Life At Islands Estates Ch. 10

The limo delivered us back to the apartment whereupon, Dianne and Casey dropped us off and continued on to another engagement after Lisa, Rita, and I opted to go home. Rita promised us a midnight dessert and coffee in the Oriental room after we had changed out of our evening clothes and disappeared.

Lisa and I changed into nightclothes and joined up in the poshly decorated sitting room. Rita emerged with a tray covered with tasty petit-fors, and a carafe of coffee. We enjoyed the sweets and coffee.

"So, Rita," Lisa began. "How long do you want to stay in Florida?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Rita gushed. "I haven't even thought about what to take yet."

"You'll love Islands Estates, and Louise is just a doll. Camille is peaches too," Lisa continued.

"I know Camille," Rita explained. "She's been here several times visiting Dianne. Cool tells me she's expecting. I think that's so exciting."

"You know that the baby is Cool's, don't you?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, I know. I think it's so neat. I'd love to have kids someday. I just hope I can find a nice guy to marry," she said.

"I'm getting used to the idea of having a kid," I interjected. "I'm probably going to spoil him rotten. Just like me."

The girls giggled and Rita asked, " Did I spoil you this morning?"

"I could get used to that," I said.

"The boys gave Lisa the same treatment yesterday afternoon," said Rita.

"Oh God yes," Lisa breathed. "And then they both fucked me blind. Have you ever made it with the boys?"

"No, that's where I draw the line," Rita explained. "If I started with them, they'd pester me for the rest of my life. I love them dearly, but I don't want to be sexually involved with them."

"How do you feel about Cool and his relationship with his sisters?" asked Lisa.

"I don't have a problem with the idea, it's simply those two boys. They're a pain in my ass and I just don't want to have sex with either one of them. They're weird." She concluded.

"I can understand that," Lisa remarked and lit a cigarette.

Rita picked up the tray and placed it on the bar. She came back and sat next to Lisa on the sofa and fired a cigarette for herself. We chatted and Lisa told us she was heading for the bedstead.

Rita stood to leave too. I reached for her hand. "Spend the night with me?" I asked.

"You sure?"

"Yup."

We walked to the bedroom, her head resting against me as I held her. We undressed each other and slipped into the cool bed.

"I told Dianne I was going back with you tonight," Rita said as she curled against my side.

"How'd she react?" I asked.

"Oh, she was all excited and told me we'd have to pack all kinds of clothes. She wanted to know for how long and I told her I wasn't sure. She said that if I decided to stay for a while, just to let her know so she could find another housekeeper. I told her to find somebody right away." Rita was making plans.

"Great," I said, "Louise will be stoked when she hears, our last girl ran away to South Florida with my dad. Our house is huge and it takes more than one person to keep track of it."

"Tell me about it," she said.

I spent the next half hour telling her all about Islands Estates, and the Coastal Florida area. I also told her about all of the women that I had around me there and how I hoped it wouldn't bother her that I was involved with them. She assured me she was cool with my lifestyle. Things were much more laid back there than it was with Dianne.

I told Rita that tomorrow I wanted to buy some stuff for the baby to take home. She said that we'd make a special mission just to fill my wish list in the morning and the rest of the day we could go to New Jersey and sight see.

Rita's hand had found it's way to my chest and she was idly brushing her fingers through the soft hairs on me. Her head was on my shoulder and my hand reached down her back and cupped her butt cheek. She snuggled closer.

"How you feel about Camille and me making a baby?" I asked.

"I love kids. I'd like to have some with the right guy. Certainly, not my brothers. But I think that if you and Camille want to have a child, it's wonderful. I'm really happy for Camille because she's such a great lady," she said.

I had forgotten that Rita and Camille had met before.

"Jersey is as far as I've ever been from the city," Rita remarked.

I couldn't believe she'd lived in the concrete jungle all her life and hadn't seen all the neat places that I had. We were about to embark on an adventure.

I squeezed Rita's cheek and she purred against my chest. Her soft fingers traveled down over my stomach and circled my soft prick. She kneaded me gently. I started to grow in her hand. Her lips searched for mine and we kissed again. This time it was slow and deep, tongues darting in and out, wrestling. Her foot swept slowly up my leg and back down. Rita is sensuous and warm. I sought her breasts and touched her rigid nipples, rubbing and teasing each until she moaned softly. I bent my head down and sucked her bud into my mouth and nursed on it, then the other. Rita rolled her head back and I listened as she breathed through her mouth. I pulled my arm from under her head and rolled on top.

