my pussy at precisely the same moment. We all writhed together until they had divested themselves of their man juice and I was filled from both ends. I was contented like Elsie the Carnation Cow.

I slept the sleep of the dead that night.

The next morning, when I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, Dianne was having a heated discussion with her housekeeper. The thirty-something woman was giving her notice that she would no longer be a participant in the sordid activities that went on around this place. Dianne paid her and the woman left.

My poor sister was all in a sweat because she had guests coming the next evening and now she had no cook. Young Craig wandered in and Dianne explained her plight. Craig told Dianne that he and Cory had an older sister that needed a job and she might be interested. He consulted with Cory and the two of them left and returned an hour later with their sister. And who should that stunning redhead be? None other than Rita, who would eventually end up married to my little brother. Isn't it funny how things have a way of happening?

The third day of my visit, Dianne had planned a little get together at her apartment, for a few of her closest friends. The whole thing turned into a big orgy. Dianne was into all kinds of kinky stuff and some of her friends are even more perverted than she is. One of her best buddies is a big woman named Casey who craves being pissed on.

Rita shuffled right into the thick of things and prepared a wonderful table of finger foods and snacks with all kinds of little sandwiches and petit ores and the like. Dianne was extremely pleased with the look of things and was getting real cozy with the new girl. Rita was a little apprehensive at first but Cory urged her to flow with it. He explained how freaky things were about to become and Rita was a nervous wreck.

She came down the hall to my room and told me she had never been involved in an orgy and asked me what should she do.

"Are you afraid of sex?" I asked her.

"No, I love it. But I'm not really sure what to do with a woman," she said.

"Well, I'm not exactly bi-sexual myself, but I do know this," I explained. "I'd let the woman do me first, because she will do to you what she likes best, and then you can return the favor."

"I guess so." Rita replied, although she didn't sound very sure of herself.

I hugged the shapely redhead and she hugged me back. She felt good to me so I gave her a little peck on the cheek for good measure. She returned the kiss with one of her own, on my lips. It only took a few seconds and our tongues were wrapped together inside our mouths.

"See how easy it is?" I asked her.

She was blushing and her breathing was ragged.

"Promise me you'll help me if I need you tonight," she said.

"I do," I said. I would say that again to her in a few years when she and I and Cool got married.

The party was a huge success. The twins were sexual dynamos, servicing Dianne's friends with great enthusiasm. The big woman, Casey, performed exactly as advertised. She was indeed a pisser. Her pussy erupted in a great flow of yellow urine only seconds after Dianne had lashed her furiously with her tongue. Dianne sat on the floor and allowed the big woman to spew her flow all over her tits and body. Dianne then instructed the twins to lay Casey back on the floor and after they took turns fucking her, they each released a torrent of yellow piss all over her face and tits. The culmination came when Dianne squatted over the big woman's upturned face. As she was being stroked by Casey's long fat tongue, she let go a huge flow of piss, splattering all over the big woman.

Rita and I excused our selves and went to her room. I spent the night curled around the redheaded creature, nesting like spoons. I woke in the middle of the night with her mouth pressed tightly to me drenched pussy. I came within minutes and we went back to sleep. Rita and I have been close to this day and I still savor her mouth on me and love it when I sweep into her sweet pussy with my own face.

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Shortly before my brother graduated from high school, my mother confided in me, over the phone one night, that she had been having a relationship with my little brother. Well, he really wasn't so little, but I still thought of him as a brat. I hadn't seen him in a couple of years but from what I could gather, he had blossomed into quite a stud. I kept thinking back on the times that I had spent with daddy and decided that if mama wanted to screw around with Cool, it was fine with me. We had a few telephone conversations over the next three weeks and Dianne and I decided that we might want to check things out with him when we went down for his graduation.

I had just finished moving in to my new house, which I had designed and had built, when Dianne flew in to visit for a day before we drove down to Islands Estates for Cool's graduation. We had a nice dinner at the house and lounged around the house. You could cut the sexual tension in the place with a knife. Dianne finally pulled me into the bedroom, stripping off our close as we went. We tumbled on the bed and assumed a sixty-nine position and dove in. I hadn't had an orgasm in weeks and I flushed her face with my hot juices right away. My God, can my sister eat pussy. I was climbing the walls in no time. After our torrid session, we were both more relaxed and talked about our brother. Dianne was bound and determined she was going to fuck him and said that if I didn't, I was a pussy.

We loaded my Lincoln up with all the goodies we were taking to Cool and the rest of the family and made the seven-hour drive the next day. I did most of the driving because Dianne was a hard core New Yorker, and the rich slut had the boys to drive her around in her car, so she felt uncomfortable behind the wheel.

We pulled up in front of the house and parked. Mama and daddy had come out on the front drive as we were pulling up. Dianne and I jumped out and as we were getting our hugs and kisses from them, Tall Cool stepped out the door onto the front step.

When I saw him standing there in his khaki pants and brightly flowered yellow sport shirt, I got a wet spot in my panties. His hair was longer than before, he had that slight five o'clock shadow and a great tan. The breeze fluffed his shirt and turned the shirttail over in front of his fly and then dropped it back, almost like it was beckoning me. He had one hand stuffed in his pocket and stood with his feet apart, like a seaman on the deck of his boat. Jesus, he was gorgeous.




Life Goes On Ch. 03



Dianne, of course was the first to kiss him, but it only lasted a few seconds. I decided that I had better make an appearance so I sort of slithered over to where they were standing. He took me into his arms and when our lips touched, it was eclectic. My tummy twitched when I felt his tongue touch my lips. I parted them and his was in my mouth for just an instant. Then mama was all over me and I had to settle down, or pass out. I feel to this day that I had just had a religious experience.

We had dinner with the family, after which Dianne and I gave him three very special guitars that we had purchases for his graduation gifts. He was staggered with the gifts and promised to play for us down in his studio later. Dianne and I planned to seduce him at our earliest opportunity. When he went downstairs, we changed into terribly exotic flowing peignoirs and went down to join him.

Cool had evolved into a splendid guitarist, giving us a wonderful concert on his new guitar. Soon we were all sitting on the sofa and it got really hot in the room. Cool showed us some of his new video equipment and we decided to make a fuck film. I just wanted him in me and didn't give a hoot about the movie or not.

The three of us went into his bedroom. Cool's mouth found my pussy and he sent tremors surging through me. Dianne had him deep in her throat while he tongued me. We sucked him off together, making him shoot a huge load all over us. All the while, one of us was taking pictures with his camcorder. Then he buried himself deep inside of me with me on top. He let me do most of the work, flexing and moving just at the right time until I crashed head long into oblivion. He hadn't cum inside of me that time so he just went ahead and drilled Dianne until he filled her pussy with a big load. I got the whole thing on film. We watched it all later and it was absolutely pornographic.

We were sitting there, Dianne and I sharing a cigarette, when I decided that I wanted to have a baby with my brother. So I told them so. I thought they were going to die. But do you know what? I really wanted him to give me a child. And he did.

Less than a year later, Caroline was born and she has been my salvation. I moved back to Islands Estates and had the baby. Cool loves her to pieces and is a fantastic father to her and his other children.

When he brought Rita back from New York, I was in seventh heaven. Our lives have been wonderful. When he decided it was time to marry her, it got a little weird until he decided that the three of us would just like a husband with two wives. Mama and daddy and Grace had the same arrangement, but Cool figured a way for us to actually have a ceremony. I don't think the preacher had a chance because Cool bribed him to keep his mouth shut. Even preachers can be bought. 

Rita and I resigned ourselves to accept his philandering ways. He's got so many women sniffing at his fly that we decided up front that we wouldn't let it get in the way. Besides, we have each other. Now that we are all getting older, he's staying on the estate with his roving eye a whole lot more.

After daddy died and mama passed away. Cool was terribly withdrawn for almost a year. He got a little cranky but his music kept him going. The year that Marie was sick with cancer took its toll on us all. She was such a big part of his life and when she finally gave in to the illness, Cool stood up from the dinner table and looked at us all and made a declaration.

"But for the grace of God," he began, "this family would be scattered to the four winds. When Dianne and Caroline move back to Islands Estates, we'll all be here together again. I hope that day comes soon, because I miss them. I know how crazy it's been but I'm damned if I'm going to let the passing of any of our loved ones cause me any more pain in my heart. I'll grieve for them later, when I'm too old to do anything else, but now it's time for us to get on with it. Rita, Camille, tomorrow evening we'll have roast beef and yams for dinner, with apple pie al-a-mode. We shall all dress appropriately for dinner and afterwards, we're going into The War Room and toast our departed friends and by God, let's have us and party like we did in the old days."

Tall Cool had spoken. It would be so!



Life Goes On Ch. 04



After Cool had made his declaration, Rita, Camille and Ming scrambled off to the kitchen to make plans for the requested dinner the following evening. Bobby Sue went to her room to change out of her jeans and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Cool disappeared into his study, closing the door, which meant 'Leave me the fuck alone until further notice.'

"What's eating at him tonight?" Ming asked the others.

"Let me explain," Camille began. "Virgil lets his feelings for certain people go mighty deep. My mama and Cool had a bond that could only be broken one way and that was for one of them to die. Mama died and Cool has grieved ever since. He also loved his daddy and was with him on the boat when he went. He's been wearing that on his shoulder ever since. He was also madly in love with Marie Stone, in his own way, and he's got a big hole in his heart now that she has passed away."

I think," she continued, "that he needs to vent his frustrations and we all know how he gets his mind off things."

"Right," Rita chimed in, "he fucks himself stupid. I'm glad he doesn't drink his troubles away, we'd be mighty horny around here."

"We had better check the guest list," Camille added. "We'll need to have as many of the clan here as we can muster."

"Hand me the phone," Rita said, extending her hand toward Ming who was standing nearest to it.

Rita dialed a long distance number and waited patiently for an answer.

"'Lo," a voice came over the speakerphone.

"Is that you Caroline?" Rita asked the voice.

"Aunt Rita," the voice squealed.

"It's me, Darlin', how are you?" Rita asked.

Caroline went into a long recitation on how groovy New York was and how she was enjoying helping Dianne with the business.

"Is Dianne there, Honey?" Rita asked, after several minutes.

"Hold on a sec," Caroline said and plunked the phone down.

"Rita, Lover, how are you?" Dianne came on the line.

"I'm alive and well in Florida, Sweetie," Rita gushed. "Dinner tomorrow, in the big room, 7:30 in the evening. Appropriate dress has been requested."

"Call Lisa Holiday and send the jet, we'll be ready to travel and waiting at the airport by seven in the morning," Dianne replied, without hesitation. "Is Virgil all right?"

"He's fine," Rita answered. "I think we're about over our depression. I thought we were in for a time with him since Marie went but it looks like we're going to War."

"Oh, boy!" Dianne exclaimed. "I'll bring some of the new leather goodies for y'all. We haven't had a family session in The War Room since before daddy died. Make sure you get in touch with the Blossom's and Dennis Ryan."

"You got it, Honey," Rita said. Then she asked quietly, "When are you coming home for good, Baby?"

"Caroline and I will have things all tidied up here within three or four months," she instructed. "Then we're coming back to Islands Estates to live."

"Thank God for that," Camille said. "He misses you two bad."

"We know," Dianne whispered. "See you tomorrow around noon."

Rita hung up the phone and then picked it up again and dialed Lisa Holiday, in St Augustine. She quickly explained the situation.

"Set me a plate at the table for dinner too," Lisa added, breaking the connection to call the airfield and make arrangements for the jet to be ready to fly out at 2:00 A.M.

Camille reached for the phone and dialed Helen Blossom and briefed her on the forthcoming events. Helen's reaction was instantaneous and positive. She agreed to contact Karen and see to it that she was in residence the next evening. Rita called Sandra to alert her and Billy. Then she dialed Dennis' number and got a disconnected message. Everybody in the room was quiet.

"Where do you suppose the singer is at?" Ming asked.

Bobby grabbed the phone and dialed Gerald and Susan's number.

"Hello," Susan came on the line.

"Aunt Susie," Bobby Sue asked, "Where's Uncle Dennis?"

"He called from Valdosta about an hour ago and said he'll be here around ten tonight," she answered. "Why?"

"Well, daddy's called for a family meeting tomorrow night," Bobby Sue explained. "And I called Dennis' number and it was disconnected."

"He's coming home," Susan replied. "He's really bummed out about Marie."

"So is daddy," Bobby said. "But he wants to have this big dinner and go in The War Room."

"Proper dress?" Susan asked.

"I guess so," Bobby answered.

"I'll tell Dennis as soon as he gets here," Susan said and hung up.

"Aunt Camille," Bobby Sue asked, "what's all this about proper dress for dinner?"

"Well," Camille explained, "years ago, when Grandpa Virg was master of this old house, he would summon the family to dress appropriately for dinner, and games afterwards in The war Room. What that meant was for all of the women, no matter how many were invited to the dinner, to wear sexy clothing to the table. This could be either leather or lace, depending on what the lady was in the mood for. Leather meaning a bit of torture, and lacy lingerie meant she was interested in more a provocative activity. The men would also wear want ever type of get-up indicating the mood he was in."

"Geez, that sounds kind of bizarre, to me," Bobby Sue interrupted.

"Yes, Sweetheart, it gets extremely interesting." Rita said. "You don't have to play if you don't want to. But I think you're old enough to enjoy whatever happens tomorrow."

"Ten of us took Cool in there, one night," Camille said, smiling broadly, "right before the wedding. We blindfolded him and made him guess which one of us was sucking on his big dick. He only missed one because we sent her back a second time. He ended up cumming in Rita's pussy. Of course, we had all agreed that she was the only one allowed to fuck him, on account of it was the night before their wedding."

Bobby Sue's eyes were wide with wonderment. Her mother and aunt were sitting there talking about some of the most fantastic sexy things she could imagine.

"What about the other guys that will be there?" Bobby asked.

"All's fair in there," Camille stated. "Play if you want to. Stay out if you don't."

"I was terrified the first time," Rita chimed in. "But once things get started, you get so turned on that you just have to get into it. It could last for a couple of days."

The conversation lasted for almost an hour before Camille excused herself to have a hot bath. Rita indicated that she would join her in a minute. She hugged her twenty-year-old daughter and assured her it would be a gas.

As soon as Camille and Rita left the room, Ming fished a cigarette from her pack on the table and sucked smoke deep into her lungs. Bobby Sue reached for the cigarette and took a drag and handed it back to the Chinese girl.

"I didn't know that you smoked," Ming said.

"Only when I'm excited or really bummed out," Bobby Sue explained. Right now, I'm wired for sound."

"Me to, Honey," Ming agreed, touching the younger girl tenderly on the cheek.

Bobby Sue tipped her head and turned it so she could touch the long nailed fingers with her tongue. Ming held her fingers so Bobby could move her tongue over them. Bobby sucked Ming's long finger into her mouth and pulled it way in. Crushing the cigarette out, Ming stepped close to Bobby Sue and place her other hand softly on her midriff below the short tank top. Slowly Ming's hand eased up under the loose fitting top and cupped Bobby's full fleshy tittie.

Bobby pushed her leg between Ming's legs and rubbed her thigh firmly against her pubic mound. Ming grew damp as the younger girl applied pressure. Ming pulled her finger from Bobby's mouth and replaced it with her tongue. Bobby groaned as they fenced in each other's mouth. Ming's free hand went around to Bobby's soft buns and gripped her tightly, pulling her closer.

Ming was humping on Bobby's thigh and pushing her own leg against Bobby's pussy. Bobby broke the kiss and jerked Ming through the door into the hall. They stopped twice on the way to Ming's room to embrace passionately against each other. Both women were boiling inside with the anticipation of the upcoming day. Clothes flew in all direction when the door on Ming's bedchamber closed. Hands and lips explored naked flesh and soon the two hot lovers were lying on the bed with their legs x-ed and their hot pussies mashed together, humping madly.

Ming's hand reached under her pillow and produced a long thick double-ended dildo. She fumbled for a bottle of lubricant and drizzled the long phallus liberally. She carefully pushed one end deep into Bobby Sue's waiting hole and then she eased herself in position to accept the opposite end. Once fully impaled, the two women writhed on the false cock until each of them had exhausted her self from repeated orgasms.

"Jesus, Ming. I have never!" Bobby Sue breathed, after a long silence during which both women lay quietly on the bed.

"Your mother brought me this," Ming said, holding the dildo up.

"You two are tight, aren't you?" Bobby asked.

"She's a very charming woman and we're very fond of each other," Ming confided.

The acrid scent of cigarette smoke drifted into the room. Ming looked toward the door and her face bloomed in a broad smile. Rita leaned in the doorway, a long white cigarette locked in her upheld fingers. I thin thread of white smoke rose from the burning cigarette and disappeared into the air above the copper haired beauties head. Rita's filmy silver peignoir hung open from the neck, revealing her full soft breasts and flaming red pubic bush. Her free hand was massaging an erect nipple as she stood gazing at the naked lovers on the bed.

"Y'all are so sexy," Rita crooned. "I got so wet just watching you two."

"Mama?" Bobby Sue squeaked, her head popping up.

"Looks like you're practicing for tomorrow night," Rita said, softly.

"Why don't you join us, Sweetheart?" Ming suggested, demurely.

Rita crossed to the bed, took a deep drag from the cigarette and was about to extinguish it in the ashtray. Bobby Sue reached out and took the smoke from her mother's extended hand and sucked her lungs full of smoke. She exhaled straight up into the air and reached over and snuffed the butt in the tray on the nightstand. Rita arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

The tall woman shrugged her shoulders, sending the thin robe fluttering to the floor. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she slithered into the space between the two reclining women. Bobby Sue moved between her mother's legs and sliding her arms under them, she spread Rita's thighs wide apart, pushing her face directly into Rita's soft bush. Bobby's tongue swept lovingly through her mother's fluffy patch and found her delicate nether lips. She greedily lapped at Rita's succulent fruit.

Ming closed her sweet lips around Rita's hard nipple, nursing like a child. Rita lay, supine on the bed, languishing in the attention she was receiving from her daughter and the lovely Chinese girl. Orgasms swiftly carried her away. Bobby attended to her sensitized clit while Ming alternated between her burning nipples. Rita simmered from her inner heat.

They lay together, in the after glow of pleasure. The mother, the daughter, and the wanton lover they shared, content for now.

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Tall Cool sat behind the huge walnut desk in the study once occupied by his departed father. Looking around the room, he wondered at some of the artifacts that decorated the shelves and walls. Pictures of people that Cool neither knew or recognized. The history of his father's life was depicted here and it had depressed him for years. He stood and started to gather the ancient framed images from the tiny nails in the dark planking and stacked them neatly on the corner of the desk.

He spun the dial on the door to the big walk-in vault behind the moving bookshelf, and pulled the heavy steel door open. He flipped the switch inside the door, illuminating the interior of the safe in the bright glow of fluorescent light. Returning to the study, he carefully carried the pictures into the safe and stacked them on the highest shelf to the rear of the vault. Three trips and he had satisfied his desire to lock away some of the depressing things from his father's lurid past.

Cool looked around the vault. Many things there still reminded him of The Old Man. Most of the memories were cherished ones. Items belonging to his mother still lay in the long drawers on the sidewall. He pulled open the drawers, one at a time, viewing the contents of each. Dozens of pairs of sparkling diamond earrings and necklaces of every imaginable gem on the globe filled one drawer. Rolex watches of every description and shape lay in another. Jeweled knives and other precious trinkets lay in another. And there were drawers full of old out of date currency, some dated back to the late eighteen hundreds. And bundles of cash, from the sale of the real estate and other businesses that he and Camille had decided to liquidate, were stacked on the shelves along with boxes of stocks and bond certificates, many of which were more than seventy years old.

Millions of dollars were lying in front of him. And there were untold millions more in bank accounts all over Florida. He asked himself why he had been so depressed and it came to him like a bolt from the blue. They had been living like hermits out here in the dunes in this big old house. Nothing had changed in the old house since he was born. It still looked the same inside. He knew what he had to do to climb out of the funk he was in and get back to life.

He marched from the vault, closing the door and spinning the dial. He opened the door from the study and walked to his bedroom in search of Camille. She was sitting at her dressing table, very naked, brushing her long shiny black hair. Cool took the brush from her hand and stroked it through her hair, standing behind her. She watched his face in the mirror. She could tell her brother, her lover-husband, had made a decision. He's only quiet when he's getting ready to extol you with wisdom.

"I've come to a decision, my Beautiful Black Queen," Cool began.

Camille felt a shiver run down her spine almost like the day he had told her and Rita that he wanted them to both be his wives.

"Yes, Virgil," she replied, softly. "I can see it in your face. You look more rested than I've seen you in a year."

"I have decided that this old house needs some new life in it," he declared. "First, with your approval of course and that of Rita, I think we should renovate the entire inside of this great old castle and make it modern and new. We'll keep our heritage but let's make it sparkle. And I miss having children to walk with and teach about the river and the history. We haven't had tangled bodies and wild sex together in a long time. Remember how we used to fuck at the drop of a hat?"

"We are getting along in years, Darling," Camille soothed. "But yes, I do remember and I long for those days. But at fifty-seven, I'll not be having any more babies, nor will Rita, I'm afraid."

"But the girls can have babies," Cool insisted.

"Are you telling me you want to have children with our children?" Camille asked, turning to face Cool.

"I am saying that the girls can have babies with whom ever they chose to have a baby with and then there will be children here in this house again," Cool explained. "Or we can adopt children."

"When's the last time you had sex with one of us?" Camille asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Couple of days, I guess."

"Do you know what your problem is?" she asked.

"What?" he quizzed.

"You need get a load off your mind," she said, reaching up and pulling his zipper down and pulling his pants down to his knees. "Why did God give man only enough blood to work one head at a time?"

She took Cool's thick cock in her warm lips and massaged him with her tongue. He swelled inside her mouth, filling her with his hard meaty prick. She moved her head on and off, sending waves of sensation coursing through him. Her hand found his balls hanging between his legs. She fondled him gently as she continued to take him ever deeper into her throat. Her other hand circled around his leg, whereupon she tweaked his tight sphincter with a manicured nail.

