Life At Islands Estates Ch. 11

After he went upstairs, I walked next door and tapped on the kitchen door. Helen swept into the room in a sexy black caftan and answered the door smiling. I kissed her lightly and spent a few minutes explaining our intention to start developing the property north of the estate and asked if she could make herself available to meet with me for lunch tomorrow. She seemed most interested to hear what I had in mind. After declining her invitation to visit for a while, I returned home for dinner with the family.


And what a grand dinner it was. Florida lobster tails stuffed with crabmeat stuffing and baked to perfection, with cole slaw and twice baked potatoes smothered with shredded cheese and sour cream. Home made biscuits with marmalade and butter and peach cobbler. No restaurant in New York could match Louise when it comes to good old southern style home cooking. Rita rolled her eyes and smiled at the first taste of lobster and I knew in an instant that she and Louise would have a lot of recipes to share.

Camille had been quiet all through dinner. When the plates had been cleared and the coffee poured, I reached for her cup and indicated she should join me out by the pool. I pulled two chairs close together and sat facing her.

"Why so quiet, Sweetie?" I asked my sister.

"I feel like puking most of the time now," Camille said, softly. "This being pregnant is for the birds. But I want this baby so much."

I held Camille's hand and asked her when her next trip to the doctor would be and she said on Monday, which was four days away. I told her to ask him about something for the nausea and she said she would. We chatted long after dark. Louise, Rita and dad finally interrupted us, when they came out by the pool. Louise was in a marvelous mood and was holding on to Rita's arm as if to keep her from escaping.

Dad was toting two beers and handed me one. I told him I had spoken with Helen briefly and would be having lunch with her tomorrow. He painted on his best shit eating grin at the news and told me to slip her a little pork for him. I told him to do it himself, she was home by herself and I had declined the offer earlier. He excused himself and I assumed he was on his way over to plant the big one in Helen. I hadn't seen or heard a word about Roger and when I asked Louise about him she shrugged and said he hadn't been around.

Louise told me Gerald had been busy on the lawns and was planning to do some landscaping out front and wanted to repair the pumps in the big fountain. I told her to give him the go ahead and do what he wanted. The place has never looked as good as it does now.

Rita was nodding off as we sat and talked and Louise ushered her off to her bedroom. Camille was tired too and after she departed. Louise returned and sat next to me.

"Get Camille something for the nausea," I said. "She's miserable."

"First thing in the morning," said Louise. "So tell me about Rita."

"She seems to be everybody's curiosity, these days," I said.

I told her all about Rita and how she was disappointed in the bizarre activities at Dianne's place. I gave her a detailed account of my whirlwind time spent with my older sister. I told her I thought it was just a bit much myself, but who am I to talk? I detailed Rita's excellent talents as a masseuse and hair stylist.

"Not to mention," I concluded, "she's a fantastic lover."

Louise laughed and said, "Well she might not get much of a break from things carnal, around here either. But she's really eager to help with the house. I think she's wonderful and I'm glad you brought her home."

"Me too," I said.

"I missed you, Baby Boy," said Louise, as she touched me tenderly on the cheek with her fingers. "You still got time for an old goat like me?"

"Absolutely," I said. "C'mon downstairs after you change and let's grovel."

She chuckled, stood up and as she walked away, she said over her shoulder, "I'm changing already. See you in a few minutes."

After feeding my fish, I lit a few candles, turned the bed covers back and turned on some soft music. I retrieved the diamond crested Rolex, I had purchased for Louise in New York, from my dresser and put it on the nightstand. I stripped out of my clothes and was standing in the dressing area when I heard Louise enter the bedroom. She was humming softly as she approached wearing a mink stole around her shoulders and high heels. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears. Other than that, she was naked.

She stood in the bedroom and looked in at me standing undressed. She had a glass in each hand and I pointed to the chairs by the fishpond and she sat. Louise looked good. I had been having sex with mostly slender women, except that Casey friend of Dianne's, and I liked the look of Louise's voluptuous figure sitting nude in the chair with her legs crossed. I crossed the room to her and kissed her hard on the lips. My hand found her big tits and I fondled them vigorously during the kiss. Her hand cupped my balls and massaged them.

"Take a chair, Baby Boy," Louise instructed. "We gotta make us a plan."

Being as she had me by the balls, literally, I opted to sit. Louise sipped her drink and eyed me over the rim of the glass.

"I've been with your pappy over forty years," Louise began. "And I know all the signs. He's about to make a whole bunch of money and he's going to be a bear while he's doing it. Don't let him intimidate you. Make him listen if you have an idea. I'll help if I can, but I'm getting old."

"He says were going to sit on the land for now and watch things," I told her. "He knows that I'm not ready to get too involved and Camille is a ways off too. But it'll be a money maker some day, I'll bet on it." I sipped my Scotch.

