Life At Islands Estates Ch. 16

Dianne spoke first, "Do I please you, Louise?"

"Yes, Child, you're simply gorgeous," Louise answered.

Dianne took three or four steps toward Louise and kneeled on the floor next to the chaise. Louise's dark hand reached out and stroked her cheek. Dianne took her hand in hers and kissed the palm, lovingly. Louise pulled Dianne close to the chaise and their lips met in a long erotic kiss.

Dianne caressed the black woman's face with her hands as their kiss became torrid. She brushed her fingers down her neck and shoulders and over the swell of her huge tits, pushed high by the fit of the bustier. Louise sucked her breath in as Dianne's fingers found her rock hard nipples and started to gently knead them. Dianne replaced her fingers with her hot mouth and brought a deep groan from the older woman's throat.

"That's it, Honey, suck on Mama Lou's big titties," Louise managed to squeak, as Dianne nibbled on her tender buttons.

Disengaging herself from Louise, Dianne reached behind her and tugged the zipper holding the bustier in place down and carefully released the garter tabs holding the fishnet hose high on the Louise's legs. Folding the pink garment, Dianne placed it neatly on the bed and returned her attention to Louise. Her mouth trailed down across the dark skin of the older woman, leaving a shiny trail of saliva from her wet tongue. Her hands found the top of a fishnet stocking and rolled it gently down Louise's leg, and off over her toe, first one leg then the other. The stockings were folded and placed beside the bustier.

Kneeling at her feet, Dianne took Louise by the foot and started mouthing her toes. She thoroughly bathed each black toe with her tongue, then she moved along the foot to the heel, licking and laving as she went. She attended first to one foot, then the other, before moving higher up on each leg to the next erogenous area of Louise's body. Leaving no nook or cranny unexplored, Dianne's tongue sent wave after wave of erotic sensation coursing through Louise.

The ritual lasted far into the night. Dianne's final destination was the furry black junction of Louise's thighs. The fair skinned blond burrowed deep into the center of Louise, tearing orgasm after orgasm from within. Dianne's face, awash from the many eruptions she had coaxed from Louise sparkled in the candlelight, as she rose up from her position between Louise's legs.

Louise pushed herself up on her elbows, smiling down at her supine lover.

"You have learned to give pleasure very well, Child," Louise hissed, her breathing still ragged from her many climaxes. "I shall reward such pleasure with whatever pleasure you desire. Simply make your request."

"The big one, Mistress," Dianne said. "Daddy's big one."

Louise understood and she stood to go to the nightstand. Dianne removed the black negligee, and stood with her hands at her sides as Louise removed the huge strap-on dildo from the drawer. Strapping the faux cock around her waist and pulling the straps tight, Louise handed the bottle of lubricant to Dianne, who dropped to her knees. She poured a liberal amount of the slippery liquid into her palm and coated the twelve-inch phallus. Pouring another pool in the palm of her hand, she wasted no time in lubricating both her pussy lips and the ring around her anus.

Dianne stood and positioned herself over the high back of the lounger, spreading her legs to receive the intrusion from behind. Louise carefully placed the tip of the gigantic dick through Dianne's lubricated labia and eased in slowly. Dianne tensed and relaxed allowing Louise further access to her seething love tunnel. Ever so slowly, advancing into her depths, Louise sent the monster cock, until all that remained showing was the leather attaching the dildo to Louise. Dianne moaned her bliss into the cushion. Louise withdrew and probed anew, Dianne moaned again. Soon, Louise was sawing in and out of Dianne with very little resistance.

Dianne moaned constantly as Louise assaulted her cunt, taking the big blond girl over the edge to euphoria. Removing the burley dick from Dianne's pussy, Louise raised it up and leaned in against her puckered ass hole. Dianne pushed back forcing her tight opening over the head of the huge intruder. Unable to accept the entire length of the long dildo into her bowels, Dianne warned her lover that she had ventured deep enough. Louise accepted Dianne's plea and allowed her to move on it at her own speed. Dianne humped on and off the big hard cock and without realizing it, had taken nearly it's full length into her ass.