Popping his raging cock from her lips, she wet her finger with her mouth and took his cock back inside. She slowly slid her saliva-drenched finger in his ass, causing even greater sensations to rip through his lusty body.

Camille pulled him close, pushing her face flat against his hairy torso, sending his big prick far down her swallowing throat. She worked her throat on him, massaging him from deep down inside, She moaned around his cock, causing him even more sensation.


With her finger moving within his relaxed rosebud and his cock extended completely down her throat, she brought him slowly to a thunderous release deep inside of her. He pulsed with tremendous force, sending a huge wave of thick semen rushing down her hot sucking gullet. Again and again he discharged into her filling her stomach with a flood of hot cream. He slowed and as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

Cool clung to her head with both hands, bending over her to keep from falling. Her mouth still moved on his deflating manhood. Her tongue laved him inside her mouth. There was only one other woman that had ever sucked his cock like Camille and that was Louise, her mother.

"Don't ever stop doing that to me," Cool hissed.

Long after his softened cock had dropped out of her mouth, he stood holding her head in both hands.

"Don't ever stop wanting me to," she whispered.

"We need to rest," Cool stated.

They crawled into bed and slept.

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Cool crept from the bed at first light and walked out to the pool. He dove into the cool water and swam back and forth in the water for over fifteen minutes. He pulled his naked body up on the pool apron and stood reaching for a towel. He had hardened over the years. His six-pack abs glistened from the water. His legs were well muscled and his arms still bulged in the right places. His thick member hung between his legs, water dripping off the head as the rivulets from the pool drained down his body from above.

At fifty-one, his libido was still strong and few days passed when he didn't exercise his right as master of the realm. His depression had pushed him deep into himself for several months but he suddenly felt alive again after his revelations of the previous days.

Standing with his hands on his hips, he gazed through the screen surrounding the pool down towards the river, which flowed three hundred yards below the house, to the west. His thoughts were on the inhabitants of Islands Estates.

Rita, Camille and Ming lived on the main level of the big old house with him. Bobby Sue had taken residence upstairs in the second floor apartment. Billy Joe had taken over Cool's old apartment in the basement next to the studio. Since Caroline had moved temporarily to New York, the old servants quarters on the north end of the house were vacant.

With the construction of the fifth residence on the south quadrant of the estate where Helen Blossom now resided completed, Steve, Cool's long unknown child, and his mother Debbie, had moved from the boathouse into Helen's old place, after a complete remodel. Susan lived by herself when Billy Joe wasn't there, in the house on the river by the stable. Gerald and Susan, Dennis' mother lived in the other house on the north end.

It was common knowledge that everybody that lived on the estate at one time or another was having some kind of sexual relationship going on with somebody else. It was all very sordid but it had been going on since the dawn of time and everyone was aware of it. Cool made the rounds regularly and loved every one in his beautiful family. Tonight, they would all be together for a group gathering and he was excited beyond words. His only regret was that he didn't think Caroline or Dianne would be there. Little did he know.




Life Goes On Ch. 04



 I want to thank you all for reading my stories, and I thank you for your patience. Life has been difficult for me recently; my husband and I separated in the beginning of August, leaving quite an adjustment period for myself and my two children. On top of that, classes have started up so my time will be even more limited with homework being piled on sky high. Please keep reading, I promise I'll keep writing as often as I am able.

Ashira

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Lucas knocked on the bedroom door and opened it slowly. It had been just over a day since they had been told that Lucas too, carried the Cystic Fibrosis gene and Olivia had spent the time practically in a trance; she ate little but cried a lot. Olivia knew too well what would eventually happen if the baby had Cystic Fibrosis, she'd grown up hearing stories about her mom and Uncle David, and about Sam too. "Livvy," Lucas said gently, frowned at the sight of Olivia curled up in a fetal position, her back to the door and her arms around her middle.

"I don't want to talk Luke," Olivia's voice was raw.

"That's just too bad Olivia Katherine." Olivia's whole body jerked and she turned towards the door.

"Mom?" Olivia's voice was filled with disbelief as she sat up slowly. "How did you get here?" Olivia wanted to know, her eyes widened more as she saw her father standing behind Lucas. Shawn gave Lucas a look who left them alone with a sigh.

"Lucas called us last night after you went to bed. We sent Mac to Tabitha's and flew into Sault Ste Marie, in Ontario and drove down here to Paradise," Sara answered.

"It's dangerous having you here though," Olivia whispered.

"Patrick has no idea where we are and you need us, that makes it worth it," Shawn's voice was firm and gentle. "Would you like to talk to your mother alone?" Shawn asked his daughter. 

"Would you mind?" Olivia whispered. "Of course not," Shawn assured his daughter. He gave her a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead before leaving the room, he closed the door behind him. "I'm scared mom," Olivia whispered, her eyes filled with tears as all the possibilities flooded to the front of her mind.

"I know you are and it's understandable," Sara's voice was gentle.

What if the baby has CF?" Olivia's voice was shaking.

"You know the odds Liv. You and Luke both share the gene, okay. There's a twenty-five percent chance that your baby will have CF, a fifty percent chance that the baby will be a carrier and a twenty-five percent chance that the baby won't be a carrier or have CF at all," Sara reminded her daughter. 

"I don't know what I'll do if the baby has CF mom. I don't want to watch my baby die," Olivia looked at her mother in surprise as Sara reached out and shook her gently.

"I understand you're upset Olivia, and you have the right to be, but you need to pull yourself together. Luke can only keep his cool for so long and he's scared too. You will both get through this, but only if you do it together," Sara said firmly.

"But ..."

"Olivia, if the baby is a carrier or has CF, will you love him or her any less?" Sara asked.

"No, of course not!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Then don't worry so much about it right now. If you need to know now, have the amnio, but you need to take life as it comes and be strong," Sara said.

"What if Pat finds out about Luke and I, or the baby?" Olivia asked.

"Pat can't touch me Liv, unless he hurts you." Lucas' voice was strained but strong as he pushed the bedroom door open. "I'm sorry to disturb you guys, I know Livvy needs to talk to you, but Shawn keeps giving me looks like he's going to unman me and he's quite frankly making me nervous," Lucas added. Olivia laughed for the first time in nearly thirty-six hours and Lucas smiled. Sara stood up and patted Lucas on the shoulder.

"I'll go talk to Shawn and start dinner. You guys take your time, dinner will be in an hour," Sara told them.

Lucas waited for the sound of Sara's footsteps descending the stairs before he sat down on the bed next to Olivia. "Livvy, I love you," Lucas' voice was soft as he reached for the hand that bore his ring and brushed his thumb over it. "Even if the baby is a carrier or even God forbid has CF, that won't change the way I feel about either of you," Lucas promised. Olivia sniffled as he pulled her close and engulfed her in a hug. "Don't shut me out Liv, please. We're in this together," he added.

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"What are you thinking?" Sara hissed when she walked into the kitchen.

"He got her pregnant Sara," Shawn grumbled.

"Oh for crying out loud Shawn, this isn't a new development," Sara said sarcastically. "Look Shawn, I get that you aren't thrilled that Liv's pregnant, but you're going to have to live with it. Lucas loves her Shawn and he isn't going to hurt her," Sara told him. Shawn grumbled at that, but stopped grumbling and sighed when he saw the look on Sara's face. "She had to grow up sometime Shawn," Sara reminded him. Shawn nodded his acknowledgment at that and turned his attention to the stairs as he heard footsteps. "She's scared Shawn so don't get into your cave man routine," Sara warned. She smiled warmly as Olivia and Lucas stepped into the kitchen. Shawn looked from Olivia to Lucas and back to Olivia again. They were clearly both nervous and on edge, but he could see the love and affection in their eyes.

"What?" Olivia asked. 

Shawn's expression softened as he stepped toward his oldest daughter and kissed her cheek gently. "Are you happy Livvy?" Shawn asked his daughter.

"Other than the fact that my psychotic ex-boyfriend is after me, I'm very happy." Olivia's voice was soft and she looked at Lucas shyly. Shawn studied them both closely then he turned to Lucas.

"If you hurt my daughter Lucas, there won't be a country far enough to escape my wrath," Shawn warned. 

"Fair enough," Lucas said, his voice just as firm as his future father's.

"Who's hungry?" Sara asked. "Olivia, set the table please," she requested. Olivia walked into kitchen and pulled plates out of the cupboard, the smell of her mother's hamburgers and sauteing onions and mushrooms permeated the air.

"It smells amazing mom," Olivia said as she finished setting the dishes on the table. Sara smiled and pulled the hamburgers out of the pan and onto a plate.

"I must say that I've gained probably fifteen pounds since Livvy's been with me," Lucas commented as they sat down to eat.

"Just fifteen? I gained twenty within the first month of being with Sara," Shawn joked.

"That's because you were living on ramen noodles and tuna," Sara teased. 

Olivia smiled at the comfortable banter between her parents and hoped that she and Lucas would last as long as her parents. The two couples had one thing in common; both relationships snuck up on them completely unaware, ambushing them into something they weren't prepared for. Olivia sighed as she thought about the possibility of her unborn child having Cystic Fibrosis and the smile left her face.

"Don't go there Liv," Shawn told his daughter firmly.

"It's hard not to," Olivia whispered.

"You aren't doing yourself, Lucas or the baby any good worrying over something that you can't control," Shawn said. Olivia sniffled and her eyes filled with tears as she excused herself and fled upstairs to the bathroom, feeling an intense urge to be alone.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asked, opening the door to the bathroom a half hour later. Olivia looked up from the cooling bath water, her face streaked with tears. Lucas sighed, crossed the few steps to the tub and knelt down beside her. "It's going to be okay Livvy," Lucas told her.

"How do you know?" Olivia asked softly. Lucas smiled as he leaned over and kissed her gently.

"Because I love you and I love our baby," he answered. Olivia smiled back at him and followed him with her eyes as he stood up, pulled a towel out of the closet and held it out for her. "Let me show you how much I love you," Lucas murmured, his voice just above a whisper, he held his hand out to her and helped her out of the tub after she slipped her hand into his before he ushered her into the bedroom.

"Luke?" Olivia murmured sleepily as she lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest.

"Hmm?" Lucas asked, brushing his hand down her arm softly.

"When did my parents leave?" Olivia wanted to know, hoping they hadn't been there to hear them.

Lucas hesitated. "They didn't leave. They're on the couch downstairs," he said finally. Olivia groaned and buried her face in his shoulder. "It's okay Liv." Lucas was unable to stop the chuckle that snuck out.

"Why didn't you tell me they were still here? There's no way they didn't hear that!" Olivia wailed.

"Livvy, I'd be surprised if the neighbors didn't hear," Lucas teased. Olivia looked up at him, mortified and Lucas laughed again. "Don't be embarrassed Livvy." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love the noises you made," Lucas whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Olivia walked downstairs the next morning, Sara was busily making breakfast. "Where's dad?" Olivia asked.

"He went out for a run with Luke," Sara answered. Olivia stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide and Sara laughed. "Don't worry Olivia, your father isn't going to hurt Luke," Sara told her daughter.

"I'm sorry about last night. I should have had a better grip on my emotions and if I had known you were still here last night, I never would have ..." Olivia scowled when her mother started laughing. "What?" Olivia asked.

"Don't be ashamed that you're in love Olivia," Shawn said from the kitchen door. Lucas grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and took a long swallow, his eyes never leaving Olivia's face.

"I'm not ashamed. I just would have made an attempt at being quiet," Olivia said. Lucas gave Olivia a wicked grin. Blushing, Olivia turned her attention to getting plates to eat off of.

"Enough," Shawn said before Lucas could say anything else. "I don't need any more reminders of what I heard last night," he added. Olivia blushed and dropped the forks on the table.

"Shawn, you're embarrassing her," Sara hissed. Shawn shrugged and headed into the half bath to wash up. Lucas grinned, pressed a kiss to the top of Olivia's head and headed upstairs to get out of his exercise clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Olivia sat on the couch, folding clothes as she waited nervously for the doctor to call with the test results of the amnio. They were back in the West Bloomfield area; Lucas' bosses had told him that there had been no sign of Patrick anywhere and that they couldn't cover for Lucas any longer. Olivia put down the now folded towel and rubbed her rounded abdomen as the baby within her kicked her hard. At nearly six months into her pregnancy, Olivia was more anxious about the baby's possible illness but she was excited that soon, she'd be holding her little one in her arms. A knock at the door caught her attention and she pushed herself off of the couch to answer it; it was most likely Kelsey or the delivery men with the crib for the baby. Olivia pulled the door open and her breath caught in her throat when she saw Patrick standing in front of her. She shoved the door closed and locked it before she ran for the bedroom where the phone sat. Shakily, Olivia dialed the phone to Lucas's precinct. 

"Police department," a lazy voice answered the phone.

"I need to speak with Lucas Cohen, it's an emergency. This is his fiancee Olivia. Please hurry," Olivia's voice was panicked as she waited to be connected.

"Liv, what's wrong?" Lucas asked.

"Pat's he..." Olivia screamed at the sound of breaking glass and hid in the closet.

"Liv, what happened!?" Lucas wanted to know. Patrick screamed Olivia's name loudly enough to be heard through the closed bedroom door. "Help is coming Liv, I promise," Lucas said before hanging up the phone. Olivia crouched as low as she could in the closet and groaned silently as the baby pressed on her bladder. Olivia moved quickly to answer her buzzing cell phone.

"Luke, he's in the house," she whispered.

"I know love. I want you to listen carefully. I'm ten minutes out and I have other officers heading to the house. We're coming as fast as we can, but in case we don't get there before he gets to you, I want you to put the phone on mute, I'll be able to hear you but he won't be able to hear me and we'll be able to trace the call." Lucas' voice was as calm as it could be but Olivia could hear the fear. "I love you Livvy," he said finally.

"I love you too Luke. Please hurry," Olivia whispered, before putting the phone on mute and tucking it back in the secret pocket on her jeans. She screamed as Patrick pulled the closet door open and pulled her out into the bedroom.

"You little whore!" he sneered. Olivia covered her abdomen protectively.

"Just leave me alone Pat. Luke's a police officer! He'll never stop looking for you if you hurt me or the baby!" Olivia exclaimed.

"I was going to marry you, all you had to do was let me fuck you! Instead, you take off half way across the country and let someone you hadn't seen in five years take what was rightfully mine to take!" Patrick back handed her, his knuckle slamming against her cheek bone, causing a bruise to form almost instantly. 

Through the phone, Lucas could hear Olivia crying and he tightened his fingers on the steering wheel as he pushed the car faster.

"Leave me alone Pat, please," Olivia pleaded. Patrick looked at her coldly.

"No fucking way," Patrick's voice was deadly calm as he leveled a gun at her. "Unless you want another taste of how it feels to be shot, I suggest you stand up and come with me," he told her. Olivia pushed herself up off of the floor, using the foot of the bed as support; she shivered as Patrick studied her carefully. 

"Even when you're as big as a fucking house you're still beautiful," Patrick told her coldly. "Let's go," he added. When Olivia hesitated, Patrick pointed the gun at her belly. "Let's go now or I'll kill your brat," Patrick threatened. Olivia went with him, surprised that there wasn't a car out in front of the house. Patrick walked through the back of the house, through the yard of a house that had just been sold but not moved into yet and into a car that was on, lights off in the drive way. "Your little trip gave me plenty of time to find out about Luke and case the house," Patrick informed her as he pushed her into the passenger seat.

"I don't care what you do to me Pat, just please, don't hurt my baby," Olivia pleaded. "The baby has nothing to do with this," she added.

"Nothing to do with this?" Patrick asked, his eyebrows raised.

"The baby is an innocent bystander. Please Pat, just don't hurt my baby," Olivia's voice was shaky.

"We'll see," Patrick said. He put on baseball cap and handed Olivia a blanket. "Put this around your head so you don't look like yourself. If you even try to motion for help, I'll kill you and your baby right here and dump you on the road," he threatened. Olivia nodded and wrapped the blanket over her head and shoulders. Patrick pushed Olivia against the door then forced her eyes closed. "Don't open those eyes Olivia or your brat will suffer," he told her. Patrick turned on the head lights and backed out of the driveway. 

Patrick pushed Olivia into the house, shut and locked the door behind us. "Don't think anybody will find you here bitch," he told her. Patrick pulled the blanket from her and studied Olivia closely. "Take off your clothes Olivia. I want to see exactly how much of your new found body weight is the brat you're carrying," he ordered. With shaking hands, Olivia pulled her shirt over her head and let her pants fall to the ground, leaving only her maternity bra and panties. Patrick smiled approvingly. "You aren't that fat yet," he mused.

"I'm only six months pregnant, I'll get heavier," Olivia said nervously.

"You'd better hope not. You know I like my girls stick thin," Patrick reminded her.

"And if you had been the one to get me pregnant?" Olivia countered.

"That's different. Of course I would want my child healthy," Patrick said with a shrug. He gave her a long look. "The next one will be mine," he told her. Olivia swallowed hard and squeaked in surprise as Patrick tugged her panties down, followed by the bra.

"Pat, don't, please," Olivia begged, taking a step back.

"Don't deny me Olivia, I'm angry enough as it is," Patrick warned. He pulled her upstairs to the bedroom and practically threw her against the bed and climbed on next to her.

"Please don't hurt me," Olivia whispered. Patrick just grumbled as he shoved three fingers up into her. 

"When is the last time you and Lucas had sex?" Patrick asked.

"This morning," Olivia whispered. 

Patrick growled, pulled his fingers out of her and slammed his cock into her unprepared pussy. Olivia cried out and tried to pull away.

"I'll kill your baby Olivia," Patrick reminded her as he pounded into her. "I'm going to make you forget all about Lucas Cohen," he sneered. Olivia cried as he stretched her, this was nothing like sex with Lucas, even when Lucas was rough, he was always careful not to hurt her and to make it good for her. Olivia hated Patrick for hurting her like this and she hated herself for have ever fallen in love with him. When it was finally over, Patrick pulled out of her and pushed Olivia away. "It didn't have to be that way Olivia. I would have been much more gentle with you if I hadn't had to hunt you down!" Patrick growled. Olivia scrambled away from him and curled up in a ball while Patrick pulled his clothes back on. "I'm going to get something to eat. If you touch your clothes, you'll get it later," Patrick told her. When Patrick was out of sight, Olivia scrambled to her pants and grabbed her cell phone out of the pocket and sent Lucas a quick text, pleading with him to find her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lucas tapped his fingers on the counter while he waited for Sara to pick up the phone, dreading telling her about Olivia. "Sara, it's Lucas. Pat found the house and took Olivia. We're looking for her. I promise I'll find her and bring her home safe," Lucas said in a rush.

"We'll be on the next flight out," Sara promised.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Olivia stood at the window, peeking out the curtain, trying to ignore the pain shooting through her abdomen. Now that she could see the area, Olivia knew she was only a block away from Lucas'. Patrick was still passed out in the bedroom after raping her twice more and she knew that this might be her last chance to escape him. Olivia pulled Patrick's jacket off of the back of the sofa, slid into it and snuck out the front door, breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't creak. She closed it lightly behind her and moved as fast as she could down the street, stopping only when she could see the house. Olivia leaned against a tree and cried out as a wave of pain rushed through her. With shaking hands, Olivia pulled her phone out of the pocket of the jacket. "This is Lucas Cohen."

"Luke, help me!" Olivia wailed.

"Where are you?" Lucas asked.

"Down the street. I can see the house but I can't move any further. I think I'm having contractions," Olivia answered. She saw Lucas hurry out of the house. "To the left," she added. Lucas turned towards her and hurried to her.

"Are you alright?" Lucas asked gently, cupping her face and looking her over carefully.

"I think so," Olivia's voice was shaky as Lucas started leading her back to the house.

"What did he do?" Lucas wanted to know, glancing over at her, frowned when he saw the look of fear on Olivia's face. "Livvy, what's wrong baby?" Lucas asked. His arm around Olivia's waist was the only thing that kept her upright when her knees buckled.

"I think my water just broke," Olivia said, her eyes wide. Lucas swore under his breath and he scooped her up and carried her back to the house and yelled for help. "It hurts Luke," she whimpered as he set her in the back of his jeep.




Life Goes On Ch. 04



"It's going to be okay Livvy, I promise," Lucas said, sliding in next to her as his lieutenant hopped in the driver's seat and took off.

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"Is the baby okay?" Olivia asked the doctor as Lucas slid his hand in hers and squeezed it.

"It's too early," Lucas added.

"Your water did break, so there's no stopping your labor, I'm sorry," the doctor said kindly but gently.

"But it's too soon!" Olivia exclaimed, panicked.

"Olivia, I know you're scared, but you need to calm down. It's rare, but babies can survive, even at only twenty three weeks," the doctor told Olivia.

"You want me to calm down? After everything I've been through?" Olivia asked, her voice shrill.

"If you want your baby to even have a chance of surviving, you need to calm down," the doctor said firmly. 

Lucas held Olivia's hand as she pushed hard; her face was covered with sweat and her eyes were full of worry and pain. 

"You're doing great Olivia. You'll be seeing your baby really soon," the doctor promised.

"I love you," Lucas whispered. Olivia gave Lucas a pained smile as the doctor instructed her to push hard. Lucas winced at the pressure Olivia was exerting on his hand as she pushed and screamed loudly.

"It's a girl!" the doctor announced as the baby slipped into his arms.

"Is she okay?" Olivia asked, exchanging glances with Lucas.

"She's small, it's a waiting game," the doctor answered. Small gasping cries could be heard from the tiny infant in the doctor's arms.

"Please Doctor Ambrose, tell us what's happening," Lucas said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Your daughter is very premature and she's being taken to the NICU for evaluation and an examination," Doctor Ambrose answered and as he placed the baby into the waiting incubator that would keep her warm on her journey, she let out a loud wail. Doctor Ambrose smiled. "That's a good sign," he added.

A nurse smiled kindly at Lucas and Olivia as she helped Olivia get cleaned up. "You'll be moved to a room in a few minutes," the nurse told them.