I pushed between her legs and positioned myself to mount her. As my stiff cock touched her wet lips, Rita arched her back, pushing herself around my engorged head. We lowered back to the bed together. I advanced a little farther into her tight sheath, savoring the warmth of her. I rocked back and then pushed in a little farther. Rita exhaled and pushed up again, pulling me in. Her tightness was incredible. I felt every ripple of her inner walls slipping along my cock, as I dipped deeper into her well.

It took several minutes before we nestled together, belly to belly. I stayed quite still, only moving slowly in short movements until she expanded enough to allow us a smooth motion. We hadn't spent a long time on foreplay and she took a while to lubricate so she was comfortable. We increased our movements gradually until I was hammering into her with long forceful strokes bringing long growling moans from her throat. I started to boil quickly and felt the rumblings of impending climax building. Rita was throwing herself furiously at me. My first impulse was to hold back but I was too late. I thrust against her as I felt myself bursting inside of her. Her tightness increased as she clenched her muscles around me signifying her release was upon her. I erupted again and she clenched harder, pulling me deeper into her being. I flooded her again and she clenched me again, until we were both spent.

We rolled over, remaining coupled, her face tucked into my chest. I held her gently.

"You feel good inside me," she whispered. I flexed and she sighed.

We fit together very nicely. Her cunt was warm and soft, and snug like a winter glove. We stayed linked together, not moving. Her breath became deep and even as she drifted off to sleep. My cock was still inside of her. Not hard, but not quite soft either. I flexed myself a couple of times and I felt her stir. She didn't wake up, she just moved a little. I slowly humped into her and soon I was stiff again. She remained asleep. I kept moving in slow short strokes, easily so as not to wake her. After a long time, I could feel myself getting ready to cum again. I continued my slow assault until I gently dumped my nuts in her hot pussy again. It was pure torture to let myself go without disturbing her sleep. Her cunt involuntarily milked me as I released into her. What a fantastic feeling.

Rita stirred, we were still coupled but I was shrinking. Her tightness soon pushed me out. I don't remember falling asleep. But, I'll always remember that night with Rita.

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I was yanked from sleep by Rita's insistent shaking on my shoulder. "Cool, get the phone. It's your dad."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes free of sleep and reached for the receiver. "That you, Pop?"

"Jesus boy, it's after 7:00 in the fricking morning and you're still in the rack? You got way too much money," he bellowed.

"Dianne and her friends are trying to fuck me to death. What's a mother to do?" I whined back.

"Look, Chum, when you coming back south?" he asked.

"We're planning on Friday, but I'm flexible. Why?" I asked.

"I got wind of a land deal we can't pass up and we gotta go fast on it. You know the state land across the river from us there? Well, it's for sale along with a huge tract that reaches all the way over past U.S. 1 and north about seventeen miles, and all the way over to the coastal highway. Might be eighty square miles or more. We need to look at the legal on it and get that shyster lawyer on it pronto. The feds are going to kill us on capital gains again, this year, if we don't get rid of some money on something big soon." The old man was excited. I had seen it before and it always meant he made lots of money, As if he needed any more, he had more than the Vatican now.

"We have plans today. How about if I talk to Lisa and we'll fly Thursday?" I asked.

"I'll hold, find her and bring her to the phone," he instructed.

I called through the door and Lisa stuck her head into the room. I asked about early departure and she said she would be ready at my command. I relayed the information to dad and he asked if we could detour through Miami and pick him up on our way. Lisa concurred and our plans were made. I informed Rita of our schedule and we decided to make the shopping run early and forego the sightseeing so we could pack and have our freight delivered to the airport for our departure the next day.

I jumped out of bed, showered and gulped some coffee and went down to Dianne's office to relay our schedule to her.

The door of the elevator opened into her private office and I found her seated at her desk deeply involved in a long distance conversation with one of her manufacturers. Her call ended and she stood and came around the desk to hug me. She was barely dressed in sheer flowing silk but she was stunning. I told her of our plans for early return to Florida due to business. She pouted.