Dianne's grunts and moans increased as Louise lunged into her, until once again she was consumed in orgasm, soaking the high back of the lounger with her flowing juices. As Dianne reached her climax, the stimulation, on her clit from the friction of the strap-on, took Louise over the brink and threw her into throbbing contractions of her own.

Spent, Louise withdrew the love toy from Dianne's recesses and sat heavily on the bed. The ever-stiff cock protruded grotesquely, from Louise's lap, glistening with Dianne's secretions. Both women were exhausted from their exertions. Each had been satisfied by the other. They both hungered for more, but it would not happen tonight.

Louise removed the strap-on from her waist, washed and dried it and placed it carefully in the drawer next to her bed. They showered together, toweled each other dry and crawled between the cool sheets. The fair blond woman and her black adopted mother, lovers whenever their situations allowed, snuggled together like spoons until sleep took them under its protective wing until morning.

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A hard rolling burst of thunder shook the old mansion to its foundation. Rain pelted the windows on the west side, facing the river, and the wind whipped through hammocks and tall pines around the house. I lay in the bed, Rita and Camille tangled together in a heap on one side of me oblivious of the tempest raging outside. It was dark except for the lightening flashing through the cracks between the drawn draperies. I picked up my Rolex from the nightstand and the glowing hands pointed to two fifty-five.

Spring storms were common along the coast. I was sure this one would pass within a few hours and tranquility would return to the dunes. If it rained on Sunday, the day of the wedding, I was certain that Louise would certainly die of apoplexy. Her plans were exclusively designed for the front lawn and she would wrestle with God for sure if he sent rain to dampen her day. I smiled to myself and drifted back off to sleep.

Bright sunlight and little hands on my face drug me from deep slumber. Little Caroline had been cast upon me to wrench me from the sandman. Camille was all smiles and was busy hanging clean clothes in my closet. Rita breezed into the room and the activity kicked up another notch. Caroline gurgled and crawled all over me and the girls were chattering away about how beautiful it was outside and how wonderful it would be if I could keep the kid occupied so they could get things done upstairs.

Suddenly, they were gone and it was just the baby and I. I put the kid on the floor and found some shorts and a shirt. Caroline made a beeline for the fishpond and sat on the floor watching the big colorful koi swimming in the water. I got a handful of food pellets and we sat there throwing pellets to the fish for over an hour. This kid was cool.

I felt the need of food myself, so we climbed the steps to the kitchen. Not yet fifteen months old and Caroline could crawl up the steps like a puppy. Louise had pancakes ready to fry and I put the baby in her high chair and made ready to share my breakfast with her. In no time flat, the both of us were covered in butter and syrup and in deep dark trouble with Mama Lou.

Sandra swept into the kitchen wearing one of her new summer sundresses, looking like a new person. Louise was explaining how she didn't really have the time for bathing us after breakfast and it would be to our benefit to quit throwing food at each other and on her clean floor. Geez, we were just playing. Sandra scooped Caroline from her chair and promised Louise to have her sparkling clean in no time. I finished eating and retreated to the safety of the sound studio.

I was picking some notes on my Framus, when Dennis entered through the door. I jumped up and crossed the room to greet him. He had a big, cowboy hat wearing gent with him.

"Waylon, this is the guitar player I've been telling you about," Dennis said, to the tall cowboy. "Cool, meet Waylon Jennings. Waylon, this is Virgil, but we call him Cool."

I shook the big man's hand and welcomed him to our home. He scanned my little studio with a practiced eye and nodded his approval.

"Nice setup," he drawled. This guy was country all the way to the bone. "Slim here says you pick some."

I raised one eyebrow as high as I could get it, looked at Dennis, and asked, "Slim?"