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Lucas walked in the hall way to call Shawn and Sara. "Did you find Olivia?" Sara asked when she picked up the phone.

"She found me," Lucas admitted. "Where are you guys?" he wanted to know.

"We just got the rental car," Sara answered.

"We're at Beaumont." Lucas paused, swallowed despite the lump of emotion in his throat. "The strain of being taken by Patrick cause Liv to go into premature labor," he said finally. 

"Is she, we'll be there as soon as we can," Sara told him before hanging up, deciding against asking her questions. These questions were better answered by visual proof then a phone call.

When Shawn and Sara found where Lucas was waiting, Sara gave him a tight hug. "How's Liv?" Sara asked.

"Nervous. The doctors took the baby to the NICU and haven't told us anything yet," Lucas answered as he led his futures towards Olivia's room.

"Did he hurt Olivia?" Shawn asked, his voice tense. Lucas turned to the older man, a dark look in his eyes.

"He raped her several times in the two days that he had her." Lucas pounded angrily on the wall and stopped to get his anger under control before he returned to Olivia's room. "He rented a house a block away from mine using a fake name, I never even noticed him around the entire month we'd been back in town!" Lucas ranted.

"How did she get out?" Sara wanted to know.

"He got drunk the last night she was with him, Liv won't tell me what he did to her, but the physical exam said enough," Lucas said bitterly. "Thankfully, the person Patrick rented the house from kept it maintained and when Pat passed out, Liv stole his coat and left the house which dumbass had left unlocked. Olivia said until that day, she'd been kept in a windowless room, but he wanted her to cook him dinner," Lucas added. He couldn't look at Shawn or Sara, he knew he'd failed them, and worst of all, he'd failed Olivia and their child; he'd let a madman take the woman he loved and wasn't there to protect her like he'd promised to be.

Shawn could feel Lucas' anger radiating off of the younger man and placed a hand on Lucas' shoulder. "Let's go see Olivia, shall we?" Shawn suggested gently. Lucas took a ragged breath, nodded and led the way to her room.

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Olivia's face brightened up when her parents and Lucas walked in. "How are you feeling?" Sara asked her daughter.

"Sore, scared but I'm safe and happy to be back with Luke," Olivia answered. Lucas swallowed again and sat in the chair by the bed, slid his hand into hers. Lucas could feel the rage building in Shawn's body as he saw the bruises on Olivia's face and arms, evidence of Patrick's mistreatment. 

"Have you heard anything about the baby?" Sara asked, giving her husband a warning look that she also turned to Lucas with. 

"Not yet," Olivia's voice was soft, nervous and filled with exhaustion.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Shawn wanted to know. 

"A girl. And if she makes it through this, a non male relative won't get with a 150 yards of her," Lucas announced. Shawn laughed at that.

"I think I said something similar about Liv," he reminded Lucas. Lucas grinned.

"But I have a badge and a gun," Lucas said, relaxing a little.

"Alright boys, that's enough," Sara told them, exchanging an amused look with her daughter. Olivia covered a yawn with her hand. "We'll go find a hotel Liv, you should rest. We'll come back in a few hours," Sara said gently. Olivia sighed but nodded. She was tired, exhausted really but she didn't want her parents to leave.

"We'll see you around dinner time, and don't worry, we won't make you suffer through hospital food. How does Chinese sound?" Shawn asked.

"Perfect," Olivia said with a smile. Her parents hugged her goodbye and left the room, leaving Olivia and Lucas alone with their thoughts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lucas watched Olivia as she slept fitfully while they waited for information on their daughter's condition. They didn't even know if she was still alive, if she would live, if she had Cystic Fibrosis. Lucas closed his eyes as he fought the nausea and the rage that was welling up within him. Never in his life had he ever wanted to kill somebody, to take the law into his own hands and become a vigilante but Patrick had pushed him to the breaking point when he'd take Olivia and endangered both her life and the life of the innocent baby she carried. 

Lucas took a deep breathe and tried to calm himself down; he wouldn't do Olivia or the baby any good if he was in jail for Patrick's murder. Lucas looked up as Lieutenant Murphy walked into the room. "What's happening?" Lucas asked quietly. Lieutenant Murphy motioned towards the door and Lucas followed him out into the hall.

"We found Patrick passed out in the house and gave him one hell of a wake up call. What ever he took in combination with the alcohol had knocked him out cold. He didn't even hear us bust the door down. He made a full confession after seeing the pictures we'd taken of the house and of Olivia." The Lieutenant watched Lucas' reaction and gave the younger man a kind smile. "You have a tough girl in there Luke. It's a shame she ever went with scum like Patrick," he added.

"His loss is my amazing gain," Lucas said with a shrug. The Lieutenant nodded.

"How is she doing?" he wanted to know.

"She's hurting a little and she's really scared about the baby, we both are." Lucas sighed loudly and tore his hand through his hair. "I know babies are small, but shit Lieu, they aren't supposed to be that small. She was three and a half pounds and breathing, that's all we know," Lucas said. His voice cracked and the dam that had been holding back the tears broke and he broke down, not caring that many would see his tears as a sign of weakness. Footsteps in the hall had Lucas pulling himself together as his occasional partner Suzy and her husband, fellow police officer Blythe Lee walk up to them.

"What are you a girl now?" Blythe asked with a teasing grin.

"Bite me," Lucas growled.

"I think it's sweet," Suzy said with a smile. "How's Olivia?" she wanted to know, giving her husband a scolding look.

"Physically, she's doing okay. Emotionally, we're both a wreck," Lucas admitted.

"I can understand that. We've all been there," Blythe told Lucas. Luacs nodded; just five years before, Blythe's ex-wife and their son had been victims of a drunk driver. Blythe's son had made it, his ex-wife had not. To this day, Cooper wasn't the same boy he'd been and while he was making strides with his new step-mother, he was still an angry young man.

All conversation stopped as Doctor Ambrose walked over to them, a chart in hand. "Mr. Cohen, could we step inside Miss Reed's room and talk?" Doctor Ambrose asked. 

Lucas swallowed hard. "We'll be out here if you need us," Suzy promised. Lucas nodded and followed the doctor into Olivia's room.

"Luke, what's going on?" Olivia asked sleepily.

"The doc is back," Lucas said softly, sitting down next to her. Olivia pushed herself up in the bed quickly, slid her hand into Lucas' as the doctor pulled up another chair and sat down.

"Please tell me that she's okay," Olivia whispered. 

Doctor Ambrose smiled. "Do you have a name for your daughter?" he asked.

"Callia Grace," Olivia answered. 

"Callia is small, as you know, she only weighs three and a half pounds. That's a bit smaller then we like to see, but while she isn't breathing well on her own, she is able to breathe without assistance. We do have her on some oxygen to help with her breathing."

"Does she have CF?" Olivia interrupted.

"No, she does not," Doctor Ambrose answered with a warm smile.

"Is she going to survive?" Lucas wanted to know.

"Barring more complications, yes, she'll survive," Doctor Ambrose told them. He smiled at the look of relief on both Lucas' and Olivia's faces. "She'll need to stay in the hospital for an unseeable amount of time," he added.

"Thank you," Olivia whispered, her eyes filled with tears of relief.

"My pleasure. Rest up, you can see your daughter in just over an hour," Doctor Ambrose said before walking out of the room.

Lucas pulled Olivia into his arms and held her tight as she cried, but this time, instead of tears of pain or fear, they were tears of joy. "Do you want me to call your mom?" Lucas asked after a moment.

"No, I'll call her. Why don't you go tell Suzie and Blythe. I'm sure they're out there waiting," Olivia answered. Lucas smiled, kissed her gently, walked out into the hallway and let out a whoop as he pumped his fist into the air. Olivia laughed at his antics as the door swung shut behind him.



Life Goes On Ch. 04



The phone on the bar next to the pool rang, jerking him out of his reverie. He looked at it and let it ring a second time, then a third. He usually let somebody else field incoming calls, but it seemed that the rest of the house must have still been sleeping, so he picked up the receiver.

"Hey, guitar picker," came the familiar voice. "You up?"

"Dennis," Cool exclaimed. "How the hell are you?"

"Right as rain," Dennis sang, back into the phone. "And you?"

"Same as always," Cool replied. " Actually, I'm doing a lot better now. Where are you?"

"I'm down at the house," Dennis said. "I got in last night. I just got done laying the wood to Ma!"

"You pervert," Cool chuckled, "Gerald's going to kill you."

"What he don't know, won't hurt him," Dennis allowed. "He's out mowing and Ma just looked good all wadded up in bed like that."

"C'mon up to the house and I'll buy you a cup of coffee," Cool said, ringing off.

Cool pulled on a pair of cut-offs and stood out on the balcony and watched his tall friend walk out of the woods several minutes later. He crossed the wide lawn and entered the lower part of the house. He emerged through the kitchen door, smiling broadly. The two men shook hands and gave each other a brief hug. Old friendships are strong. Cool poured two cups of scalding hot coffee and they sat out on the balcony.

"Party tonight?" Dennis asked.

"With all the trimmings," Cool said. "You be there?"

"And miss a chance to bone your good looking wife? No way!" Dennis said. 

Cool laughed and they talked about old times for over an hour.

"Is the boathouse empty?" Dennis asked

"It's yours," Cool said. "How long you here for?"

"I think I'm home for good, Brother," Denny said, hoarsely. "I've been missing y'all. And with Marie gone, it gets mighty lonely on that bus by myself."

"Shit, Cowboy," Cool rang in, "you can get all the trim you want out there on the road."

"It ain't the same, Brother," Dennis claimed. "If you aren't traveling with somebody you know, it's cold and hard. You've never been there and don't know what I'm talking about."

"And I ain't a ever gonna find out neither!" Cool confirmed. "Besides, I thought maybe we could put something together and play around here some. The country bars and fraternal clubs are always looking for a band on the weekends. Who knows, we might even catch us a little poon-tang on the side."

"You never give up, do you?" Denny chuckled.

"Not where women are concerned," Cool confirmed.

"How's Debbie?" Dennis asked.

"Wait 'til you see her," Cool said. "She's been working out and looks like a million bucks. And she's just as hot as ever. Steve is designing a big building for one of the theme parks, now." 

"This private, or can anybody play?" Rita's voice drifted into the conversation.

Dennis jumped up and swept Rita into his arms. She covered his mouth with hers and they kissed deeply. Cool rolled his eyes. She poured coffee for herself and joined them. The chat lasted for over an hour until Rita had to leave to run into Flagler on an errand. Dennis asked if he might put some equipment in the studio and he and Cool walked down to get Denny's van.

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Dennis unloaded and Cool went back upstairs. It was one o'clock and Cool heard loud voices in the front of the house. He wandered to the foyer and saw the front door standing wide open. He looked out and there on the driveway was Lisa Holiday's Lincoln with Bobby Sue and Camille dancing around Caroline and Dianne. Cool rushed out and swept his oldest sister into his arms and hugged her.

Now seventy-six, Dianne was showing the wear and tear of the life she had led. But she was still a looker. Her Honey blond hair had faded to a stunning silver and her body was as trim as when she was forty. She always dressed to kill and today was no exception. They kissed and squeezed each other. Cool looked over her shoulder and saw Caroline standing there.

Caroline had been in New York, helping Dianne get ready to sell her business and move back to Florida, for four months. In that short time, Dianne had transformed her into a ravishingly beautiful young woman. Her light honey brown skin was flawless. Her dark hair was impeccably coiffed and she exuded an air of absolute confidence. Dianne had undoubtedly had a hand in her exotic makeup and provocative clothes because she immediately caused a stirring in Cool's britches. He released his grip on his sister and stepped over to greet his first child.

Her pale gray top and long pants missed coming together by about six inches across the midriff. Her supple figure was accentuated by the skintight fit of her outfit. A bright diamond stud twinkled in her exposed naval. She extended her hands, which Cool captured with his. Drawing Caroline into his embrace, the svelte woman-child melted into his arms. Staring directly into his eyes, she drew her face up to his and covered his mouth with hers in a smoldering kiss of pure animal lust. Cool grew instantly erect.

"Hi, Daddy," Caroline whispered into his mouth. "Did you miss me?"

"Damn, Girl," he gasped. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

"I miss it, Daddy," she whispered again "I miss being with you."

"I miss you to, Princess," he breathed in her ear.

Camille eased between them and hugged her daughter. Cool quickly went into the house and helped himself to a shot of House of Lords, to steady his trembling body. Caroline had aroused him like no woman had in many years.

"What do you think of the girl?" Dianne asked from the doorway.

Cool turned and waved Dianne into the room. He fixed her a Rob Roy, which he remembered as her beverage of choice and joined her on the sofa.

"She's gorgeous," Cool replied.

"You're all she talks about," Dianne said. "She's in love with her daddy."

"She got fixed up like that for me?" Cool asked.

"She did," Dianne explained. "She's had a couple of piercings, Cool. She's worried you might not approve."

"I saw the belly button," Cool said. "Where else?"

"She has nipple studs and a ring in the hood over her clit," Dianne said. "It's all very chic. She is also an excellent lover of feminine flesh, if you know what I mean."

"So you're still active?" Cool asked.

"Not like I used to be," Dianne giggled. "Christ, I'm seventy-six years old, my ass is sagging and my tits are getting flatter every day. But I still love to fuck. How about you, Little Brother?"

"You know me, I'm always looking for something to occupy my time. Pussy's as good a pastime as anything," Cool laughed.

"Well, I'm looking forward to tonight. I need some hard meat," Dianne said, rising.

She reached her hand down and cupped Cool's cock and balls through his pants.

"I hope you'll take pity on an old woman and give her a little ride, for old times sake," Dianne said, gently kneading him.

Ho stood and kissed her, before she departed the room. She was still a vision. He liked the view from behind as she walked away.

Rita came in moments later. Cool stood up and pulled her into his arms and thanked her for arranging things for his dinner. Rita shushed him with a kiss.

"How do you like the way your kid looks," she asked.

"I got a hard dick when she kissed me," Cool replied.

"Word is she's in love with you," Rita said. "How you feel about that?"

"You all love me, and I love y'all. I don't feel any differently about her than I do you, except that she's my flesh and blood," Cool answered.

"She told me she was going to fuck you silly tonight," Rita giggled.

"I certainly hope so," Cool said. And waved to Rita as he headed out the door.

Cool went down to the studio and picked up his guitar and started to record a track. He fiddled with the music for a long while. Billy stuck his head in the room.

"Hi, Pop, you seen Caroline yet?" he asked. "She looks like a hooker."

"Bite your tongue, Junior." Cool chided. "She's expressing her independence."

Billy laughed and flipped the switch on the synthesizer. He reached across and flipped the speakers on and threw the playback on the tape his dad been recording. Billy's fingers moved across the keys with a practiced precision and the manufactured sound from the keyboard blended in with the guitar melody Cool had been playing. Cool jumped in with a soft guitar solo and Billy added a few chops of his own. Cool sat stunned.

"So, when were you going to tell me?" Cool asked.

"When the time was right," Billy said. "I guess it must be right."

"Who taught you?" Cool asked.

"You know who taught me," Billy replied.

Tears welled in Cools eyes. They played for a while when the door opened and Steve entered with his sax case in hand. He quickly pulled a reed from his shirt pocket and clamped it to his mouthpiece. Cool and Billy kicked off a few bars of an unknown instrumental melody and Steve sailed right into the fray. Cool called Dennis on the phone and he arrived moments later and joined them. They played until after six in the afternoon.

"Find us a drummer," Dennis said. "And I'll take you on the road."

"I done told you about the road." Cool warned. "Besides, there's a pile of pussy that we gotta take care of here tonight. Are you boys all ready?"

Everybody was in agreement regarding the pussy issue and they broke up the jam to go and get ready for the big event.

Life is very good at Islands Estates!



Life Goes On Ch. 05



Cool sat next to the mixer board as Billy walked toward his room.

"What should I wear?" Billy asked.

"What are you in the mood for?" Cool asked him back.

Billy was quiet for a few seconds, thinking how he would answer.

"I think Grandma wants to spank me," he answered softly.

Raising an eyebrow, Cool said, "Wear leather or latex. That'll set the mood for the rest of the girls too."

Cool winked at Billy, and the boy was gone.

'So, the kid has his grandfather's genes,' Cool mused as he trudged up the stairs to get ready for dinner.

Passing through the kitchen, he smelled the odor of beef cooking. Rita, Ming and Camille were wonderful cooks and kept him well fed. He decided that he would have to quit being such a pain in the neck and start appreciating his women again. Good idea!

There was no evidence of any of the inhabitants of the house to be found. Cool wondered where everybody was. But he dismissed the thought and went to find his costume for the evening. He searched his closet for a pair of baggy silk pantaloons. He was in the mood for some slinky lovin' so the black pants would do nicely. And the red silk vest would suffice until after dinner.

He showered, shaved, brushed this long brown hair, and dressed. He went to the den for a short Scotch. Dennis was standing at the bar with Gerald sucking on a cold beer. Both were suitably attired for the event.

"M'Lord," Dennis stated, extending his hand with a tall glass filled with ice, bathing in House of Lords.

"You are indeed a friend," Cool announced, as he toasted his friends.

"We haven't done this in a lot of years," Gerald said, pulling on his beer.

"Too long," Cool agreed. "And I apologize to y'all for that."

Steve and Billy made their entrance into the den and settled in chairs in the center of the room. Billy wore black leather with studs, and Steve wore a short silken smoking jacket.

"You realize that we are seriously out numbered tonight, don't you?" Billy asked.

"Life is good," Dennis said.

"Twelve to five is pretty good odds," Cool inserted.

"Geez, twelve of them and five of us? How good can it get?" Steve popped up.

Laughter filled the room. Cool felt all the anguish of the last couple of years of his life slipping away and the old feelings of family fun returning.

The intercom buzzed and Ming announced that dinner would be served in five minutes. Cool made a dash down to the video room and activated the video cameras in the dining room and set the ones in The War Room to standby. He charged back up the stairs and entered the dining room just as the ladies made their entrance.

As the dozen exotically dressed beauties entered the room, it became charged with sexual electricity. Each of the women had painstakingly dressed her self to exude sensuality. Hair had been carefully styled, makeup had been applied with precision, a multitude of exotic perfumes permeated the air and the variety of sexy lingerie was intoxicating. Five male cocks began to stir in unison.

Champagne filled glasses sat at each place and the platters heaped with food covered the table. Cool stood at the head of the table and raised his glass.

The others followed as he said, "Let the games begin."

"Here, Here," sixteen voices responded.

With that, the meal began. Dianne wearing a yellow peignoir, her favorite color, sat on the opposite end of the table from Cool. She looked up the table at her brother and winked. He ran his tongue around his lips. Rita and Camille sat on either side of Cool wearing bra and panty sets with garters and hose, Rita in black, Camille in white. Caroline wore a nearly non-existent leopard fur thong with a gold chain around her waist and golden nylons and spiked heels. Bobby Sue was in a red baby doll with fake fur around the hem.

Sandra had chosen leather and chains, as had Susan. Debbie had a fluffy blue feather boa wrapped around her body and apparently nothing else except clear plastic high lifter shoes. Helen and Karen had dressed as twins again, in flowing white caftans. Lisa had a cute leather chastity belt with a golden lock dangling on the front. Her posterior was completely exposed, go figure. Ming wore a semi-transparent sarong wrapped around her nubile Oriental body.

Cool announced that all was in order and the feast began.

Lisa, seated next to Dennis, glanced into his lap and saw his cock sticking up between the folds of his smoking jacket. She let her hand ease off the table and creep across his leg, and wrapped her fingers around his long slender lance. Dennis looked at her hand and then at her face. The smile she wore told him all he wanted to know. She would be his first conquest of the joust. As the platters were passed, and the food consumed, the talk around the table became much more sexually oriented. Comments were being made regarding stiff peckers under the table and how wet various pussies had become during the past few minutes. The younger members of the party, although slightly embarrassed at first, soon became embroiled in the bawdy banter.

Caroline's areola had become enlarged and her nipples were very hard, accentuating the bright golden studs, which passed through each perky nub. Dianne and Sandra were making goo-goo eyes at each other while Billy Joe had set his sights on Susan. Rita and Ming were fondling each other under the table. Camille had her hand on Caroline's leg, but Caroline was keeping a lustful eye cast on her father.

Cool just sat back, enjoying the meal and watching over his flock with the eye of an eagle. Debbie stared blatantly at Gerald, and he at her. The whole room reeked of sex. Cool was a happy person.

Ming disappeared beneath the table, pressing her face between Rita's widespread thighs. Rita threw her head back and groaned as the Chinese girl attacked her rigid clit.

"First orgasm of the night goes to Rita," Camille cried, and everyone clapped and cheered.

Rita extracted herself from Ming and stood back from the table, reaching for Ming's hand. Pulling her to her feet, Rita led Ming from the room, escaping to The War Room. Whereupon, Rita lays Ming back on one of the loungers and proceeds to return the tongue-lashing she'd received at the table. Ming had no objections.

Gradually The War Room filled with the other participants. Dennis quickly began fucking Lisa's tight ass hole, causing her to start moaning loudly. Camille went around the room, lighting as many candles as she could find. Soon the room was filled with an eerie flickering glow that made the scene absolutely carnal.

Susan pushed Billy Joe over the leather horse and held him while Dianne tied his wrists and ankles below. His leather chaps parted, exposing his hard buns to the two women. Dianne selected a soft leather paddle from the side cabinet and handed it to Susan. Cool watched as Dennis' mother firmly smacked his son on the backside. Each time she wielded the paddle, a loud crack filled the room and he hissed through his teeth. Billy was indeed enjoying himself. Dianne stood in front of Billy and ground her aging pussy into his upturned face and urged Susan to show him the true pathway to bliss.

After a dozen or more resounding swats on the butt, Susan ordered him released. Billy turned to Dianne and pushed her over the horse. Susan knelt behind Dianne and licked at her ass hole, lubricating it with her saliva. She pulled Billy by his stiff cock and positioned him at Dianne's wet pucker. Billy pushed his thick meat deep into Dianne bringing moans of pleasure from his aging aunt. When he could hold out no longer, he pulled from Dianne's clutching hole and blasted his milky offering across Susan's upturned face, coating her with his hot cum.