"I'm stealing Rita," I announced.

"So I was told. You treat her like a lady; she's different from all the rest. She's gentle," Dianne instructed.

"She's hot like a two dollar pistol too," I said.

"I'll have your clothes all packed and sent to the airport tonight. If you have anything else you want sent there, tell the boys and they will take care of it," she stated.

I told her of my plans to shop for gifts for the baby this morning and she said Rita would get one of the twins to help us find what we needed and get it all to the airport. We also made plans to spend the evening with just Lisa, Rita, Dianne and myself at the apartment for dinner. She grabbed the phone, made a quick series of calls and sent me back up in the elevator.

Cory drove us over to Hoboken to a monstrous toy store where I purchased several stuffed animals, two baseball gloves and a bat along with a box of baseballs. Lisa helped me find a whole selection of infants clothing for both boys and girls at a department store. We stopped at a jewelry store on the way back to Dianne's where I bought Louise and Camille matching diamond studded Rolex watches and a pair of dangly diamond earrings for Helen. I got Dianne an emerald broach for putting up with us and for Marie I found a large diamond and ruby butterfly pin. On impulse, I also bought two huge diamond and blue topaz cocktail rings that went about four carets total weight. I intended to give the rings to Lisa and Rita on the flight home.

The lady in the jewelry store was a bit skeptical as she totaled the ticket on my purchases. She asked how I intended to pay the one hundred six thousand dollars.

"I don't carry that kind of cash with me," I said. "But, if I could trouble you for the use of your phone, I'll have my bank issue certified funds to cover a check."

I made a brief call to our friend Vince Pitello, at the bank in Flagler and handed the phone to the clerk. She smiled and nodded and made a note on the ticket and hung up.

"I'll just find you some pretty velvet boxes for your gifts and be right back, Mr. Ellis. Is there anything other way I might serve you this morning?" she asked.

Lisa giggled in Rita's ear, "Not unless you want to give him a blow job."

Rita cracked up and I just looked at the two women and shook my head. The lady asked for me to follow her back into the office to sign receipts for the certified check and wait until another girl would bring the jewels in. I sat in a big leather chair and watched the lady efficiently complete the papers for the sale of the jewels.

Her name was Connie. She was a small woman and nicely packaged in a gray business type suit and white blouse. She wore hose and heels and her hair and makeup were pleasing. We made small talk while we waited for the package.

"I heard the crack your friend made out there," she said.

"Don't pay any attention to her, she's an airplane pilot," I replied.

"She's lovely," Connie said wishfully. "And I would, you know."

"Would what?" I asked.

"Suck your cock. For a sale like you just made, I'd have your baby," she breathed.

I stood up and walked around her desk. I leaned on it facing her, both feet still on the floor. I unzipped my fly. She reached in and pulled my erection out.

"Oh my," she said as she covered me with her mouth. She went right to work and gave me a very professional blowjob, swallowing my discharge and not spilling a drop. I zipped up and took my seat just as the other girl brought in our package. After the other girl departed, I thanked my lady friend; laid two one hundred dollar bills on the center of her desk and said, "Take off your panties."

She removed her tiny thong and held it out, hanging on her finger. I took the wisp of black lace and tucked it in my pocket. I walked out the door and found the girls by the front door waiting patiently for my return.

I thanked Lisa for tipping off the saleslady about the blowjob and we climbed into the limo. The ride back was short and quiet.

"Did she suck you off?" Rita asked as we climbed out of the limo.

"Of coarse she did," Lisa said. "Just look at him. He's all smug and full of himself."

I just smiled, and held up the panties.

We carried our bundles out of the elevator and found a pile of cardboard boxes sitting in the foyer. Cory and Craig were frantically packing all the clothes Dianne had put in my closet and she had also arranged for a whole pile of stuff for Lisa and the girls back home. Rita's belongings were also being readied for the trip. I asked Lisa how much we could carry on the jet, and was informed that we could fill the passenger compartment full and still have enough power.

The boys spent the afternoon ferrying everything down to the garage where it was loaded on a delivery van whereupon Lisa and the boys made a run the airport to load and make arrangements for fuel and file the flight plan.

