Life At Islands Estates Ch. 06

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

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

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

"Hi Helen," I greeted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look good, Helen," I said.

"You too, Cool," she returned.

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

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

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

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

"You horny?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fabulous," Helen commented.

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

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

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

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

"Told ya," Helen giggled.

"You two been having fun?" Marie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's hot," Marie said softly.

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