Gerald stood against one of the pillars to one side of the room with Debbie on her knees impaling herself on his beefy prick. Helen, Karen and Sandra had formed a small daisy chain on the big bed against the far wall.

Caroline stood seductively watching her father. Cool had his eyes locked on hers. A faint smile painted her lips. Tall Cool had an enormous erection. His lust for his daughter traveled across the distance separating them and pulled her slowly to him. Their lips met and their tongues wrestled. He held her like a fragile flower. The heat between them soared. Breaking the kiss, she dropped slowly to her knees and took him deep into her mouth.

Rita and Camille watched as father and daughter, consumed with passion, engaged in the human mating ritual. He pulled her up and carried her to a lounger, delving into her warm center with his lips and tongue. Caroline came alive with sensation. Her cries of passion filled the room. Soon all eyes in the room turned to the two writhing bodies on the lounger. All other activity in the room ceased as Cool slowly slipped his raging member through the soft nether lips of his lust-filled offspring. He began the motion most common to the act they were performing. He on top, filling her with his manhood, she on the bottom accepting the fate intended for the female.

His moans of pleasure and her cries of passion filled the room until suddenly they erupted together in a crescendo of smoldering love. Cool filled her with his seed. She clung to him, wrapping herself around him, pulling him to even greater depths. They stayed coupled long after the seed had been planted.

The others in the room were supercharged after the passionate scene they had just witnessed. Debbie rode Gerald like a stallion. Steve joined Helen and Karen and soon they were spewing copious streams of woman cum across his face and upper body. Dennis attached himself to his mother and entered her from behind, while she lavished in Bobby Sue's hot cunt.

The sordid activities continued far into the wee hours of the following morning. Partners were switched, men with women, women with women, more than one woman to a man. Sometimes even two men with one woman. Until they grew tired and drifted off to other parts of the house to sleep together, returning later to find pleasure with someone else.

After Cool made love to Caroline, he thrilled Camille with his affection, and then Rita. Caroline stayed very close to them, taking no other man into her body that night. When Cool exhausted himself, Camille, Caroline and he went to sleep together on the big bed. Rita joined them later lying at their feet across the bottom. 

Bobby Sue ran the big Jacuzzi tub full of hot water and was just about to immerse herself in it when Dennis entered the bathing area. Dianne followed him into the bathroom and dropped before him on the tile floor. Turning her face up to him, he held his long cock in both hands and let a thin stream of urine flow out onto her cheeks. Dianne wallowed in the yellow liquid as the stream increased to a torrent, flowing off her face and bathing her sagging boobs. Bobby Sue watched in wonderment as Dennis emptied his bladder on her aunt's face. She didn't understand what the excitement was but she picked up on the thrill that Dianne was obviously getting out of it. 

Sliding into the hot water and turning on the jets, Bobby Sue leaned back and massaged her sensitive clit with her fingers. How she loved to manipulate her own little button, drawing herself into a sensuous series of self induced orgasms. Debbie watched her from above and after Bobby opened her eyes, Debbie joined her in the hot water. The older blond woman reached between the younger girls legs and inserted her fingers deep into her wanton pussy. Bobby Sue erupted immediately. They played in the tub for a long time, each bringing the other to more than one satisfying climax. Then they sat in the water wrapped in each other's arms and dozed.

Karen decided that Steve was her cup of tea and invited him to join her at her mother's house for the remainder of the night. He eagerly accepted and they departed.

The others either paired up and left, or simply grew tired from the exertion. As they drifted away to rest, The War Room grew quiet. The sounds of Tall Cool's snoring and the heavy breathing of the women in his bed were all that could be heard. The candles burned down and winked out, leaving the room cast in darkness. 

Tall Cool Virgil Ellis Jr. had levered himself out of his depression. The War Room had seen another great battle. And the inhabitants of Islands Estates were at rest. Tomorrow would be another day.

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As the sun crept out of the Atlantic, casting long shadows of the tall pine trees across the wide green lawn in front of Islands Estates, Tall Cool stood on the front steps. Still naked from the night before, he let the horizontal rays of the dawning sun warm his body. He felt an inner peace, knowing that he had overcome the pain he had been suffering from the deaths of the special people in his family. Now he could go on to enjoy that which he loved so much.

Rita stepped up to his side and took his hand. He reached around her and held her to his side.

"You're some piece of work, Virgil," she said, softly.

Cool chuckled. It was so seldom that his given name was spoken that it seemed strange.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I was just enjoying the sunrise," he answered. "I remember when the kids were little. We used to walk along the river and watch the sun rise and set. Or we'd go over to the beach and walk in the sand. I miss that."

"You're such an old softy," she said, hugging him tightly.

He turned and kissed her tenderly. There was a lot of love on the estate.

Voices drifted from inside the house. Cool and Rita went inside and found Dianne and Billy sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and giggling. Rita poured coffee for herself and Cool.

"That was quite a party," Dianne said.

"It was indeed," Cool agreed.

"What's so funny?" Rita asked.

"Billy was just telling me how incredibly turned on he got when Susan and I paddled him last night," Dianne said. "He also thinks my ass hole was made for fucking."

"Imagine that," Cool replied. "Me thinks the boy takes after his grandfather."

"Honey," Rita chirped, "the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree."

"I think he likes more mature women, too," Dianne observed.

Billy was glowing bright red from embarrassment. His dad, mother and aunt were sitting, having coffee, and discussing his sexual preferences. They were also quite naked. He also had a big boner under the table.

Dianne was aware of his obvious discomfort and in an effort to make him feel less an object of discussion said, "C'mon, big guy. Let your Aunty Dianne give you a morning eye opener so that big hard dick won't be in the way all day."

Dianne pushed Billy's chair around and dropped to her knees in front him. She held his thick cock in her hands and softly blew her warm breath on the blood-engorged head. A milky droplet oozed from his slit, which she carefully spread over him with her thumb, leaving him shiny with his own juice. Her mouth closed over him, drawing him in. Her head bobbed slowly up and down. Billy's head lolled back and he closed his eyes to the sensations.

Rita and Cool watched as Dianne expertly sucked on Billy's cock until he delivered his offering into her hungry throat. Cool's dick had risen to its full length as he witnessed the erotic sight of his sister and his son.

Rising from the floor after consuming Billy's hot cum, Dianne looked at Cool's stiff prick and stretched herself over the table, offering her bottom to him.

"Fuck your old sister's ass, Little Brother," Dianne commanded.

Rita smiled and nodded at him, winking. Cool stood from his chair and entered her from behind. Dianne's rosebud hole had seen many cocks in her seventy-six years, so Cool slid in with very little resistance. He pushed his cock forward 'til his hairy bush was plastered flat against her cheeks.

"Now fuck me!" Dianne begged.

Cool rammed his hard meat into her repeatedly, crushing her soft titties against the smooth tabletop. Each time they came together, his balls swung between her legs and slapped her on her exposed clit. Dianne grunted her approval with each resounding insertion, cumming quickly and frequently, waiting for Cool to empty his balls deep in her bowels. When he came, he grabbed a double handful of her silver hair and rammed his dick as far into her as was physically possible, blowing a fierce load of semen deep within her.

As he withdrew, Rita pulled him to her and covered his softening cock with her lips, licking and cleaning him with her mouth. Weak, Cool had to sit. Dianne remained bent over the table. Unable to resist, Rita closed her mouth over Dianne's gaping hole and licked her husbands spent cum from his sister's behind. Billy sat with his mouth slack. His family was indeed into some kinky sexual practices and he was right in the middle of it. His cock was hard again.

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When Caroline awoke, she was cuddled in her mother's arms. She felt peaceful and relaxed. She felt an inner peace that she had never known before. As she stirred, Camille opened her eyes and looked into her daughter's.

"Good morning, My Sweet Baby." Camille whispered.

"Morning, Mama," Caroline replied.

"Sleep well?" Camille inquired.

"Yes, Mama," Caroline answered, snuggling closer to her mother. "I miss you guys."

"We miss you too, Baby," Camille soothed.

"I'll be glad when Aunt Dianne and I come back here to stay," Caroline said.

"Me too, Sweetheart," Camille said. "Let's get up and get some coffee."

Camille and Caroline went to the kitchen, finding Rita with her face pushed into Dianne's well-fucked bottom. Caroline giggled when she saw what was happening. Camille rolled her eyes and gazed at Billy Joe's erection.

"Didn't get enough last night?" Camille asked Billy.

"Shit," Billy breathed, and attempted to get up from his chair.

Camille approached him, turning around, lowered her clean-shaven pussy down and guided his hard cock into her hole. Billy gasped as Camille began to fuck herself on him.

Caroline looked at Cool and smiled. Cool met her gaze. A feeling came over them that was almost religious. Something had happened between them that neither of them was aware of.

Rita turned her attention from Dianne to see Camille frantically humping on Billy's prick.

"Once it starts, it just goes on and on," Rita claimed.

As Rita stood, Caroline came to her and hugged her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Boys will be boys," Caroline stated, sending a flutter of laughter around the kitchen.

"This place smells like sex," Cool said.

Picking up his cup, Cool made his way out of the room and headed for the shower.

Moments later, Billy erupted into Camille sending a flood of man cream deep up in her pussy. Satisfied for the time being, Camille excused herself and departed. Billy followed leaving Rita and Caroline in the room alone.

"There's a spell on this place," Caroline said.

"Yes, Child, there seems to be," Rita agreed and poured another cup of coffee.

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Lisa flew Dianne and Caroline back to New York to complete the business in the Big Apple. Things returned to a normal state of arousal on the estate. Cool had resumed his vigil over those entrusted to his care, making the rounds to visit. He spent a lot of time on the river in the big yacht. Rita, Camille and Ming were his trusted crew and went with him whenever he had a notion to sail. Often they would remain out on the Atlantic for many days at a time, or simply cruise up or down the river and anchor out.

Life at Islands Estates was good again. In the days ahead, things were about to happen that would bring more happiness to them all.



Life Goes On Ch. 05



"Are you sure Patrick can't hurt me anymore?" Olivia asked as she and Lucas drove home from the hospital. It'd been four days since Callia had been born and after spending virtually three days in the NICU, Olivia had been given her walking papers and told not to come back to the hospital until she had rested for at least twenty four hours.

"He's in jail Liv and jail isn't kind to rapists," Lucas promised her, thinking back to the conversation he had had with Patrick the day before, and for once, he was glad the camera hadn't been on and Patrick was cocky enough to meet without his lawyer.

Lucas enjoyed watching the smug smirk disappear on Patrick's face and Lucas made his point. "There's no point in pleading not guilty, even with you recanting your confession, we have enough evidence against you between your semen and the movie you made. Not to mention that if you plead anything other than guilty, I will let all the other inmates know that you are being charged with rape. They just love rapists," Lucas told Patrick.

"That's illegal," Patrick growled.

"So is kidnapping and rape!" Lucas took a deep breathe to get his anger under control. "Who will believe you over me?" he asked.

"The tape will tell," Patrick pointed out. Lucas grinned and chuckled. "What's so funny?" Patrick demanded to know.

"This little conversation isn't being recorded," Lucas answered. "You hurt my fiancee and nearly caused the death of my daughter. You won't hurt Olivia again," Lucas promised. 

"She's a fucking whore!" Patrick shouted as Lucas headed for the door. Somehow, Blythe got into the room before Lucas did something he'd regret.

"Luke?" Olivia asked, pulling Lucas out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, glancing at her.

"I was just wondering if the house was still damaged," Olivia murmured. 

Lucas reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. "No Livvy, the damage to the house has been fixed," Lucas promised as he pulled into the driveway. Lucas helped Olivia out of the car and kept his hand on the small of her back, guiding her up the drive way and into the house. "What's the matter?" Lucas murmured when Olivia paused in the doorway and leaned back against him.

"I can't go in there. All I see is him breaking the door down and coming for me," Olivia whispered, her voice was shaking, and she was bordering on tears. 

"Livvy baby, it's okay," Lucas soothed, pulling her close. He held in the sigh that wanted to escape when Olivia tensed against him; he knew it had nothing to do with him, but about the trauma she had just endured.

"I'm sorry," Olivia murmured. Lucas slid in front of her and held out his hand.

"I'll go in first, and I'll show you that it's safe," Lucas told her. Olivia hesitated, but the pain on Lucas' face made up her mind and she took his hand and allowed him to lead her through the house. He'd made improvements; Olivia could see the new, updated alarm system and was delighted to see the new island in the kitchen.

"Luke, how did you afford all of this?" Olivia wanted to know, her eyes wide.

"Your dad and Kelsey paid for it as a wedding gift," Lucas answered, leaned against the doorway of the kitchen while he watched Olivia walk around, touching each and every new item in the kitchen; the kitchen that was now designed and filled with things that Olivia had once said she wanted in her dream kitchen. 

"How did you get this done so fast?" Olivia whispered.

"The guys on the force took turns working with some contractors and getting everything done," Lucas answered. He grinned as she threw her arms around him and hugged him close. "There's more love," Lucas added. Olivia pulled away and allowed Lucas to lead her upstairs to the bedrooms. "Close your eyes," Lucas instructed softly. Once Olivia closed her eyes, he opened the door and led her inside, flipped on the light. "Okay, open them," he told her. Olivia opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. 

"Luke," she whispered, her eyes round and full of tears.

"I remember you said you wanted a sage green for the walls and I found the magazine with all of the furniture you wanted. Is everything okay? If you don't like it, we can change it," Lucas said in a rush. He was unprepared but pleased when she launched herself at him, wrapped his arms around her, careful not to squeeze too tightly.

"It's perfect Luke, absolutely perfect! I can't wait to bring her home," Olivia told him, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Lucas smiled, relieved and kissed her gently. 

"I love you Livvy, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy and keep you safe. I know I failed to keep you safe once, but it won't happen again," Lucas promised.

"You did what you could Luke," Olivia reminded him.

"It wasn't enough," Lucas said, his voice had a stubborn edge to it and Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Luke, I'm safe and Callia is going to be okay. Please, don't beat yourself up over this," Olivia pleaded. Lucas stared down at her and nodded.

"I love you Liv," Lucas said again. Olivia smiled and allowed him to kiss her again, tried to keep her body from tensing as she felt him hard against her. Lucas pulled away and swore under his breathe. "I'm sorry Liv, that's the last thing you need right now," he grumbled, turned to walk out of the room.

"Luke, wait," Olivia said. Lucas stopped and turned around. "What are you sorry for?" she wanted to know. "Loving me or wanting me?" Lucas sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

"I'm not sorry for either, I'm sorry for not being able to keep control of my body. You just went through a horrible ordeal and then on top of that, child birth. I have no right to ..." he trailed off as Olivia took two steps towards him and kissed him softly.

"I love you Luke. I'm going to be okay, just give me time but don't feel guilty about wanting me. Please," Olivia whispered. Lucas nodded gave a wan smile and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Why don't you go take a warm bath and I'll make some dinner," Lucas suggested after a moment.

"Sounds good," Olivia agreed, relived when Lucas walked downstairs, leaving her to her thoughts.

"Livvy, you okay in there?" Lucas called from the bedroom. Olivia's eyes snapped open and she looked around. "Liv?" Lucas asked, opening the door as Olivia stood up and reached for a towel. Lucas sighed angrily at the sight of the bruises and abrasions on Olivia's body. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes," Lucas said before turning and walking out of the bathroom, his thoughts going to places he knew they shouldn't. He really wished Patrick had put up a struggle so he would have had an excuse for killing the poor excuse for a man.

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"Olivia, how are you?" Olivia looked up from the book she was looking at to see Suzie Lee standing in front of her.

"I'm doing better, thanks," Olivia said with a small smile. 

"How's Callia?" Suzie wanted to know.

"Getting stronger and bigger every day. The doctors think we'll be able to take her home soon," Olivia answered. Suzie beamed at her.

"That's great Liv! How are you and Luke doing?" Suzie asked cautiously. 

"He told you," Olivia said, her face flushing.

"Yes," Suzie confirmed.

"I don't know what to do now," Olivia whispered, her eyes filled with tears.

"Why don't we go have some lunch and talk?" Suzie suggested. "My place isn't far from here," she added. Olivia nodded, put the book back on the shelf and followed her friend out to the parking lot.

"What's going on Liv?" Suzie asked when they had settled down with mugs of soup, grilled cheese sandwiches and hot cocoa.

"It's so complicated Suzie, I just don't know what to do," Olivia said with a sigh, dipping her sandwich into her tomato soup.

"He wanted sex," Suzie murmured.

"Yes, he did. I don't blame him, it's been months," Olivia sighed.

"You were raped Liv, Luke knows it can take some time to heal," Suzie reminded her friend.

"I've been given the okay," Olivia said.

"You've healed physically, but not emotionally. Have you talked to someone?" Suzie wanted to know.

"My mom, but she doesn't know what I'm going through," Olivia answered. "Nobody does," she added.

"I do," Suzie said. Olivia looked up at her friend in surprise. "It was my freshman year at college and some friends of mine talked me into rushing a sorority. Our sorority was tight with a fraternity that lived in the house next to ours. The pledges were given a "big brother" from the fraternity in addition to our big sister from the sorority. We pledges were required to do anything the brother required. Mine had just broken up with his girlfriend and wanted a fuck buddy. It didn't matter that I was a virgin and didn't want to have sex, he forced me to. After awhile, I became used to it, and stopped resisting him, stopped fighting. That doesn't mean it wasn't still rape, it just meant I had given up." Suzie stopped to compose herself, even after all those years, it was still hard for her to talk about. "He hated using protection and my parents refused the idea of birth control, I wasn't supposed to date and he had won them over by treating me like a kid sister while they were visiting, said he wouldn't let anyone near me. Towards the end of the semester, I had started to feel sick and dizzy and then I missed two periods in a row," Suzie stopped again, set her mug of soup down.

"You were pregnant," Olivia whispered. Suzie nodded.

"I told Derek, who thankfully, had stopped forcing me, and actually had started dating me much to my parents dismay."

"Suzie, I ... what happened?" Olivia couldn't stop herself from asking.

"Derek offered to marry me, insisted on it actually. Of course, once my parents found out about the baby, they agreed. It never occurred to me to tell them he'd been raping me for months. He never really treated me badly, he never hurt me and he tried to be gentle, I just didn't want to," Suzie said. She took a sip of her cocoa, burnt her tongue on it. "A few weeks before the wedding, I had already started to show, and we were to meet his parents for dinner, they'd been told about the wedding, but not the baby and they were adamant that they know exactly why he decided to marry a girl that he hardly knew. Dinner went badly and Derek got as drunk as a skunk. He never realized he drove into the other lane and into the cement wall until he woke up in the hospital." Suzie could see the question in Olivia's eyes. "Both Derek and I survived, the baby did not," she said.

"Suzie, I'm sorry," Olivia didn't know what else to say. Suzie gave a pained smile.

"It was hard on both of us, we'd both come to want the baby, but we both knew it was for the best and Derek told the police about what had been going on between his fraternity and my sorority. Both of the chapters were disbanded but I refused to press charges against Derek; it turns out that his big had been pressuring him to rape me, Derek had been a virgin too," Suzie said, wiping a stray tear away.

"What happened to Derek?" Olivia asked. A knock at the door halted the conversation, Suzie got up to answer it and returned to the living room a minute later.

"Olivia, I'd like you to meet Derek Peterson," Suzie introduced. Olivia shifted nervously in her chair. "He won't hurt you," Suzie promised.

"Does Blythe know you're still talking to him?" Olivia asked cautiously.

"Yes and he wasn't thrilled about it," Suzie said with a small laugh. "Ultimately, Derek and I were both victims of someone's sick game. Derek and I got help and together, we council rape victims," Suzie added.

"I thought we'd find you here," Blythe said from the doorway, Lucas behind him, a look of relief on his face.

"You planned this," Olivia realized.

"You both needed to talk, so yes, we planned this," Blythe answered. Olivia could tell from the look on Lucas' face that the conversation hadn't been easy for him either. "How are you Derek?" Blythe wanted to know.

"I'm doing pretty good. I think I finally met the one," Derek answered with a grin. Suzie smiled and kissed Derek on the cheek.

"You deserve a chance at happiness too," she told him. Blythe nodded and motioned for Lucas and Derek to sit down.

"Why is Derek here exactly?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Because this is what we do. When Blythe or Suzie come across a rape victim through work, or in this case, through a friend, the three of us sit down with the people affected to help them through it," Derek answered.

"I ..."

"I'm good at what I do Olivia. I'm licensed and I know what you and Lucas went through and are still going through. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret the decisions I made with Suzie, even if ultimately, we're both better off now then we were then," Derek told her. 

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"Olivia, are you okay?" Lucas asked when they walked into the house? Olivia nodded as she watched Lucas lock the front door and set the alarm.

"I'm just tired," she murmured.

"I'm sorry if you felt you were ambushed. I didn't know Suzie was going to have Blythe talk to me or have Derek talk to both of us. I just wanted you to be able to talk," Lucas told her. Olivia turned to him and smiled.

"I'm glad you did. I needed to talk about it, it wasn't healthy keeping it in," Olivia said. Lucas smiled at her as she turned towards him and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you Luke," she whispered.

"I love you too," Lucas said, his voice deep with emotion. Lucas held her close before scooping her up and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom and setting her gently on their bed..

"Luke, I don't know if I can," Olivia began.

"If it's too much, let me know, okay? If you need me to stop, I'll stop," Lucas promised. Olivia smiled weakly and shivered as Lucas tugged at the zipper on the back of her dress allowing it to slide down her body, he left the nursing bra and panties on. "I love you Livvy and I won't ever hurt you," Lucas told her before kissing her hard but tenderly. Olivia whimpered as Lucas gently pulled the sundress down off of her and placed it neatly on top of the dresser. "Turn over love," Lucas instructed. Olivia hesitated then turned over and lay on her stomach, moaned when she felt his now lotion covered hands work on the knots in her shoulder. "Relax Livvy, it's just me," Lucas promised. By the time Lucas was finished with the massage, Olivia felt as if her body had turned to jello and offered no resistance when Lucas turned her over, unhooked the bra and slid it down her arms. Olivia shivered when Lucas' hot mouth covered a milk filled breast and suckled it gently. 