Rita made arrangements for a caterer to bring dinner in and at eight o'clock; we were seated around the table in Dianne's dining room enjoying a fabulous prime rib. The girls were beautiful, as always. Dianne would be sad to see us go, but after I explained my call from dad, she understood.

Dianne looked at the other two women and asked, "Do either of you mind if I have my baby brother after dinner for a while?"

They both shook their heads and giggled. "Prime rib for dinner, prime man meat for dessert," Lisa giggled.

After we had finished dinner, the girls excused themselves and left Dianne and me alone. She stood and motioned for me to follow her to her bedroom. As we entered, she closed the door behind us. Her room reminded me of The War Room at home.

The room was black marble, of coarse, with mirrored ceilings. A gigantic dark wood canopy bed dominated the center of one wall with two huge matching nightstands on either side. A great wooden chest, dresser and armoire graced the other walls and thick black carpeting covered the floor. A huge dark brown leather sofa and chair sat across the room from the bed.

Dianne excused herself and disappeared into a dressing room and returned wearing a leather studded collar and leather cuffs on her hands and ankles and high heels.

She came into my arms and kissed me deeply and pointed to the posts at the foot of the bed. Two short chains hung at the top of the posts and at the bottom.

"Hook me up," Dianne instructed as she stood facing the bed and holding her arms up. I snapped a hook from each chain into a ring in each cuff and Dianne was now standing with her legs spread wide apart, hooked at the floor to each post and her arms were hooked high above her head to the top of each post.

"The straps are in the cabinet over there," Dianne said, indicating the large armoire with a nod of her head.

I opened the doors and was stunned at the extensive collection of leather whips and paddles. I selected one very similar to the one Louise preferred, about four inches wide, over a foot long and slightly flexible. I also chose a soft cat-o-nine-tails.

I stood behind Dianne and brandished the paddle on her twin globes 'til they shown bright pink. Dianne had uttered not a sound as I thumped her ass firmly with the strop. I switched to the other whip and laid it softly across her back, leaving a row of pink marks.

"Again," she said.

WHOOSH!

"Again," she begged.

WHOOSH!

"Again, harder."

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three times. Her head hung forward. Her back was covered with pink welts. She never even whimpered.

I stood back and inspected my sister's condition. I had not been very aggressive with the strapping, but you could still see the reddening of her skin. This was not my forte, but I participated out of respect for Dianne's wishes. I removed my shirt and pants, and kneeled behind my suspended sister. Running my hand up between her stretched open thighs, I discovered her to be leaking female lubricant profusely from her neatly shaven slit. I kissed her buttocks and swirled my tongue over her tiny rosebud. Dianne stiffened and took a deep breath with the contact of my tongue. I continued to lick and fondle her bottom as I slipped a finger into her seeping pussy. I played with her for a long time. Her juices flowed out of her and down her legs. My hands were drenched.

I crawled up on the bed and lay on my back, with my head between her legs, facing up. I licked up at her dripping hole and she yelped when my tongue swiped her clit. She attempted to clamp her legs against my head but was prevented from doing so by the restraints, which held her firmly spread-eagle, and upright above my face. Her big breasts were heaving with her labored breathing and she was slick with sweat.

I reached up and grasped her heavy tits and kneaded them firmly. She threw her head back and moaned.

"I want you in me," said Dianne.

"Not just yet," I replied, roughly slapping her extended clit with my tongue again. Her secretions were soaking my face. I love it when a female gets excited and oozes her scented juices on me.

"I need you now," Dianne begged with much more urgency.

"Oh, I don't know. You've been an absolutely terrible girl today, and I'm not sure if you should be allowed the pleasure of my attention or not." I was really laying it on thick now. Dianne was getting tense and I was enjoying the fact that I had control of my controlling sister.

"Please, Cool, let me down and fuck me, I really need you in me," she pleaded.

Her hips were bucking, pushing her pussy against my wet face. I extracted myself from between her legs and went back behind her. I picked up the paddle and laid another sharp stroke on her pink cheeks. Dianne trembled through a brief climax.

I released her feet first and then her hands, pushing her face down over the foot of the bed. With her feet still on the floor, and her tortured ass in the air, I pushed my hard cock into her slobbering cunt. She gasped as my beefy intruder slipped into her smoldering sheath. I bucked into her hole holding her firmly by her haunches. Dianne was gurgling into the bed.