"You're probably right," said Louise. "So, you hung up on the redhead or is she just another toy?"

"That's kinda cold, Lou," I said. "I think she's a really nice chick and I like her a lot."

"Just askin'," she said. "You know that Marie and Dennis are almost shacked up down by the river, don't ya?"

"I'm happy for both of them," I answered. "Marie needs something stable and I ain't it. Dennis needs a mother figure to cling to, other than his mother. They deserve each other. Marie is a hot number though."

"Oh, I know that's right," Louise lamented. "And can that girl eat pussy!"

I laughed. "Pervert."

"Look who's talkin'. He who gets laid by a different female every night," Louise wailed.

"So, the old man scratch your itch this afternoon?" I asked.

"Nope, he spent it on the phone with Schnitzer," she pouted.

"And now you're wantin' me to pat your pussy?" I deviled my beautiful black partner in crime.

"No, I want you to fuck it, not pat it." She was looking me straight in the eye. Her eyes danced brilliantly in the candlelight.

"So be it, My Black Queen. Your slightest wish is my command," I relented.

She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wide, exposing her shiny wet outer lips. Her fingers parted her puffy, black labia, displaying her pink inner folds to my searching eyes. I sucked the last of the Scotch off the cubes in the glass, capturing a cube in my mouth. I kneeled on the floor at Louise's feet and pressed my mouth to her splayed cunt. She took a huge breath as my cold lips and tongue made contact with her boiling pussy.

She grabbed me by the ears and sat bolt upright in the chair when the ice cube touched her throbbing clit. Louise has a high tolerance for pain, but the ice cube on her clit took her to new heights. Within a few seconds if the initial contact, she was off in orgasm land. "Oh, My God, that's cold," she cried, flopping back in the chair. I popped the cube out in my hand and ran it down the inside of her thigh. Again she sucked her breath in sharply but, this time she just held it until I was finished sliding the cold cube down her leg. Then she collapsed back into the chair.

Louise's cunt lips hung limply open and I could see into her dark recesses. I closed my mouth over her again and slashed at her with my tongue. She humped my face frantically bringing her self to another release. I love to torture a hot sexy woman with my tongue and Louise is no exception. She responds energetically and soars high into sexual oblivion at the sensations I cause with my mouth. I enjoy Louise as much or more than any woman I have ever been with. And, she gives as much pleasure as she receives, maybe more.

My jaw was tiring. I wanted to fuck. I backed away and pulled Louise to the bed. We stood, kissing feverishly until I simply leaned over, carrying us both down on the huge bed. Louise pushed herself back and I positioned myself over her. I ploughed into her gaping pussy and Louise threw back against me. Our bodies smacked together. I crawled forward, pushing her farther up on the bed with my cock. I tried to crawl through her. She forced her hefty body back against me, not giving an inch. I pulled back and slammed in again. She met me with a resounding heave of her body jarring us as we collided together. This continued for perhaps fifteen or more bone crunching collisions before we settled into a steady, vigorous rhythm. Each time we came heavily together, one or the other, or both of us would grunt loudly. Great hissing discharges of breath escaped us as we thundered down the road to a horrific mutual sexual release.

I sent volumes of male ejaculate churning deep into her climaxing sexual cavity. Our lips were locked together in a savage, sucking kiss. My hands mashed her generous boobs and her nails raked across my back.

Our sexual spirits swirled together between us knitting together and falling over us like protective gossamer shroud. Louise and I were sexually bonded through some strange power that pulled us together like huge magnets.

As our physical passion passed, the spiritual passion hung in the room like the Aurora Borealis. Louise was still lying on her back on the bed, legs spread, glistening with perspiration. My discharges oozed lazily out of her and dribbled on the sheets. I went into the bath and turned water on filling the Jacuzzi tub. I found a towel and returned to Louise. I collected the remnants of our love making from her center and did my best to clean the bed. She pulled herself erect and followed me to the tub. I went to the bar and gathered a bottle of Rose and two flutes and returned to the tub. I slid into the warm, roiling water and poured us some wine.

"To us," I said as we toasted.

Our glasses clinked, "To all of us," said Louise. We drank and enjoyed the movement of the water.

Louise settled back and closed her eyes. I sat watching her. I could only imagine how she must have been forty years earlier. Her dark flashing eyes, smooth ebony skin, full pouting lips, huge bosom, and sparkling smile, would have made anybody a prize position to display whenever they stepped out. But isn't it strange how things have a way of taking a course you would never expect. For instance: Me, almost twenty years old, from a prominent southern family. More money than anyone could spend in ten lifetimes. Fucking more women in a week than most men do in their life. Sitting in the bath tub with a black woman, forty years my senior, after just having the most physically demanding sexual encounter of my young life, wishing she was my age so I could marry her. Not to mention that her daughter, my half sister, was pregnant with my baby.

You just tell me if life isn't strange sometimes.