"Luke," Olivia moaned, arching her back as he turned his attention to the other rock hard nipple. She gasped in a breath as he slid his lips down her ribs to her now flat abdomen, held her breath as he paid attention to each fading bruise "Oh God Luke!" Olivia cried out as he peeled back her panties, slid them down her leg and licked at her clit softly. Lucas smiled and slid his fingers in carefully. Olivia's hips lifted off the bed towards Lucas' face as his tongue and his fingers drove her crazy. Lucas sped up the pace and smiled against the softness of the skin of her pussy as she cried out loudly as she came. Lucas moved his way back up Olivia's body and kissed her lovingly on the forehead before pulling away from her. 

"Are you okay?" Lucas asked. 

"I'm better than okay," Olivia said softly. "What about you?" she asked, knowing he was incredibly hard.

"I'll be okay Liv, that was for you," Lucas told her.

"That isn't fair," Olivia protested.

"Livvy, I don't want to push you into anything you aren't ready for," Lucas said, even though he longed to make love with her.

"We can try," Olivia offered. Lucas stared at her for a moment.

"Are you sure? I may not be able to stop," Lucas warned.

"Love me Luke, please," Olivia said after a minute's hesitation. Lucas groaned and quickly pulled his pants and boxers down his legs and rejoined her on the bed.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Lucas asked.

"Please Luke," Olivia breathed, unable to take her eyes off of him. Lucas kissed her as he positioned himself over her and pushed gently into her. Olivia stiffened against him, her eyes snapped shut as memories came flooding back.

"Livvy, Olivia, look at me," Lucas commanded, his voice firm but gentle. Olivia opened her eyes and met his gaze. "It's me Livvy and I love you. If you can't do this, it's okay," Lucas told her, hoping to God that Olivia wouldn't ask him to stop, she was as tight as she'd been the first few times they'd been together and he could have stayed within her forever. When she didn't say no or push him away, Lucas pushed further into her, careful to keep his eyes locked on hers. Finally, Lucas was all the way inside her and he flexed his hips gently. Olivia gasped and screwed her eyes shut unable to keep the memories away. Tears trailed down her cheeks and Lucas forced himself to stop and pull out of her. "It's okay Livvy, let it out, it's okay," Lucas murmured, pulling her into a hug. 

"I'm sorry Luke," Olivia whispered, after she'd calmed down a little.

"Don't be sorry Livvy, it's okay. I still love you. You aren't ready, it's okay," Lucas soothed.

"I want to Luke, so badly, but I keep seeing and feeling him," Olivia's voice was shaky. 

"It's okay baby, don't worry about it," Lucas assured her. Olivia opened her mouth to say something, but Lucas kissed her gently. "Go get some rest, I'll make dinner soon," he told her, standing up and pulling his clothing back on.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good morning Perry," Olivia said as she walked into the NICU.

"Morning Olivia," the nurse said with a smile. "Callia's doing great today," he added.

"I really want to take her home," Olivia said wistfully.

"Maybe soon," Perry told her. Olivia smiled at that and walked over to her daughter's crib.

"Hi beautiful," Olivia crooned. Callia gurgled and waved her hands in the air making Olivia laugh.

"You can take her out," Perry called, not looking up from his paperwork. Olivia pulled the required gown over her clothes and lifted her small daughter out of the crib.

"Hey Luke, Olivia's on the phone, somethings up," Blythe told his friend.

"Livvy, what's wrong?" Lucas asked, grabbing the phone.

"Nothing's wrong Luke. I just spoke with Callia's doctor. We can bring her home!" Olivia exclaimed excitedly.

"When?" Lucas wanted to know.

"In an hour," Olivia answered.

"I'll be there," Lucas promised, hanging up the phone.

"What's going on?" Suzie asked.

"We're bringing Callia home," Lucas told his friends with a grin. Suzie gave her partner a hug and exchanged a grin with her husband.

"That's great Luke," Blythe said, clapping his friend on the shoulder and then laughed at the look of sudden panic on Lucas' face.

"What do I do?" Lucas asked. Suzie chuckled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"You go pick up Olivia and Callia at the hospital, you take them home and love them and take care of them," Blythe instructed.

"I can do that, but that isn't the only thing right?" Lucas asked.

"You'll figure it out." Lucas had to laugh at the look on Blythe's face, it was pure envy. "Bly, I need to talk to Suzie for a minute," Lucas said after a minute. Blythe nodded, patted Lucas on the shoulder again and walked away. Lucas and Suzie walked into an unoccupied office.

"What's going on Luke?" Suzie wanted to know.

"Livvy and I tried to make love last night," Lucas said. Suzie nodded knowingly.

"What happened?" Suzie asked softly.

"She was fine during foreplay, I gave her a massage and did everything I could to get her ready. I intended to stop, but she wanted to try and the minute I slid inside her, she tensed up and I could tell she wasn't okay with it," Lucas sighed.

"Did you stop?" Suzie asked cautiously.




Life Goes On Ch. 05



"Of course!" Lucas exclaimed.

"I just had to make sure. I know you're not like all the other guys out there Luke, but as a rape councilor ..."

"I get it Suzie, it's okay, I understand. I know I shouldn't feel hurt by it, but I do. It kills me that I can't make love to my fiancee without her imagining him raping her!" Lucas exclaimed, his emotions getting the better of him.

"It's nothing you did," Derek said from the doorway. Suzie and Lucas looked up to see Derek and Blythe standing there.

"I figured from the way you've been acting today that something had happened," Blythe said with a shrug.

"She sees you, Olivia knows it's you, but her subconscious is taking over. It's going to take some serious counseling," Derek added.

"How long will it take for Olivia to get past this?" Lucas wanted to know.

"There's no way of telling that. It's a start that she was okay with the massage and oral sex, and she will get better. Just don't lose your patience with her, if she feels like she did something wrong, she'll regress," Derek warned.

"I hate this. I hate that she's hurting and there's nothing that I can do," Lucas' voice was full of pain and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"There is something you can do." Lucas looked up at Derek in disbelief. "You can keep doing what you're doing; you can keep loving her and supporting her. You just need to give her time," Derek told him.

"Now, pull yourself together and go get Olivia and that beautiful little girl of yours," Blythe said gently, feeling for his friend. Lucas nodded, walked across the hall to the bathroom, washed his face and headed for the car.

Olivia looked up and grinned when she saw Lucas walking over to her. "Hey," she murmured, laughed when he pulled her into his arms and spun around with her. 

"When can we get her out of here?" Lucas wanted to know.

"They're getting her paperwork together as we speak. I already got her dressed," Olivia answered.

"I can't wait to have her in the house and we can get our lives back," Lucas said, excited despite his obvious nervousness.

"I love you," Olivia murmured, hugging him close.

"I love you too Livvy, more than you'll ever know," Lucas told her, kissed her softly. They pulled apart as a nurse walked into the hall way.

"The paperwork is ready now," she told them, holding the door open for them. Lucas and Olivia looked at each other, smiled and walked into the NICU hand in hand.

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Lucas knocked softly on the door to the nursery and smiled when he saw Olivia sitting in the rocking chair, Callia in her arms, sucking on a bottle, Mozart playing softly in the back ground. "Mom's here," Lucas said softly.

"We'll be down in a few minutes, she's almost done with her bottle," Olivia replied. Lucas nodded, crossed over and knelt down in front of the rocking chair. "What?" Olivia murmured.

"I've never seen a more beautiful sight as this," Lucas told Olivia. Olivia smiled at him, looked down at Callia, pulled the bottle out of her mouth and burped her. "I'll take her," Lucas said softly when Olivia pushed herself out of the chair. Olivia placed the baby into Lucas' arms and followed them both down the stairs.

"Hi Kelsey," Olivia said, giving her future mother a small smile.

"Hey Liv. I didn't want to intrude on your first night here, but I remember how hard it was when the kids were first born, so I wanted to make your life a little easier. I brought over a roast," Kelsey said with a soft smile.

"Thank you," Olivia murmured, glancing over at Lucas, her heart melting at the sight of him with their daughter.

"I was so excited when Luke called and said you were bringing her home," Kelsey said as she and Olivia started put the finishing touches on dinner.

"I'm nervous. I've been there with her in the NICU every day since she's been born, but there were nurses and doctors. What if I mess up?" Olivia asked, tearing lettuce for salad.

"Everyone messes up at some point Olivia, parenting isn't an exact science, all you can do is the best that you can. I'll be near by to help when you need it, you aren't alone," Kelsey answered. She studied Olivia carefully. "What else is bothering you?" Kelsey wanted to know.

"I can't have sex with Luke," Olivia admitted, blushing. "Every time we've tried, I keep seeing Pat in my head. I've tried not to, but I can't help it," she whispered.

"Olivia, it's okay." Kelsey put the carving knife down and gave Olivia a tight hug. "Luke will wait until you're ready, you just need to let him know. He won't rush you, and you shouldn't rush yourself either," Kelsey told her.

"I hate it. I want to be with him, I miss it and I'm sure Luke's getting fed up with it," Olivia sighed.

"No, I'm not. I hate that you feel that way, but I'll wait for you, forever if I have to," Lucas said from the doorway.

"Where's Callia?" Kelsey asked.

"Asleep in her pack and play in the living room," he answered. Kelsey nodded and slipped out of the kitchen. "Livvy, why didn't you tell me you were still feeling that way? I love you. I want to help you through this, but you have to let me. I'm going to wait for you, for as long as it takes. I don't care if you're never able to have sex again, I'm not going anywhere," Lucas told her. Olivia hiccuped as she burst into tears, Lucas pulled her into his arms and held her close. "It's okay Livvy, everything's going to be okay, I promise," he soothed. Lucas looked up as Kelsey appeared in the doorway.

"I'm leaving guys, call me if you need anything," Kelsey said softly. Lucas nodded and Kelsey turned and left the house.

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-Six Months Later-

"Livvy?" Lucas called, opening the door to the house. He frowned when he heard nothing, and fearing the worst, pulled his gun from the holster and began checking rooms for an intruder. Lucas breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Olivia asleep in their bed and locked the gun in the case before walking over to the bed, sat down carefully.

"When did you get home?" Olivia asked sleepily.

"A few minutes ago." Lucas' mouth went dry as Olivia sat up. "Is that new?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I got it this afternoon. Your mom and Sammy has Callia for the night," Olivia answered. "Do you like it?" she asked innocently. Lucas swallowed when he saw the full front of the garment; it was a lavender, sheer with lace around the top of the night gown and the bottom hem.

"You look stunning," Lucas answered. "What's the occasion?" he wanted to know. 

Olivia smiled. "Kiss me and find out," she whispered. Lucas groaned and kissed her hard, his hands slipped under the gown and cupped both of her breasts. "Luke," she murmured when he tore his lips from hers so they could catch their breath. 

"You're beautiful," Lucas said, nibbling on her neck. He looked surprised when Olivia pushed him away gently. "Am I moving too fast?" he wanted to know, groaned when Olivia's hands flew to the button of his jeans. Quickly, Lucas helped Olivia pull his clothes off of him and then helped her out of her night gown. "I love you," Lucas told her, his voice husky with desire. His eyes widened in surprise when Olivia smiled, kissed him then pushed him onto his back. "Olivia?" he asked. Olivia smiled again as she straddled him, his painfully hard cock pressed against the delicate flesh of her folds. "Livvy, are you sure?" Lucas asked, concern all over his face.

"Shut up," Olivia whispered, sliding her fingers down his chest. Lucas groaned as Olivia curled a hand around him, slid it up and down his shaft, closed his eyes as she lifted herself up, placed the pulsing head of his cock just inside the lips of her pussy and sank down on top of him, they both moaned with pleasure.

"Livvy," Lucas groaned as she sat with him deep within her, readjusting to his size.

"I love you Luke," Olivia murmured, her breath hitching when his hands slid back to her breasts and he tweaked a nipple.

"I love you too beautiful," Luke told her, sliding his hands to her waist. He let her control the the first few thrusts then he rolled over, pinning her beneath him and thrust into her hard and fast. Olivia moaned at the sensation of him sliding in and out of her, his thick bulbous head pounded against her g-spot, Olivia bucked against him, meeting him thrust for delicious thrust; Lucas bent his head and nibbled gently on a nipple. Olivia whimpered, closed her eyes. Lucas groaned and slid his hands under her hips as he pounded into her. Olivia threw her arms around his neck and screamed as her orgasm slammed into her, Lucas groaned loudly as his cum burst from his body and into hers. Lucas lowered himself carefully until his face was right next to Olivia's, his cock still buried deep within her, kissed her passionately before rolling off of her. "I love you Livvy," Lucas murmured, kissing her again. Olivia smiled softly and snuggled against him.

"I love you too Luke," Olivia said quietly, sleepily. Lucas smiled back and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

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"Are you ready?" Shawn asked, knocking on the door. Olivia turned and gave her father an excited smile.

"I'm ready," she answered. 

"I'm not," Sara said with a sigh.

"Mom, don't cry," Olivia pleaded.

"Yeah, you'll ruin your make up," Mackenzie added.

"You all look beautiful," Shawn told them. Olivia gave her father a tight hug. "Are you scared?" Shawn wanted to know.

"No, not at all," Olivia answered. 

"Sara, Shawn, they're ready to start," David said from the doorway. He looked at his soon to be sister and smiled. "You look great sis," he added. Olivia smiled back at him and watched her mother and sister leave the bride's room. 

Shawn turned back to Olivia, smiled at his oldest daughter who stood before him in an ivory satin wedding dress with pale blue lace trim. "You look absolutely beautiful," Shawn said, extending his arm to Olivia, who took it and allowed her father to lead her out of the bride's room to the sanctuary of the Shul where Lucas was waiting.

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Shawn stood up and tapped his wine glass. "I want to first and foremost thank you all for coming to see my daughter Olivia and Lucas exchange their vows today. As most of you know, it's been a difficult year for both of them. Olivia and Lucas were reunited while Olivia was hiding from an ex-boyfriend who was far from right for her. They fell in love and had this beautiful little girl who is asleep over here." Shawn gestured to Callia who was in Sara's arms, her head on her grandmother's shoulder. I'm pleased to say that everything has worked out and I have a new son that had better take care of Olivia or he'll have to deal with me," Shawn said, giving Lucas a menacing look that was neutralized by the smile on his face. Olivia laughed and glanced at her mother and daughter as Lucas slid his hand in hers. Shawn turned to Olivia. "I love you Olivia, I wish you all the happiness that your mother and I have had in our years together," Shawn said. Olivia smiled, stood up, crossed the distance to her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too daddy," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Livvy, are you okay?" Lucas asked, his eyes full of concern when Olivia returned from the bathroom, looking wan and pale.

"I'm fine," she said with a small smile.

"I have a wedding present for you," Lucas said once she had sat down.

"What's that?" Olivia asked, running her hands over his naked chest.

"I had another genetic marker test done." Olivia stopped, stared at him. "I just wanted to be sure of what they said in Newberry." Lucas took her hands in his. "I don't carry the gene for CF," Lucas told her. Olivia looked stunned for a moment then sighed in relief. 

"I have a wedding present for you too," Olivia murmured.

"I have all the presents I need right here," Lucas said with a wicked grin as he began pulling on the ties of her night gown. Olivia laughed and batted his hands away playfully. "What?" Lucas asked, a little surprised. Olivia smiled and whispered something in his ear. "Are you sure?" Lucas wanted to know. Olivia nodded and squealed when Lucas kissed her hard and lifted her into his lap. "I love you Livvy," he whispered, eased her to the bed and slid inside her. Their moans filled the air as they moved as one, thrusting hard and fast, hands teased and slid across naked flesh. 

-Years later-

"Cooper, damn it, come back here!" Blythe shouted. 

"I hate you!" Cooper shouted back as he ran further and faster away. He ran until he reached a small forested area, surprised to find a young girl sitting in a little hut. "What are you doing here?" Cooper wanted to know. 

Callia looked up at him. "Daddy built this little play house for me last year. What are you doing here?" Callia retorted.

"I'm hiding from my dad," Cooper admitted.

"Why?" Callia wanted to know.

"Because he's a tool," Cooper answered.

"He's a tool? Like a screwdriver or a hammer?" Callia asked, confused. Cooper laughed at that, forgetting that she was only seven, four years younger than he..

"You'll figure it out when you're older. C'mon, I'll walk you home, it's getting late," Cooper said. Callia said nothing and allowed Cooper to lead her out of the play house and back to the house.

I want to thank you for reading my stories and for the feedback, I really appreciate it. This is the end to Olivia and Lucas' story, however, I am writing Callia's. I'll update as often as I can.

Ashira



Life Goes On Ch. 06



Lisa delivered Dianne and Caroline safely back to New York and returned to St. Augustine. Dianne was deeply embroiled in negotiations with respect to the pending sale of Dianne's Exotic Creations of New York, her long time lingerie and marital aids business.

A conglomerate of her associates was making preparations for the purchase of the multi-million dollar firm. Time was now short and in just a few more weeks, Dianne and Caroline would be returning to Islands Estates to hang up their respective hats.

Since their return to New York Caroline had been feverishly packing Dianne's treasures into crates and boxes for the trip to Florida. It was a daunting task because Dianne had accumulated a mountain of rare and exotic items of interest in the nearly forty-five years she'd lived in the cavernous apartment on the top floor of her business.

Caroline had been having trouble keeping food down for the past couple of weeks. She felt particularly ill in the mornings.

"If I didn't know better, Kiddo," Dianne said, "I'd say you're knocked up."

"OH, MY GOD!" Caroline cried. "Dianne, I'm about three weeks late right now."

"Haven't you been taking your pills?" Dianne asked.

"Not since before we went to see daddy," Caroline wailed.

"I'll bet I know what," Dianne giggled.

Caroline dropped down into a big leather chair. She looked devastated.

"The only man I've been with, since I went off the pill, is daddy," she said, "in The War Room."

Dianne called for her housekeeper and sent her out to the pharmacy for a home pregnancy test kit. Forty-five minutes later, Caroline had her answer.

"Aunt Dianne," Caroline whimpered, "I'm pregnant with daddy's baby. What in the world am I going to do now?"

"I think it would make him very proud if you gave him a child," Dianne soothed. "I think he's even mentioned it to Rita and your mama."

"But," Caroline howled.

"Hush, Little One," Dianne soothed. "Your papa is a wonderful man and he'll help his little girl any way that he can. I think he's going to be most pleased. But let's keep this to ourselves until we get back there. He'll come flying up here and be under foot like puppies while we're trying to get packed."

"You are absolutely right," Caroline said, in a much better state of mind after talking to Dianne. "But don't you think I should tell mama?"

"You're right. We'll call her tonight," Dianne said.

The phone call to Camille lasted exactly seven minutes. Camille was elated with the news and promised to keep it under her hat, except for Rita, until they arrived in four weeks. Caroline felt much better and wondered what was in store for her next.

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The sale of her business completed, Dianne's belongings loaded onto six huge Allied Van Lines trucks, and the limo loaded with all the necessary goodies for the trip to Florida, Caroline and Dianne settled in the back of the long black Lincoln for the lengthily drive. Dianne's long time assistants/lovers, Cory and Craig, Rita's twin brothers, sat in the front of the car handling the driving chores.

Caroline, now three months into her pregnancy, had overcome most of her morning sickness but her svelte body had started to blossom with the growth of the fetus in her womb. She recalled over and over again in her mind, how she felt when she and Cool had made love that night in The War Room. She could almost say she had felt it happening. How she loved her daddy. She hoped that he wouldn't be too disappointed in her.

As the miles rolled by, Dianne casually removed her skirt and blouse and sat in only her sexy bra, panties and stockings. Caroline eventually followed suit and Dianne remarked on how you could see her tummy starting to swell. She hugged her precious niece close and gently stroked her hair. Caroline turned her face up to her aging aunt and they exchanged a wet open- mouthed kiss.

Dianne pushed Caroline back on the long seat and pulled her panties off, exposing her clean-shaven pussy. Dianne lapped lovingly on her bare pubes, teasing the golden ring that passed through the hood, which protected her clit. Dianne had often wanted to have her labia pierced but had never garnered the courage to have it done. Caroline had endured the pain and each time somebody moved the golden metal over her clit, it sent sparks shooting all the way to her brain.

Dianne was an artist in the art of female stimulation. She and Caroline had spent many hours together, embracing each other. Caroling had learned well from her aunt and had been praised by all of Dianne's most trusted confidants. Caroline was still a man's woman. She craved the feel of a thick hard cock skewering into her sweet pussy. She especially enjoyed sex with Cool. He just knew how to make you feel hot. But the tender touch of a woman's tongue sent thrills charging through her just the same.

After Dianne and Caroline had satisfied their urges, they slept for several hours before awaking to feel the car stopping for gas. Caroline quickly pulled on a pair of stretch pants and a sweatshirt, needing desperately to make a nature call. Upon her return from the rest room, she interrupted a beefy red-faced man with a menacing black pistol holding Craig against the fender of the car and demanding his wallet. Cory eased out the other side of the car and crept up behind the man with the gun.

Cory tapped the man on the back of his shoulder and in no longer than it takes to blink your eye, the man turned, Cory whirled raising his foot as he spun and struck the big man directly on the side of his head. Craig spun and just as quickly, stiff legged the man in the mid-section, sending him sprawling. The pistol skittered across the pavement and came to rest at Caroline's feet. As Caroline stooped to pick up the weapon, the gas station attendant stepped out of the station brandishing a baseball bat. He raised it to strike Cory from behind, but Craig had seen his advance and placed a well-aimed karate kick into the side of the second thug.

Caroline raised the pistol and fired once into the air. Both men froze, turned to look at her and were immediately leveled by Cory and Craig. Cory chopped the big man across the throat with the back edge of his hand. Craig pulled the left arm of the other man high up behind his back and when it made a loud popping noise, the man fell to the ground screaming like a banshee.