"Yeah, well. He's got nicknames for everybody. Kinda like Cool, you know?" he defended.

"Right, Slim," I drawled back.

"I'm playing bass again, with Waylon's band. We're doing a different style of music now. Waylon calls it Outlaw Country," Dennis said.

"You bring your axe?" I asked.

"Out in the car. I'll get 'em," Dennis said.

"Kid's good," Waylon said. "Says you're the best picker he's ever heard. That right?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just play at it," I answered.

Dennis returned with his bass and Waylon's Telecaster. I rolled out a couple of amps and put tape in the record decks. I switched the mic-mixer on and plugged in three microphones. I grabbed the pone and dialed Marie's number and asked her to come down and jam with us.

After a quick tune up, Dennis and the stranger launched into an interesting instrumental medley of Buddy Holly songs. After I had grooved in on where they were going, Waylon stepped up to the mike and started singing his rendition of Peggy Sue. I was tight with them, getting the feel of their rhythm when Marie entered the studio and slipped her synthetic drum machine into our mix. Waylon nodded his approval. Marie jumped in on piano and the studio was filled with kick-ass hard country music. Waylon took a lead chop, handed it over to Marie, who dazzled him with her expertise on the keys. Looking at me, he nodded that it was my turn. I tromped down on the foot switch engaging the fuzz-tone effects, cranked up the volume and jerked a six-minute lead riff from way down deep inside.

We modulated through four or five different Holly songs, keeping the same beat, and within each different tune, we each took a lead. We sang harmonies like we'd been together forever. The medley lasted for twenty or more minutes without a break in the music. I had the whole thing on tape.

When the music is right, the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I was bristling. This was great. Dennis was fantastic on bass, Jennings was a natural, Marie had all the right moves, and even if I do say so myself, I could still smoke your ass on lead guitar.

"If we had us a drummer, instead of that machine," Waylon said, "We'd be pretty fair."

"I can have a drummer here in thirty minutes," I said, reaching for the phone to see if Al, our old drummer, had gotten in from up north. Al answered on the second ring and after a short conversation he said he was on his way. I had drums set up so all he needed was his sticks. We started jamming again and shortly; Al sauntered in and climbed behind my drum set. He made a few adjustments and then we got down to business.

The session lasted until after three in the afternoon and we had drawn a crowd. Helen and Karen heard us and came over. Gerald, Denny's mother, Gail and Chrissie, Rita and Camille, Dad and Jan, Louise and Caroline, all crowded into the studio to hear the music. We had us a party going on and the wedding wasn't until tomorrow.

Louise finally threw in the towel. She ordered Gerald to fire up the big bar-b-cue grill outside and went up to get some ribs and cob corn ready to throw at it. She wrapped potatoes in foil and we broke out a case of brewski's. That's how we do it in the south, y'all. We piled the patio behind the house full of chairs, put up a big folding table and had us a back yard cook out.

Mr. Jennings was most impressed with Marie and I and asked if either or both of us were interested in doing some studio work with him in the future. We both said yes and Marie was in seventh heaven. I figures Nashville was as good a place to visit as any.

The party lasted 'til long after dark. The participants drifted away gradually, leaving the cowboy, Dennis and I sitting in the dark, beating off the mosquitoes. Denny grew tired and he and Waylon headed for the boathouse to get some sleep.

I went inside and found Rita and Camille snuggled up in the bed. I checked in on Caroline, upstairs in her little nursery, where Louise could hear her if she woke in the night. I went back down to the studio, rolled the tape we had recorded earlier in the day and splashed a dram of House of Lords over some ice and sat on the sofa and listened to the music. I felt great. Music done correctly has a way of making you feel great.

I finished my drink, showered quickly and slid into bed next to the girls. Camille climbed across me to the other side and moved close. Rita moved her head to my shoulder.

Tomorrow would be the biggest of my life. Rita and Camille and I would take a big step. I felt each of them stir and sigh. Life was really good at Islands Estates.