Cory grabbed the pistol from Caroline, quickly emptied the remaining shells out into his hand and threw the pistol in the trashcan next to the gas pumps. Craig hustled Caroline back into the limo and they left the tiny South Carolina town in a big hurry.


The rest of the journey back to Islands Estates was, thankfully, uneventful.

In the more than twenty years that the twins had been with Dianne, she had never seen them so aggressive. She and Caroline marveled at the quickness of the forty-nine year old men. They had handled a nasty situation with quick dispatch and saved the two women from certain peril. She vowed that she would show her gratitude for their loyalty to her and her niece.

It was just after midnight, when the long black limousine eased to a stop in front of the huge stone mansion, which the inhabitants of the car were now to call home. The twins piled out immediately and began the chore of unloading the mountain of suitcases and various other bags that had been tucked into the large car. Dianne and Caroline sat for a few moments to gather their thoughts, before Cory pulled the door open.

As Caroline stepped from the car, the great wooden doors to the stone house swung back and Tall Cool stepped out onto the stoop in his bare feet. Over the years, Cool had changed in appearance. He'd bulked up and hardened from the many hours he'd labored around the estate. At two hundred forty pounds, he cast a wide shadow when he walked in the sun along the river. His hair was long and full, although he'd given up the goatee. He stood with his hands perched on his hips and waited as Rita and Camille rushed around him to greet the weary travelers.

Dianne stood with Rita and Camille as Caroline approached her father. Cool stepped down to meet the lithe girl as she walked toward him. She wrapped her arms around her adoring father and sobbed into his chest. He held her close and stroked her smooth hair. He turned her toward the house and they went inside leaving the others standing on the drive.

They walked to the den and Cool closed the door. Caroline was still in tears as they sat on the big sofa.

"What's with all the waterworks?" Cool asked, soothing his distraught daughter.

"I've done something terribly wrong, Daddy!" Caroline sobbed.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" he urged.

"Promise you won't get mad?" she sniffled.

"Have you ever seen me mad in your life?" Cool asked.

"No, but I think this might be the time," she said.

"So?" he asked.

"I'm going to have a baby," she said, her bottom lip quivering. She waited for him to react.

"That happens sometimes," he said, knowing already in his heart what she was about to tell him. "But before you say anything else let me ask you a question."

"What?" she whispered.

"How do you feel about being a mother?" he asked softly.

"Oh," she said, brightening a bit, "I'm excited. I think I'll be a wonderful mother. Just look at my wonderful family."

Cool rolled his eyes and asked, "How far along are we?"

"A little over three months," she stated.

Cool thought for a split second and said with all the love he had in him, "So what will we call our baby when it arrives?"

"How did you know?" she gasped. "Did mama tell you?"

"I knew it when it happened, and so did you," Cool said.

Caroline crawled up and started kissing him all over his face. They held each other tightly.

"I love you, Daddy," she blubbered, in his ear.

"I love you too, Baby," he replied, "now lets open the door so all the eavesdroppers in the hallway can come in and fawn over you. 

Caroline jumped up and opened the door to find Rita, Camille, Dianne, and Ming standing outside the door.

Jubilation filled the room. The elder Ellis women huddled around Caroline as Cool and Ming retreated to the bar. Ming served Cool his traditional House of Lords on the rocks, and mixed herself a Mint Julep.

"I wish it was me," Ming lamented.

Cool nearly choked on his Scotch. He peered at her from across the bar. She shrugged and winked at him.

"Quit with the pills and you never know what might happen," Cool teased.

"I might just do that, Big Fella," Ming cooed.

Rita eased her supple bottom up on a bar stool and indicated she too would enjoy a Mint Julep. Ming accommodated her request and excused herself to return to bed to get some rest.

"So, Papa, you get your wish," Rita offered.

"I suppose you're right," he said.

"About what?" Caroline asked, stepping up and hugging Rita.

"Oh," Rita began as Dianne and Camille came up to the bar as joined the others. "Not so very long ago, your papa mentioned the fact that it would be nice to have babies around here again. Camille and I told him we were beyond that and the topic of you girls having kids came up."

"You never know what cards will be dealt to you next, do you Cool" Dianne chuckled.

"I think we should toast Caroline for our good fortune," Cool said.

Everyone agreed, and the women bustled off the bed. Steve entered the room, after settling the twins down in the apartment over the mower house.

"So what's the big ruckus?" Steve asked.

Cool filled him in on what was going on.

"Geez, I've been pretty heavy with Bobby Sue," Steve mentioned. "I hope she doesn't have the same problem."

Cool shook his head and bid his son good night.

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Sandra sat in the soft chair in front of her fireplace, anticipating the arrival of her twin sons. It had been nine years since she had seen her boys. She wondered if they had changed much. So much had happened to all of them since Sandra had come to live with Rita and Cool at Islands Estates. The boys were New Yorkers through and through. She wondered if they would adapt to the laid back activities of the huge palatial compound on the river.

She was proud of her boys. They had lucked out on a job with a wonderful woman that had introduced their sister to her husband, which was the single most important thing that had ever happened to their family.

Sandra missed her boys. Sitting there in the safety of her home, she remembered how crazy things had become twenty-five years ago, when she had discovered the two of them in their room, sucking each other off. She felt the heat in her loins as she recalled how calmly they had gotten up from the bed and pulled her into their room, ravaging her body until she nearly lost consciousness. To this day she could still feel Cory teasing her hard nipples and Craig lavishing his mouth on her burning pussy. Closing her eyes, it was as if it were happening again. Cory's thick curving penis deep in her mouth and Craig taking her hot cunt from behind. And how could she not remember, when for the first time in her life her tight bottom had been violated. Oh how she thanked them for waking her up to the pleasures of the human body.

How many times had she made love to them before they moved uptown with Dianne to become her constant companions? Almost every day for over six months, she had given herself to her wonderful boys, and then they were gone. She hungered again, until Tall Cool married her daughter and invited her to this wonderful southern paradise. And how he had made love to her that first time. She envisioned the time Billy Joe had come to see her, and how things had spiraled out of her control, and how quickly he had cum when her entered her. She had taught him so much since then and he had blossomed into a fine cocks man.

The web of her smooth panties had become saturated with her juices as she recalled the ribald times she'd enjoyed in her sixty plus years. And tomorrow she would be reunited with her boys again. She wondered if they would still be interested in her after all these years. How she longed for the old days when they would simply walk into the room and she would kneel and wait for one of them to present his manhood for her waiting mouth.

She pushed her hands between here legs and squeezed them tightly with her thighs. A satisfying orgasm carried her away without her even touching herself inside. She slept in the chair; warm with the love she felt for the people in her family.

The following day was torture for Sandra. She knew it would be late at night when they arrived and she just couldn't find anything that captured her attention. It was afternoon when she stepped out on the deck, which runs across the front of her house facing the wide river. She looked to the south and saw Billy and Cool out on the wooden pier, to which the mammoth yacht was tethered. She waved at them. Cool saw her and waved back.

It was a warm day and all she had on was a thin satin caftan, which left very little to the imagination. Sandra had weathered the years quite well and for her age, she still exuded a sensuality that made her attractive to almost all men, especially, her grandson and son. She hoped her sons would still find her seductive enough to appreciate her still healthy appetite for things sexual.

She drew a long slender Virginia Slim from a pack in her pocket and sucked the flame from her golden lighter to the end of it. She inhaled the acrid smoke deep into her lungs and held it there for several seconds, before exhaling slowly letting the smoke flow from her mouth, back up her nose and into her lungs. She crossed an arm under her pendulous breasts and held the thin cigarette in her other hand, with her elbow resting in her palm and her fingers pointing straight up. Standing with her feet spread apart, and the sun shining on her, from the front, anyone approaching her from behind would be presented to a very exotic view of a nearly naked woman, as the sun shone through the gossamer fabric of her gown.

Young Steve was the beholder of this vision, as he rounded the corner of her deck, walking one of the horses on a halter down toward the river. He stopped and took in the erotic sight of Sandra as she stood smoking.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves, Sandra hesitated for almost a full minute before turning her head and gazing over her shoulder at the young man with the horse.

"Good morning, Steven," Sandra drooled.

"Uh, morning, Ma'm," he stammered.

Steve was a little bashful around the older ladies of the estate, still a little unsure of himself. But he knew what an attractive woman was supposed to look like, and he was staring at one at that very moment.

"Taking Gracie for a little stroll, are we?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'm," he answered.

Sandra turned and stood facing him. Her dark areola were clearly visible through the light covering of her robe. Steve stood transfixed as he watched her nipples grow hard before his eyes. Her arm was still crossed beneath her breasts, elevating them even higher than normal. She removed her elbow from her palm and slowly moved her left hand to capture her right nipple between her thumb and finger. She gently rolled it, making it stick even farther out against the gown.

She stared at his cock. It seemed to turn over in his cut-offs, and quickly grow down the leg. A soft smile formed on her lips as she took a final drag on her cigarette and bent to crush it out in an ashtray on the low table on the deck.

"Tie the horsy to the rail and come on in the house, Stud Muffin," Sandra cooed, crooking her finger at the stunned young man.

Mesmerized by the older woman, he did as she told him and soon was standing in front of her inside the glazed front wall of her home. Slowly, the filmy caftan fluttered to the floor, exposing Sandra in all her glory. Steve knew he was in for a ride so he just let himself flow with it.

Sandra took the few steps toward him and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Their lips crashed together in a savage kiss. Steve suddenly got the message, Sandra wanted to be fucked, not made love to, but fucked. He reached for his zipper, her hands were at his sides and his shorts hit the floor in an instant.

Their mouths sucked at each other, tongues lashed out and battled through open lips. Stave had one of Sandra's silicone enhanced tits in each hand, squeezing and pulling on them.

Both of the older woman's hands were wrapped around his cock, firmly pumping him to even greater hardness. She mashed her body against him, sending him stumbling backwards toward the sofa. They tipped over the coffee table and landed with a thump. She crawled all over him, as he roughly mauled her tits. She humped her pussy on his thigh, until he was slick with her juices.

Heaving up, he pushed her off and picked her up by the shoulders and turned her around and shoved her face over the back of the sofa. He grabbed his raging cock and slammed it full length into her sopping wet hole. She howled like a mare being bred by a stallion. Each time he slammed hard against her ass, she yelped again. Her hot cunt was convulsing spasmodically around his intruding phallus. Suddenly she stiffened and groaned very loud. He rammed into her and held it until her climax had subsided.

"Fuck my ass, Steve. I want you to cum in my ass," she begged.

Retrieving his hard dick from her leaking cunt, he rose up and positioned himself at her anal entrance. He felt her push back against him as he pressed forward. The smooth head of his cock dipped through her tight hole and slowly eased in.

When his balls rested firmly against her ass cheeks, he heard her plea, "Now give it to me, Lover Man. Give me the ride of my life."

He drew back and ploughed into her dark canal. He ruthlessly attacked her again and again while she screamed at him to fuck her harder and faster. Never had he been with a wilder woman in his life. She had been cumming continuously since he had first entered her. He felt his end building in his balls and with a renewed vigor he continued his assault on her ass hole.




Life Goes On Ch. 06



Then it started, deep down in the bottom of his hard body and traveled the long road from his balls to her bowels. The explosion of cum ripped out of him and emptied a river of sperm in the farthest reaches of her rectum. Long, wrenching spasms churned through his cock and leapt into her dark cavern.

Finally, the storm passed. His shrinking member slipped from her, releasing a thick flow from the dark underground river within her ass. It seeped out of her and drooled down her thigh to pool on the leather cushion of the sofa, around her knee.

Sandra hung suspended over the back of the couch, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"You are indeed your father's son, Sweet Heart," Sandra said, softly.

Steve sat next to her on the sofa, his depleted cock resting on his thigh. Jizz still oozed from his tiny slit and puddled on his leg.

"Thank you, Ma'm," Steve gasped, still not fully recovered from his exertion.

"If you call me Ma'm one more time, I'm going to slug you, Buster," Sandra complained.

"How's Sandy then?" he asked.

"That will be just peachy, Honey," she answered. "Now let's have a nice shower and you can get back to your stroll with the mare tied to the front porch." 

After their shower, Steve left to continue his walk with the mare, and Sandra sat at her dressing table, putting on her second face of the day. She decided the rest of her day would go much better, now that Steve had been so kind as to wander up. God, how she missed the rough sex she had endured, and enjoyed, at the hands of her teen aged sons so long ago.

Steve had rekindled a yearning in her. She hoped the young stud would keep coming around, he was a much better lover than Billy Joe, and had a natural passion burning inside. He reminded her of Cool when she had first arrived.

She reapplied her makeup carefully and contemplated how the boys would react to her now. Her dream was for them to take her as they had before, but she hadn't breathed a word of how she felt to anyone. She felt so old some days.

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The lights went on in the apartment, to the south of her house. She could see three men climb the steps to the back door and disappear inside. Two men reappeared a few minutes later and one of them pointed toward her house and then at the drive that ran from the mower building past her front deck.

The man who had pointed shook the other man's hand and descended the steps and vanished into the night. The clock on her mantle struck two as she saw the third man step out of the apartment and together with the other, climb down the stairs and walk toward her house.

For several minutes, darkness forbade her from seeing the two figures approach her deck. Her whole body trembled as she awaited the arrival of her twin sons. Moisture wept from her sexual center and dampened her soft pubic bush.

When they appeared within the circle of light, cast by the floodlights over the deck, Sandra's heart fluttered in her chest. She watched as they mounted the three steps from the drive up to the deck, and crossed to the sliding glass door. As the door rolled aside, the two muscular figures entered her life again. They stopped just inside the door. Cory turned and rolled the door closed and turned again to face his mother.

"Hello, Mother," Craig said.

"Mother, you are absolutely ravishing," Cory said.

Sandra squealed and burst into their outstretched arms, covering them both with wet kisses. They sandwiched her between them, Cory covering her mouth with a hungry kiss and Craig kissing her repeatedly on her shoulders and the back of the neck.

"Oh, God! I'm so glad to see you two," Sandra gasped, between sloppy kisses.

Craig's hands wormed around under her arms and captured her tits. As he kneaded her, Cory ground his groin into her front.

"I've wanted you for so long," Sandra whispered.

Cory dislodged himself from her grip and pulled her away from Craig. He reached to her waist and pulled the sash that held her sheer robe together. Craig pulled it back off her shoulders and dropped it over the back of a chair. She stood naked while her twin sons removed their respective clothing.

Both men were steel stiff and stood together three feet in front of their mother. Sandra slowly dropped to her knees before them and held up her face to watch as they stepped in unison toward her. She took a cock in each hand and began the submissive ritual she missed so desperately. Her tongue swept over first one hard prick and then the other. She alternated between them, sucking Cory, then Craig, and then back.

She took each cock deep into her gullet and savored each in turn. For more than fifteen minutes she laved them, until Cory could hold back no longer. His cum burst from his tortured cock and coated her upturned face with thick milky ropes. And then Craig erupted, his shower criss-crossing that of his brother, leaving her face laced with gooey sperm.

And then they knelt with her and began to lick their mixed offering away. The men were no strangers to each other's seed, for they had been sharing for many years. Sandra whimpered as her sons continued with their ritual.

Craig stood first, pulling his mother to her feet. Cory lay back on the floor, holding his still rigid cock straight up. Sandra knew what she was expected to do and positioned herself over him and lowered herself over his waiting member. She lowered her pussy down on him until she sat flat on his pelvis, fully impaled on his sizable cock. She leaned forward, kissed him full on the mouth and then laid her cheek on his chest and waited for Craig to enter her already well-fucked butt from behind.

And then Sandra's two loving sons fucked their mother. Cory pushed into her cunt from below while Craig lashed into her stretched sphincter from behind. Cory's motion was shorter and much less animated due to his position beneath her, but Craig ravaged her with long smooth evenly paced strokes, crushing her onto Cory with each lunge.

Sandra exploded in a series of violent orgasms, draining all strength and reason from her tired body. Craig came after more than fifty firm thrusts deep into her bowels, filling her with his hot goo. Exhausted, he withdrew and watched as Sandra sat up on Cory and proceeded to buck on top of him until he blasted his cum far up into her mature pussy. Sandra climaxed one last time and then collapsed to the side of Cory, her breath coming in huge labored gasps.

And then it was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the mantle clock, and the sound of three sated lovers gasping for breath.

Life goes on at Islands Estates. 



Life Goes On Ch. 07



"Oh, Carry, I'm so happy for you!" Bobby Sue squealed, hugging her pregnant sister tightly. "I wish it was me."

"Stop taking your pills and it'll happen to you sooner than you can imagine," Caroline said. "But I think you should give a lot of thought to who you want the father to be, before you do it."

"How'd you decide?" Bobby asked.

"I just knew in my heart that I wanted it to be daddy," Caroline answered. "The same as mama did."

"I guess I'd better decide first," Bobby decided, "then I'll ask Steve about it."

"You got it bad for Steve?" Caroline asked.

"We've been going at it pretty steady, lately," Bobby answered. "I think he's a cool guy."

"You want to live with him for the rest of your life?" Caroline asked.

"I don't know about that," Bobby answered.

"Then you better stay on the pill until you decide," Caroline concluded.

"I guess your right," Bobby agreed. "Now can I eat your pussy?"

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"My God, Dianne!" Cool complained. "Where in hell do you suppose we're going to put all of this stuff?"

Cool was standing on the back drive, glaring at Dianne who was smiling from ear to ear. The three van loads of her household belongings had arrived and required space for storage. Cool indicated that it would all have to go in the cellar under the back of the house until a decision could be made as to where Dianne would reside permanently.

The moving company sent their own labor so the unloading would take no physical toll on the household men folk. Cool just had a hitch on his get-a-long with the sheer volume of Dianne's possessions.

"C'mere and talk to me," Cool instructed his sister, stepping inside the studio door.

"I know that it's a lot of stuff, but I just couldn't part with any of it," Dianne whined. "But I have an idea I want to run past you."

"So, run it," Cool said, standing with his arms folded across his chest.

"I have the original plans for my apartment," she began. "I want to build a house down by the river, just this side of Sandra's house, exactly like my apartment. Then everything will fit into it."

"So what's the hold up?" Cool asked.

"You," Dianne answered.

"Why me?" Cool asked.

"I wanted your permission," she said.

"You have it," Cool told her. "Only condition is that the outside is stone, just like all the other buildings on the estate. And that it's all concrete and steel construction. Camille can draw you up a plan and we'll have it built right away. So what else is holding you up?"

"Just this," Dianne said, reaching for Cools arm and pulling him back away from the door.

She pulled him over to the sofa and sat down with Cool standing in front of her. She reached up and pulled his fly open and tugged his cut-offs down over his hips, freeing his semi erect cock. Taking him in her hand, she engulfed him with her crimson lips. She sucked him deep into her mouth, feeling his balls with her free hand. He stiffened quickly in his older sister's mouth and soon grew to full length. Dianne was a master cocksucker, and worked her tongue under his rigid cock.

She kept constant suction on his tool working him in and out of her hot throat. Cool had been the recipient of more than one blowjob from his sister, but this was the first time she just had up and done him for the hell of it. Usually, she preferred to have an audience when she performed.

Then Cool was unloading his thick jizz in her gulping throat. Dianne never missed a drop, swallowing every molecule. 

"Just thought that would be a good way to seal the deal," she grinned, wiping her lips on the back of her hand.

"Works for me," Cool replied, tucking himself back into his britches. "You suck cock pretty good, for an old broad."

"Thanks, Little Brother," she said, and was out the door before he could say another word.

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Another sprawling stone edifice grew along the riverbank as a monument to the Ellis fascination with spending money. This made a total of six large stone homes and five other buildings on the two mile stretch of land on the east side of the Intracoastal Waterway.

Dianne, Cory and Craig set up residence and soon had the house looking exactly as her apartment had in New York. The twins were absolutely devoted to Dianne and waited on her hand and foot. Cool thought it was all quite humorous, but what could he say, it was her life and she seemed happy with it.

Dennis and Debbie were co-habitating and seemed to be getting along nicely. Steve was spending most of his free time with Bobby Sue.

Caroline was big as a house and the baby was due in another couple of weeks. Rita and Camille had undertaken a total remodel of Camille's digs in the old servants apartment and created a beautiful modern nursery and living area for Caroline and the baby. Cool spent almost a year renovating the kitchen and re-carpeting the entire mansion. Most of the furniture had been sent out to be re-upholstered. All of the dark musty leather had been replaced with new lighter colors, thus brightening up the whole place. New draperies adorned every window in the house, adding to the new look.

Cool was one hundred percent recovered from his depression and doting over Caroline and the impending birth of her first child. The entire family was embroiled in controversy over a suitable name for the new arrival. Names were being bandied around with nearly every conversation taking place it the house.

Caroline announced that she had decided on the name for the baby, which was to be a girl due to the wonders of medicine, and ultra-sound.

"I've decided to call her Grace Louise," Caroline stated at dinner. "I hope you approve, Daddy."

"I most certainly do," Cool said, raising his glass to the family.

"Here, here," in unison from the table.

Baby Grace Louise joined the family on the twelfth day of November 1993. Her skin was the color of soft buckskin and her hair was dark brown and full. She had dark flashing eyes like her mother and a firm grip when she wrapped her tiny fingers around yours.

Bobby Sue stood at the baby-viewing window with tears streaming down her face as she gazed lovingly at her sister's daughter. Cool held Bobby Sue close as she wept and confessed to her father how much she wanted to have a baby too. But she also told him that she wanted to have the baby with the man she would spend her life with and not one of the other members of her family. Cool soothed her and told her she had more sense than all the rest of them and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"But I still want to make love with you, Daddy," she whispered.

"I know, Baby," Cool answered.

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A monstrous feast was planned for Thanksgiving Day. Ming, Rita and Camille spent much of the day before, preparing for the big event.

"Why don't we dress for dinner and spend the evening in The War Room?" Dianne asked.

Rita and Camille brightened immediately at the suggestion. It had been nine months since the last gathering of the clan. It seemed like a wonderful idea.

Everybody was alerted to dress appropriately for the occasion. Cool made ready all the video gear, vowing to make some new videos for the family to watch when they grew old and gray.

The table was set in the huge dining room. Huge platters of food were being placed on the table and the entire clan was in residence. Every conceivable exotic fashion to be imagined was on display around the long table. Peignoirs in subtle pastels and bustiers with long garter straps, bras with nipples protruding and tops missing, crotch-less panties and gossamer stockings worn with spiked heels, leather and latex, and even transparent spandex nut huggers sparkled in the light of a hundred flickering candles.

The wine flowed and the platters of delicious food were passed after the blessing had been said. A jovial mood was being enjoyed by all. Caroline said she had chosen to refrain from the festivities planned for after dinner, due to her recent childbirth. But she joined the clan for dinner wearing a soft satin caftan, which did nothing to hide her huge milk filled breasts. Cool promised him self to taste them privately another time. His dick was stiff under the table just thinking about it.

As they finished eating, couples moved away from the table and gathered in the den or in The War Room. Cool activated the video cameras and aimed them at the various areas in the room where sexual activities would be taking place.

Dennis and Debbie, who were now living together, were the first to get the party rolling. Debbie pushed Dennis face down on a lounger and quickly moved her face between his cheeks and laved his tight hole with her long tongue. Cool aimed the camera at them and captured her slender finger as it disappeared into his ass. Ming spread her legs and pushed herself under his face so he could work his mouth over her smoothly shaved vulva. She exploded within seconds and smeared his face with her flowing juices. Debbie continued to tongue his ass as she slowly stroked his hard cock with her free hand.

Bobby Sue cuffed Billy Joe to a heavy X-frame, which stood out from the far wall, and watched as Sandra firmly swatted him on the butt with a wide leather paddle. Steve stood behind Bobby Sue and massaged her soft breasts as they witnessed Billy's paddling. Steve's cock grew hard and he eased it between Bobby Sue's legs, rubbing it across the dampness of her pussy. Bobby Sue turned and sank to her knees, taking Steve deep into her throat.

Susan and Gerald had gathered on the big bed with Helen and Rita. Gerald lay on his back with Susan riding his rigid prick. Helen and Rita had assumed a sixty-nine position with Rita on the bottom. Helen was flooding her face with woman cum as Rita swabbed her tongue repeatedly across the older woman's clit.

Cory and Craig had Camille sandwiched between them. Each twin had his cock embedded in one on her hungry holes, humping for all he was worth.

Cool was busy with the video camera, switching from one torrid scene to the next, capturing as much of the action as he could. His cock stood at full mast as he moved from group to group.

"Give the camera to Dianne, Daddy," Caroline said, touching his arm.

Cool turned and handed the camera to his elder sister. Caroline pulled him over to the leather horse in the center of the room. She pulled her robe off and leaned over the horse exposing her backside to her father.

"I want you in my ass, Daddy," she cooed.

Cool went to the cabinet and found a tube of lubricant and squeezed a dozen drops onto Caroline's upturned rosebud. He held his hand under his stiff prick and squirted himself with the slimy liquid. After rubbing it into her tight hole and all over his cock, he eased his thick tool through her waiting outer ring. Once inside, he slid in without resistance. Then he pumped into her with long steady strokes. His balls slapped against her pussy as they came together each time. Caroline moaned steadily as he increased his speed until he was slamming into her.

Dianne had the camera focused on them. She taped Caroline's face as she received her father from behind. An aura of pure animal pleasure flowed from the lust filled woman as she crashed through one hard orgasm after another. Then Cool stiffened and drove himself balls deep in her ass, filling her bowels with his hot cum. Caroline erupted once again, groaning with her own sexual satisfaction.

Dianne laid the camera on the floor and covered Cool's prick with her mouth when he withdrew from his daughters stretched hole. Dianne swallowed him whole and cleaned the remains of his just completed coupling from him.

As she finished, she looked up at Cool. He knew what she wanted him to do. She held his cock inches from her face, the corners of her lips turned up in a soft smile. Cool strained slightly and forced a thin trickle of yellow urine from his bladder. It flowed out of the end of his prick and drizzled on Dianne's smiling face. The stream increased in intensity until it splashed on her and ran down her body in warm rivulets. A golden shower was Dianne's most passionate pleasure. And when it came from her cherished brother, it was eclectic.

As the hour grew late, and as everyone's sexual appetites had been satisfied, the clan gathered in the den for conversation and drinks.

Debbie and Dennis sat close together on a sofa.

"I've asked Debbie to marry me," Dennis announced.

All the women started talking at the same time. Cool looked at Dennis, cocking one eyebrow way up high. Dennis shrugged and smiled. Cool smiled back and held his glass up to his friend.

"Us too," Gerald piped in, hugging Susan to his side.

Steve and Bobby Sue sat quietly over at the bar. Sandra sat on the opposite side of Steve. They listened as the others in the room all made a fuss over the happy couples. It was decided that a double wedding would take place at Islands Estates on New Years Day. There was great rejoicing in the household.

"A toast," Cool said, raising his glass.

Everyone agreed.

"You'd better tell him," Sandra elbowed Steve in the ribs.

"Dad, can we have a word?" Steve asked.

"What's up?" Cool asked.

"Daddy, I'm pregnant," Bobby Sue blurted out.

"Great!" Cool applauded. "Hey, everybody! Bobby's knocked up."

"DADDY!" Bobby Sue squawked. "You can be such a pill!"

Caroline jumped up and rushed to her sister, hugging her. Cool stared at Steve. Steve just grinned lamely. It wasn't hard to figure out who the father was. They had been spending every night together for months.

"She doesn't want to get married," Steve said to Cool.

"She'll come around," Cool told him and opened him another beer.

Rita, Camille, Caroline, Dianne and Ming were ecstatic. All conversation turned to babies. The men just sat and listened. Cool was a happy man. There would be lots of little footsteps taken around the estate before long.

Bobby Sue and Steve would have twin boys, Tim and Tom, in June of 1994. 

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After the clan had all departed to their own homes, and the remnants of the feast had been cleared away, Rita, Camille, Cool and Ming sat in the den nursing yet another cool drink and pondering the events of the evening.

"We're getting old, Cool," Camille offered.

"Not that old," he replied.

"Our kids are growing up," Rita said. "And we are grandparents, even if you are the father. Just think about it."

"She's right," Camille agreed.

"I've got another little news flash for you," Rita piped in.

"Such as?" Cool asked.

"Ming wants to get pregnant," she said.

"So?" Cool asked.

"She wants you to be the father, Stupe!" Camille jibed.

Ming giggled.

"Oh," Cool said.

"Is that all you have to say is Oh?" Rita wailed.

"Every body wants to me to be the father of their baby!" Cool howled. "What's new about that? Almost every one of you has had a baby with me. Why stop now?"

Ming giggled again

"Where's the romantic side of you, Old Man?" Camille asked, needling him.

"Aw, what can I say, Ming could have gotten pregnant a hundred times by now," Cool said.

"I could have," Ming interjected. "But I wanted you to know that I want you to be the father of my child, and agree with it."

"If the authorities ever come out here and figure out what's going on, we're all going to jail," Cool winced. "This is all so strange they'd probably never believe it anyhow."

They all giggled like children. Rita mixed a fresh round of Mint Juleps and passed the pitcher. Ming snuggled next to Cool and turned her pretty Oriental face up to his. He kissed her softly on the lips. Rita watched her husband with her friend and smiled.

"You two make us another baby to grow up and play on this wonderful place," Rita said.

All of them were still naked from the earlier gathering in The War Room. Rita finished her drink and pulled Camille by the hand out of the room.

"Fuck her brains out, Little Brother," Camille whispered as they departed.

Cool took the tiny Chinese beauty back into The War Room and walked her to the big bed across the room. Ming sat on the edge of the bed and took his hard prick in her warm mouth and lovingly sucked on him. Her lips caressed his length as she took him ever deeper into her throat. He pulled back and lifted her up on the bed. Spreading her legs, he wedged his tongue deep in her womanly center and swiftly brought her to orgasm. He mounted her then, immersing himself in her warm sheath.

They mated. With long sensual strokes, he filled her with his hot cock, pushing into her again and again, until he felt his seed building deep in his gut. He slowed, repeating the motion in and out over and over again, building to a monstrous crescendo, and then filling her womb with a tremendous flood of fertile sperm.

For six consecutive nights, Cool and Ming repeated the mating ritual, until she was beyond her fertile cycle. Ming missed her next period. Again there was great rejoicing in the big old house.

The last week of August of 1994 brought another life to Islands Estates.

Life Goes On! 



Life Goes On Ch. 08



'Ain't it funny how time slips away?' Cool thought to himself, as he drove south on the old familiar highway along the ocean side. 'Seems like just yesterday that I was giving thought to getting married myself and now there's about to be a whole rash of it going on.'

Dennis and Debbie, along with Gerald and Susan, Dennis' mother, were planning a huge wedding for high noon on New Years Day, 1994. The front foyer of the mansion was to serve as the nuptial gallery. The two couples would stand facing the front door and the huge entry room and balcony above would seat all those invited to witness the splendid event. Rita, Camille and the other girls were in a frenzy to make it a memorable event.

Cool was happy for his friends, but a little bothered to see his harem shrinking. Although, he was still getting more action than any one man could ever hope for. Rita, Camille and Ming were insatiable, Caroline was always horny and Bobby Sue, now pregnant, seemed to be more eager to play with him than ever before. He smiled to himself as he drove.

Today was the first time he had taken the old Nomad for a spin in several months. The shiny green wagon throbbed under him as he motored along the road to Daytona. Just for kicks, he shifted down into second gear and stomped the foot feed to the floorboard. The big Chevy mill sucked gas through all eight holes of the twin four-barreled carburetors and screamed forward. He slammed the floor shifter into third gear and drew a loud protest from the rear tires as they bit into the blacktop, and then another quick shift into fourth hurling the powerful hot rod at breakneck speed down the narrow road. Backing off, the twin exhaust pipes rattled loudly as the engine compression slowed the thundering vehicle to a sensible speed. Cool's heart raced in his chest. In the old days, you could hit a hundred fifteen, or better, and hold it for miles and miles. Now, there was a side road every few hundred yards and a happy highway patrolman lurking somewhere behind a tree waiting for you.

It had been months since the Cool One had wandered the pawnshops and he had the urge to spend some money. City pawn was the first stop on his list. The sweet old lady behind the wire cage was most helpful in directing him to the wall lined with hanging instruments. Nothing caught his eye so he thanked the aging proprietor and walked up the street a block to Blackie's Loan and Pawn. Blackie and Cool were old buddies and spent the next few minutes kicking around old times. Blackie then took him into the back room and showed him the good stuff.

Guitars were very much like women in Blackie's mind. It was never easy finding one you really liked. Cool had never had that problem, because he loved all women and guitars were the passion that had kept him sane throughout his sordid life. Blackie pulled a battered brown leather case from under the table against the back wall of his cluttered back room. He carelessly brushed a year or more of dust from the case and laid it up on the bench for Cool's inspection. Lifting the cover of the well-worn case, Cool exposed a gleaming Martin Dreadnaught guitar, dating back to the 1930's.

Hand-made in those days, the old hollow-bodied instrument was a rare piece. Cool lifted his foot up on a chair and cradled the fine wooden guitar on his knee. Forming an E-chord with the fingers of his left hand on the smooth rosewood neck, he picked the first few notes of Wildwood Flower.

Leaning back against the bench, folding his arms across his chest and smiling, Blackie lost himself in Cool's flawless picking. The sound was heaven to his ears. Cool had the gift of music that Blackie had struggled his whole life to create for himself and never achieved. His greatest joy in life was to hear his father's guitar played the way it should be.

"It's still the most perfect guitar I've ever played, Friend," Cool said. "The offer still stands."

"You know I can't sell it, Cool," Blackie said. "I promised the old man that I'd never sell it. But I never told him I wouldn't make it a gift to a friend. Take it with you. There's nobody ever made it sound the way you do."

"I can't do that, Blackie," Cool said. "It means too much to you."

"We're getting old, Chum," Blackie croaked. "'Sides, if you don't take it, it's subject to get stole. We've been hit three times in the last few months and they've missed her so far. Might not happen next time."

"How about if I just store it long term for you up at my place and you can come visit her any time you get the notion?" Cool asked.

"Fair enough," Blackie said. "Now, break out your cash and take a look at these old Fenders I got at a sale the other day."

Blackie showed Cool two old Stratocasters, a Telecaster, and a clean white Jaguar. He also had three Jazzmasters, in various conditions, and a Jazz Bass. Cool gave him forty-five hundred for the lot. He also bought three aging Gibson Les Paul's and a Birdland. Cool felt like the cat that had just eaten the canary.

"What say we close up and walk down to Fred's and see if we can get us a blowjob and a cold beer?" Blackie asked, after depositing the cash in his floor safe under the table in the back.

"Yes to both," Cool agreed and followed the grizzly dark haired man out the front door.

They walked the short distance to the waterfront bar and shouldered their way through the afternoon patrons to empty stools at the far end of the bar.

"Hey, Gretchen," Blackie howled up the bar to the barmaid. "Bring us a couple of cold Miller's and two doubles of that blackberry stuff."

Gretchen, obviously having had the pleasure of Blackie's company in the past, hooked two large shot glasses from the shelf with one hand, a bottle of D'Kuyper's Blackberry with the other and poured two doubles without stopping between them, dropped the bottle back in the rail and had two longneck Miller's out of the cooler and opened one-handed and on her way back down the bar in less than a minute.

"Impressive?" Blackie asked.

"Smooth as silk," Cool answered.

Gretchen made a great show of settling the ordered drinks carefully on napkins on the well worn bar top. The place was crowded, considering that it was just after noon. Most of the merry-makers were middle aged or older, and surely had very little else to do to while the hours away. Beach people were a race of their own. Cool had live on the water his whole life but had been sheltered on the estate. This was foreign ground for him and he was happy to be with his old friend from the pawnshop.

Half way down the bar, a busty blond with red painted lips and too much eye shadow sat slowly turning a highball glass on the white napkin on the bar. A long thin cigarette hung from her mouth. Cool watched as she stared into the drink on the bar. Two stools farther down, a tired woman with mousy brown hair and big eyes sat with a slender old gentleman wearing a suit and tie. He looked out of place. Cool watched as she got up and walked to the hall in the back of the barroom and disappeared through a beaded curtain. A sign over the door indicated she had gone to the rest rooms. The suit followed her after a minute or so. Five or six minutes later the man appeared and left the bar. The woman returned and took her place at the bar. She rummaged in her purse for a compact and her lipstick. She touched up the smear on her lips.

She glanced at Cool and smiled, shrugged her shoulders, snapped the compact shut and returned it to her bag. She picked up her drink and took a long pull, swirling the strong liquid in her mouth before swallowing it. The blond looked at her, then at Cool, then back into her drink. Score one for the old broad with the brown hair.

"That's Ramona," Blackie invaded Cool's concentration. "She and the blond are the regulars. The blond is Marty."

Marty held up her glass for a refill and was quickly attended to by Gretchen. A fresh smoke found it's way to her lips and Gretchen fired it with a lighter from her vest pocket.

Cool hadn't had any bar room sex in more years than he could remember. Debbie and Marie had been his first and he found the gritty floor of the toilet room in a bar to be an exciting place for getting it on. He motioned for Gretchen to take his money for Marty's drink.

Marty turned her head and raised an eyebrow when Gretchen pointed his way after returning Marty's glass. Cool nodded, but stayed on his stool. Protocol dictated that the man was supposed to move over to the woman when he wanted to make contact. Marie had taught Cool about games and he felt like playing; so he waited. Marty evidently worked a long shift so the drinks lasted her for a long time.

Cool turned to talk with Blackie for a minute and when he turned his attention back down the bar, Marty had abandoned her stool. The glass half full glass still sat on the bar. Cool glanced around the room, but the blond had vanished.

'Oh well,' he thought. 'Life goes on.'

"So what's your story?" A sultry voice crooned next to his ear.

He turned and stared into Marty's heavily made up brown eyes.

"Killing time," Cool answered. "Yours?"

"Wasting mine," she answered.

"Why is that?" Cool asked, turning on his stool.

Marty eased between his legs and reached past him to mash her smoke out in the ashtray on the bar.

"Look around this place and you tell me," she complained.

Cool did as she instructed. He shrugged his shoulders and looked back into her eyes.

"So, you wanna fuck or somethin'?" Cool asked, matter of factly.

"Sure, where?" she asked.

"You pick," Cool said.

"Through the curtain, end of the hall, door on the right," she said, nodding over his shoulder.

Her hip was pressed against his thick meat.

"Lead the way," Cool said.

Marty turned on her heel, and strode toward the curtain. Cool watched her as she walked away. Marty was tall, lean and stacked. She had great legs but wobbled slightly on her spiked heels. The skirt was short and the blouse had been through the washer a lot of times, but she was clean and neat. His dick was hard as steel.

"Keep your eye on the curtain, Friend," Cool instructed Blackie. "Keep the bad guys off my neck."

"Marty's not that way," Blackie assured him. "She's an honest whore just trying to make a buck."

Cool eased off his stool, tossed the Blackberry down and washed it back with the last of the beer and turned toward the beaded curtain.

The hallway past the toilet rooms was barely illuminated by a very low wattage bulb, screwed into an uncovered fixture on the wall between the man's and women's room doors, on the left side of the hallway. Another door opened off the end of the hall displaying a sign, which read: PRIVATE, in large red letters. A fourth door opened to the right of the private door, and stood open about three inches.

Cool stood outside the door, pushed it open with his toe and gazed inside. The same lighting engineer had worked on both the hallway and the storeroom. The room was stacked with various cases of liquor and perhaps fifty cases of empty beer bottles. Shelves reached from floor to ceiling through the center of the room. The room reeked of rancid beer. Marty stood several feet inside the room and was in the act of lighting another smoke.

"C'mon in, Handsome, and push the door closed," Marty drawled.

Cool obliged, turning again to face the blond whore. A twin bed was pushed back against the far corner of the room and was covered with a dirty sheet. There was a dark, dirty window in the wall at the head of the bed. A couple of clean towels lay neatly folded on a chair next to the bed. A small glass bowl filled with condoms also sat on the chair.

"The pussy'll cost you sixty bucks, Cowboy," Marty declared. "Anything more and we negotiate."

Cool extracted three one hundred dollar bills from his pocket and extended his hand to the whore.

"You must be planning' to mess me up pretty good for that much cash. Just don't hit me in the face. Okay?" she cautioned.

"I'm not going to hit you," Cool said. "I just like it nasty."

Marty folded the bills and slipped them into her purse and parked the bag on a shelf next to where she was standing. She reached for the buttons on her blouse and quickly removed it along with her wispy bra. Her huge tits stood rock solid on her chest, indicating that a surgeon somewhere had taken great pains to make sure she was firm. She approached Cool and started to tug at the buttons on his shirt. Cool grabbed her by the hair and gently tilted her head back and covered her crimson mouth with his. Her lips were hot and her tongue came alive.

Moments later, his clothes were tossed aside and the blond was on her knees, stroking his hard prick with her practiced hands.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Marty cooed, covering him with her mouth.

She held him by his buns and pushed her face into him until she choked on his huge manhood. But, she was good and without any further hesitation, other than a slight repositioning, she pushed her face forward until his balls flopped against her chin. Then she started to fuck him with her face. 

Marty had done this before and Cool admired her enthusiasm. Most whores her age would have given him very little satisfaction. But, Marty was obviously proud of her talent and decided to give him his money's worth. Her hot mouth moved from his smooth helmet to his hairy balls again and again without even the slightest scraping of her teeth. Cool was impressed.

Suddenly, Marty pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up. She pulled him to the bed and turned around, crawling on the bed in front of him. She flopped down on her face and reached around with both hands and spread her cheeks wide apart for him to see. Cool plucked a rubber from the bowl and quickly skinned it back over his prick. Kneeling behind her on the small bed, he pushed his cock along the splayed lips of her gaping pussy. Then, he plunged into her.

His quick insertion surprised Marty and she gasped when his body slapped against her soft ass cheeks. He began pumping into her, rocking the bed furiously. Marty grunted each time they came together and after just moments, she erupted in an unexpected violent orgasm.

"Jesus, Mister," she groaned. "I haven't cum with a John for years. Fuck me some more, will ya?"

Cool levered into her again and soon she convulsed around him in yet another blinding climax, leaving her gasping for breath.

Cool extracted himself from her and sat back on his heels behind her. Her nether region glistened from her secretions. Cool stared straight at her tiny sphincter, and grinned. He leaned forward and touched her ass hole with the slippery end of his latex covered cock. Marty squeaked with his first contact, but pushed her ass back against him. Cool watched as his cock began to slowly dip into her loose hole. With almost no resistance, his prick slid into her.

Marty hissed as he progressed farther into her bowels. When he felt the bottom, he stopped pushing. But, Marty had other ideas and reapplied the pressure, taking him full length into her well-used rectum. Then he started to pump savagely into her. Marty came alive and returned his motion with her own until they crashed together again and again. Cool glanced up at a filthy window, just above the bed and stared directly into Blackie's smiling face. The mousy looking woman, Ramona was with him. They were in the room next door watching the whole time.

Ramona's face descended from view. Cool could tell that she had gone down on Blackie by the look on his face. He had closed his eyes and his head sort of flopped back. Smiling, Cool laid into Marty with a renewed vigor and shortly thereafter, filled the rubber with an ocean of scalding cum. Marty stiffened and lost herself in another hard orgasm, then collapsed on the bed with Cool on top of her.

Cool could hear Blackie and the woman on the other side of the thin wall. It was downright hilarious listening to his friend telling Ramona what a great cocksucker she was, and how much he loved her. Blackie was evidently a regular patron of her professional services.

Cool felt the whore stir and he eased his soft cock out of her hole and was about to divest himself of the swollen condom when she put her hand on his wrist to stop him.

"Let me have that, Hon," she whispered.

Marty carefully slipped the cum-laden rubber from his prick and lay back on the bed. She held the thin sheath above her silicone enhanced tits and let his semen flow out of it onto her bulging orbs. With both hands, she massaged the milky substance into her skin, until she shone with his cum.

"Cum is great for the skin," she instructed. "Makes you soft and smooth."

Cool dressed, quickly, and exited the dingy storeroom, leaving the whore lying on the dirty bed. Blackie joined him at the bar a few minutes later and slapped him on the back.

"So how'd ya like fucking my old ladies ass?" Blackie blurted out.

"Say what?" Cool gasped.

"Yeah, Marty's my old lady. She and Ramona turn a few tricks to keep busy in the afternoons," Blackie howled with laughter. "She loves it when we watch her through the window."

Cool couldn't believe his ears. 

"You've got some sense of humor, My Friend," Cool said.

Blackie continued to bellow with laughter as Marty rejoined them at the bar. Cool bought a round for them all.

"That's some sausage, Honey," Ramona announced as she walked up to Cool and reached between his legs to heft his balls.

Cool flinched and they all laughed again. Ramona continued to knead him through his pants as they drank their beers. The bar had all but cleared out while they had been in the back and only the four of them and Gretchen remained.

Ramona pulled Cool's zipper down and reached in through his fly and pulled his cock from his pants. Marty stood behind Ramona, blocking her from the room and pushed the brown haired woman down to her knees in front of Cool.

"See if you can get him to cum for ya, Mona," Marty whispered. "I'll see nobody bothers ya."

With that, Ramona collected Cool's cock deep into her gullet and preceded to blow him right there, in the bar. Having just emptied his balls in Marty's ass, it took a good bit of diligence and great handwork to coax another load from Cool. But cum he did, after many minutes of suspense, filling Ramona's mouth to overflowing with hot sticky sperm.

Standing up, with a long thread of milky cum streaming down her chin, Ramona turned and covered Marty's mouth with her own, passing the thick discharge from her mouth to that of her friend. Cool watched, fascinated, as the milky fluid escaped and drooled down between their lips. He quickly tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up. He motioned for Gretchen to bring another round. It was then that he took note of the fact that Gretchen had been standing there, while Ramona had sucked him off and torpedoed Marty. Blackie had some interesting friends.

After the drinks were finished, Cool and Blackie went back to the pawnshop and loaded the guitars into the Nomad. Cool bid Blackie goodbye, promising to return to Daytona real soon for an instant replay of the afternoon's delight. 

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Dennis was sitting in the studio, playing some rhythm to a track he had been working on, when Cool backed the Nomad up to the door. Carrying a guitar in each hand, Cool entered the room and greeted Dennis. Dennis jumped up and helped Cool bring the rest of his purchases into the studio. The two men spent the remainder of the afternoon examining each instrument and discussing each of them. Dennis was enthralled with Blackie's ancient Martin. This had to be the Stradivarius of guitars.

Dennis threaded a fresh tape on the sixteen-track recorder and sat listening, as Cool played a half hour of solo music into the machine. Playing the reel back, each of them played a different guitar, adding a harmony track and a rhythm track to the sweet sounds on the tape. Playing it back again, Dennis made up some words, singing along with the music, while Cool played a steady beat on the drums.




Life Goes On Ch. 08



A small crowd had gathered in the room, as always happens when the two of them got together to create. Everyone clapped when Dennis played the latest version of the tape again.

"We miss the music, Papa," Bobby Sue said. "You don't play for us enough any more."

"I know, Baby," Cool said. "We're going to do better from now on. Dennis and I want to start playing in the clubs again."

"That'll take some of the heat off us girls," Rita interjected, to a round of chuckles.

Debbie rolled her eyes and punched Dennis playfully in the ribs. She had heard all the stories about the two of them in the old days.

"Hell," Cool said. "Who'd even be interested in two old farts like us?"

The hands of the seven women in the room shot into the air. Cool smiled. Dennis shrugged. Billy Joe and Steve just grinned and stayed quiet. They could hardly wait to get out in the countryside with the two old pros.

"Me thinks 'twould be best if we let the boys just be boys," Camille added. "They always get tired of it and drag their sorry asses home sooner or later."

Again the room was filled with laughter.

Life Goes On!



Life Goes On Ch. 09



"Who we gonna get to play bass and drums?" Steve asked, fiddling with the reed for his saxophone.

"I can play bass, for the time being," Dennis said. "With Cool on guitar, Billy on keys, and Steve on sax, all we really need is a drummer."

"What we need to do, is hit the streets and check the clubs where we might get work and then we can decide on the mindset we want behind the drum kit," Cool stated. "We have the talent to play virtually any kind of music we want, we just might not want a head-banger on drums if we're doing country."

"Makes sense to me," Billy Joe threw in. "Besides, I have an idea for a drummer, but I'd like for you to hear her play, with the group she's with now, before I approach her to make a change."

The four men made plans to drive into Ormond Beach on Friday night to hear Billy's friend's band.

Gerald drove the big Fleetwood limo, while the four Ellis musicians rode in the back. Billy directed Gerald to the Playera Sands Hotel, on the beach in Ormond. They pulled up under the awning and the bellmen made a mad dash to open doors on both sides of the long car. The four men had all worn the same shirts and slacks, giving them the appearance of an organized event of some description, arriving at the hotel. 

They stalked into the hotel, stood in the lobby and waited for Billy to point them to the lounge. The lounge was on the far left of the lobby, at the end of a wide corridor, which housed an array of hotel shops. The thump of loud rock and roll music could be heard far up the corridor as the men approached.

Entering the dimly lit lounge, the music became decidedly louder. Cool stood just inside the entrance, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A short bar stretched to the right and forty or more tables sat scattered about the room. Hannah's Lounge smelled of stale beer, cigarettes and years of salt air.

A low stage spread across the far left corner of the room, from which emanated the heavy metallic sound of the all female band of punk rockers.

Dennis staked out a table for them and ordered a round of drinks. Steve and Billy joined Dennis at the table, while Cool lingered near the bar listening to the music. Billy Joe had been correct in his assessment of the statuesque, platinum haired drummer. She was tight. From the bar, Cool approximated her to be at least ten years older than her associates, and a whole lot more professional in her stage presence. She reminded Cool of Old Waylon's drummer of ten or twelve years ago.

Shifting his attention to the diminutive bass player, he was impressed with her methodical rhythms. She had undoubtedly been playing for a long time. Barely five feet tall, her Fender Jazz Bass was almost as big as she was. But she had all the right moves.

The guitar player was mediocre, at best, and the keyboardist was piss-poor. Another heavily made up chick, with endless tattoos, was attempting to sing punk songs and did a fair job, considering she had obviously consumed more alcohol or drugs than she needed.

The room was nearly deserted.

Cool drifted around the outside of the wide room and made his way over to the tables to sit with the others.

"Where you know the drummer from, Bill?" Cool asked his son.

"She's a friend of a friend, sort of," Billy answered. "Marie introduced us a few years ago. I've caught her with a couple of other groups and she's pretty versatile."

"I like the chicken on the bass, too," Dennis added.

"Absolutely," Cool agreed. "The guitar player stinks."

"All guitar players stink, after playing with you!" Dennis declared.

The punky females finished their set and Billy jumped up to greet his drummer friend.

"This is Carlene," he introduced them. "And this is Brenda on the bass, Crystal and Blaze on guitar and keys and Holly singing," as they moved up to the table.

They all stood and shook hands back and forth. Brenda and Carlene pulled up chairs and the other three girls headed for the bar.

"This is drudgery," Brenda announced, as the others moved out of earshot. "Holly is toasted and the other two are right behind her."

"Whose the hunk, Billy?" Carlene asked Billy as she reached her hand up and brushed a long curl from Cool's eyes.

"This, My Sweet, is none other than Virgil Ellis," Billy said with pride. "Branded The Tall Cool One, and the smoothest guitar picker on the planet. And our dear old dad."

"So, Honey," Carlene, cooed, "would you like to sit in with us next set?"

"You and thumper, not the others," Cool said. "Loose the bimbos and we'll give you an audition for a real gig."

Brenda leapt to her feet and quickly strolled over to the bar and asked the others to sit out the next set. They agreed and Cool sent Steve to the limo for his horn and stepped over to the stage to peruse the guitar he would be playing. Junk! A quick phone call and in five minutes, Blackie strolled into the club with a battered old Gibson case hanging in his hand. Marty was hot on his heels.

Cool checked the tune on the vintage Les Paul and thanked Blackie for the loan.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Blackie answered breathlessly. "Marty, pay attention. This guy's about to show you what I've been trying to accomplish for over forty years."

Marty just smiled and batted her overly made up eyes.

Billy climbed up behind the rack of electronic keyboards and switched a few toggles and started to play a soft riff in A-minor. Brenda followed on the bass and Carlene slid in on the drums. Cool hurled into the fracas with a long screaming turnaround on the guitar and steered the makeshift group into an old blues standard called Summertime. Dennis let them play for a few minutes, and then he picked up the punker's guitar and stepping up to the mic, he sang a soulful rendition of the famous song.

The tired looking waitress and bartender abandoned their posts at the bar and moved up closer to the stage. Dennis finished a verse and turned to Billy, who immediately threaded his way through a long improvised lead bridge, leaving all those in attendance spellbound. Steve wailed on his sax for several minutes, and then Cool eased in with a huge lead bridge of his own and they ended the piece with a tremendous crashing of cymbals.

A distinguished Arabic looking gentleman in a suit appeared out of nowhere and asked the bartender who they were. Denny jumped off the stage, wrapped his arm around the dark man's shoulder and ushered him away from the stage. Cool watched as Dennis flapped his hand behind his back, indicating that they should play something. Cool loved to show off so he played one of his all time favorites, Perfidia, by The Ventures.

After a short time, Dennis returned, smiling from ear to ear.

"Friday and Saturday, for the next four weeks, at $600.00 a night, best I could do," he beamed.

"Fuck, we're only splittin' $350.00 now!" Brenda shrieked.

"Life just improved for you," Dennis said. "What about the other girls? Any problem dumping them?"

"They were just hired for this weekend," Carlene told them. "I'll turn them loose after tomorrow night."

Cool made arrangements with the new band members to come to Islands Estates, on Wednesday, for a practice session. Much had to be done to ensure a professional performance the following weekend. It was decided that the four of them would donate all the proceeds from the gigs to the two women, hoping to encourage them to dedicate themselves to the band.

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The following Wednesday dawned with a torrential downpour drenching the northeast Florida coastline. The girls arrived at the estate at noon, as had been previously arranged, and everybody scurried in and out to unload the necessary equipment from Carlene's van. Soon they were set up and ready to rehearse.

Unlike the past Friday night, when the girls had been dressed as punkers, they wore jeans and t-shirts. They both had that girl next-door look.

Brenda was tiny and trim. Carlene was tall, maybe 5'-11'', had a huge chest and muscular arms. Both were knockouts.

The next three hours were spent introducing Carlene and Brenda to the original music and the arranged versions of some of the music Dennis and Cool had played for many years. Steve and Billy added some new, more modern tunes that were popular at the time and by five, more than enough material had been covered to put on a good show.

Cool felt comfortable with Brenda laying the bass lines, letting her improvise as she felt compelled to do. Carlene was steady as a machine on percussion. Cool decided to try a little jazz on them and they both responded to the different type of music like pros.

"I'm impressed," Dennis said, as they took a break and made a beeline to the fridge for a cold beer.

"Thanks, Sweetie," Brenda responded, batting her eyes at the singer.

"This is some set-up you've got here," Carlene said, admiring the sound room and all it's electronic gadgets.

Cool switched the tape deck to playback, and the room was filled with the music they had just been playing. The tapes sounded great. Cool briefed the girls on his plan to give them all the money for playing with the band.

"That's not fair," said Carlene. "We should split it evenly."

"Not necessary," said Billy Joe. "We don't play for the money. We play for therapy. It keeps us in the right frame of mind. Besides, it's a great way to meet chicks."

"Just what we need," Dennis interjected, to a round of laughter from the others.

"Yeah, and guys too," Brenda added, winking at Dennis.

"You guys married?" Carlene asked.

"That's an interesting question," a female voice responded from the doorway up to the house.

Rita stood leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette burning between her fingers. A broad smile played on her lips. All eyes turned toward the stunning redhead.

"It seems marriage is a state of mind, rather than an institution, around this place," Rita lamented. "We've got spouses and lovers, and we all share in the fun. You girls all right with that?"

"Works for us," Brenda said. "Just want to know the pecking order."

"Oh, Honey," Rita cooed, "You'll likely to get pecked before you know it. If I know this crew."

Cool scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head at Rita's comments. The others laughed and Rita found another round of beers for the band. She introduced herself to the new girls and took them on a guided tour of the mansion.

"Cool and I have been married for over twenty years," Rita explained, as she showed the girls around. "Billy's our son and Steve is Cool's boy with another woman, whom Dennis is about to marry. It's all very complicated but you'll figure it out after a while."

"Do Steve and Billy Joe have wives or girlfriends?" Brenda asked.

"Steve and his half sister are sweet on each other. Billy grooves on the older women," Rita told them. "But we all fuck around."

"Excuse me?" Carlene inquired. "With each other?"

"Sure," Rita answered. "It's been that way for everybody, forever, at Islands Estates."

"That's just too weird," Brenda whispered.

"It's not weird, at all," Rita said. "No body ever has hurt feelings and everybody stays interested, men and women alike. And when the boys are playing music, they get a little strange pussy on the side. Which makes it all the more interesting for us, especially when they bring their new friends home for the rest of us to enjoy."

"You mean like us?" Carlene asked.

"Just like you," Rita breathed, standing on her tiptoes to kiss the tall blond on the lips.

Carlene threaded her fingers through Rita's long flaming hair and crushed her mouth against hers. Brenda's mouth hung agape as the two women kissed passionately in front of her.

"How about you?" Rita asked, looking at the tiny bass player.

Carlene pulled Brenda toward Rita and watched as the redhead opened her mouth to kiss the small girl. As their lips met, a soft moan emitted from Brenda's throat as her tongue lashed out into Rita's mouth and her arms went around her neck.

"We'll get along just fine," Rita said, breaking the torrid kiss. "Now what say we join the boys downstairs and see if we can't interest them in something other than music for a while?"

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Caroline, Camille and Ming were sitting with the men in the studio, when Rita, Carlene and Brenda rejoined the group. Rita explained that she had given the new girls a tour of the house and that they were sure we'd all get along just fine.

"I was telling the girls how much fun we always have around here," Rita explained, smiling broadly.

"Oh you have?" Cool asked.

"I have, and I think Carlene is anxious to find out, right Carlene?" Rita asked.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Carlene stammered.

Rita crossed over to Cool and reached for the zipper on the front of his jeans. Slowly pulling it down, she unbuttoned his fly and reached inside to pull his thick cock out into plain sight. Camille stood and walked over to them and dropped to her knees, pulling Rita's shorts down around her knees. Rita stepped out of her pants and pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her tits. Camille reached up and cupped her tit with one hand while she pulled Cool's cock to her lips with the other. Rita pushed Camille's head in until her face was plastered against Cool's pubic bush, taking his full length down her swallowing throat.

Ming and Caroline excused themselves to tend to the baby, leaving Carlene and Brenda standing with Dennis, Steve and Billy Joe. Carlene was about to say something, when Steve touched her on the arm. Turning to face him, he covered her mouth with his. Brenda stepped in front of Dennis and cupped his balls through his pants.

"So Dennis, let's see what you have in here," Brenda rasped.

Billy Joe stepped behind Brenda and fondled her tits from behind. Dennis pulled his pants open and pushed them down revealing his long slender erection to the tiny brunette.

"Holy Shit!" Brenda gasped. "You ain't gonna get that whole thing in me!"

Dennis chuckled. "You'll be surprised how much of that will go inside of you."

Steve and Carlene quickly stripped each other, falling back on one of the sofas locked in a frantic embrace. Carlene's hands found Steve's stiffening prick and pumped him as their mouths remained together. Carlene grunted her approval as Steve pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy.

Brenda took Dennis' cock into her mouth and ravenously sucked him as deep as her throat would allow, without gagging. Billy Joe stripped out of his clothes and pulled Brenda's shorts down over her little pug butt. His hand went between her legs, penetrating her soft hole with his fingers, stretching it as he pushed deep inside of her. He held his rock solid cock with his other hand and pushed it into her gaping pussy as he withdrew his fingers. Brenda gagged as Billy pushed her forward onto Dennis' long prick. She pushed back and impaled herself on Billy's intruding member. Dennis held her head to keep Billy from choking her when Billy Joe rammed into her from behind. Brenda erupted in a series of sharp orgasms.

Carlene rolled Steve over onto his back and crawled between his legs, pushing his knees far apart. She gobbled his rigid cock into her mouth and swallowed him whole. Her tongue rested under his balls as her face pushed against his hairy belly. He could feel her throat all the way along his dick, just like when Caroline sucked him down. The feeling was sublime. He laid back and let the blond Amazon drummer have her way with him.

Steve felt her long finger slide into his tight ass hole, while she had him completely buried in her throat. Her finger was the final stimulation necessary to release his torrential flood into her fluctuating gullet. He emptied his balls deep in her throat. She consumed his every drop.

Billy hammered into Brenda. Her skin-tight pussy milked his thrusting cock until he surged into her with a great howl and a monstrous wad of molten sperm. She quickly filled to capacity. Thick gobs of milky cum oozed around Billy's pulsing cock and squished out and down her legs each time he pushed back into her. As he started to soften, he pulled out of her juicy hole and fell back onto the floor behind her. Camille rushed over to him and took him in her mouth, gathering the co-mingled fluids from their swift fucking into her mouth.

Brenda continued to suck on Dennis' hard cock. Her tongue moved relentlessly as she moved her head back and forth. Dennis pushed her back on the floor and rolled her over on her stomach. He pushed his arm under her and lifted her up like a rag doll. She leaned forward on her hands as he held her knees off the floor. Guiding his cock into her cum-filled cunt with his free hand, he pulled her back until he was imbedded snuggly deep inside of her. Then he fucked her. Each time his long cock bottomed out in her cunt, she grunted loudly. For many minutes, he assailed her, bringing her to repeated mini-orgasms.

Rita and Cool watched as Steve, Billy and Dennis fucked Brenda and Carlene. Steve was cumming ferociously in Carlene's mouth. Her backside was aimed high into the air as she sucked on Steve's hard cock. Cool crawled in behind her and slipped his thick hard cock deep into her dripping cunt before she even knew he was there. Grabbing her firmly by the haunches, he rammed deep into her. Carlene pulled off Steve's cock, moaning with pleasure as Cool ploughed into her hot pussy. Steve's cum drooled from her mouth and dribbled on his flaccid cock.

Rita went to them and licked the thick sperm off Steve and then turned her face to Carlene. Their mouths came together in a wet tongue kiss. Rita could taste Steve's cum in Carlene's mouth. Rita groped Carlene's pendulous tits as they swung beneath her from Cool's hard plunges into her upturned cunt.

"Fuck my butt, Dennis," Brenda pleaded. "Shove that beautiful cock in my ass, Baby."

Camille reached her hand between Dennis and Brenda, dipping her long finger in Brenda's hot cunt next to Dennis' cock. When she pulled it out, shiny with their fuck juice, she eased it into Brenda's hot rosebud. Camille felt Brenda clench her sphincter tightly around her slippery digit. She dipped her fingers into Brenda's cunt again and then stuck two fingers in her little hole. Three more times she repeated the routine until she had four fingers buried in Brenda's cute butt. Then she helped Dennis guide his eleven-inch poker into her.

Pushing gently, he slid easily into her pre-stretched opening. He carefully entered her, slowly advancing until his entire length was buried in her hot ass.

"It's all the way in, Baby," Camille whispered in the delicate girls ear. "Now enjoy the moment, it don't get no better than this."

Brenda lay with her cheek on Camille's thigh. Camille stroked her face and whispered softly to her as Dennis invaded her most secret place. Brenda hissed with each long revolution, relishing every sensation coursing through her spasming body. The fingers of Camille's right hand immersed themselves in Brenda's leaking pussy, gently nudging her red hot clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure to her excited brain.

Brenda's body went very rigid. A long shrill cry emanated from deep in her lungs and escaped through her cum coated throat. Her climax took her to almost total unconsciousness, coming at the same instant she felt Dennis spill his thick semen deep into her sucking bowels. Bathed in sweat, she pushed her face tightly into the space where Camille's legs came together, gasping for air and trembling as the aftershocks of her violent orgasms drifted through her spent body. 

Carlene slammed back against Cool, returning each lunge with her own. Rita lay on the floor in front of Carlene with her legs splayed open. Carlene lapped at her wet cunt, while Cool hammered into her from behind. She felt him explode inside of her. Her orgasm blasted through her center, sweeping her away on a wave of sensation. Carlene collapsed forward on top of Rita, their tits mashing flat together. Cool pushed forward and held himself all the way in her hot hole until he felt the last of her contractions. Then he left the two women cradled in each other's arms, their mouths locked together in a lust filled kiss.




Life Goes On Ch. 09



Dennis lifted Brenda up and laid her on a sofa. Camille tended to the small, childlike woman. She gently licked at her pussy and ass hole, savoring Dennis' discharges as she sucked them from the resting girl. Softly she kissed Brenda's nipples and then her parted lips. As Brenda recovered from her exhausting sexual journey she smiled and kissed Camille back, thanking her for sharing her experience.

"Looks like you got yourselves a couple of new players for your band," Debbie cooed, as she entered the studio from outside. "You should have called me, Honey."

"Happened kinda fast," Dennis told his future wife. "I'm sure we'll have more fun in the future, though."

"I can't wait," said Debbie, as she slowly stroked Dennis' cock.

Steve walked over to his mother and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi, Mom."

Debbie's other hand reached down and she wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard dick. 

"I think I'll be needing the both of you tonight," Debbie said.

Life Goes On at Islands Estates.