I awoke early. The coffee cup was steaming on the nightstand. I was alone in the room. I sat up and tried the coffee. Scalding, perfect, Louise is priceless. The shower beating on my body reminded me I was alive and drove the sleep out of my tired brain. I reached for a towel and saw Camille standing by the door, naked.
"Good morning, Cool," she greeted.
"Hey, Sweetie," I replied. "How are you this morning?"
"Glad to be here," she answered.
"You're looking good this morning," I said.
"Thanks, you too," she said. "Tall Cool, can we talk?"
"Sure," I said. "Let's go in there so I can get my coffee."
We settled in the two huge leather chairs by the fishpond. I sipped my morning brew and Camille began, "Look, I know I've dumped a lot on you with this baby business. I hope you know that I'm not asking you to give up what you are to be a father to my baby. I want this child desperately, and I want it to be yours. I'm just asking you to be the stud, not buy the whole package. I hope you understand."
"Of coarse I do, Camille. Who knows, I might really take to the daddy thing. Only time will tell." I explained. "I wanted to have this conversation anyway and I'm glad we're having it now."
"That's good, I just wanted to clear the air before either of us got hung up," she continued. "Besides, I know how much your fucking around right now, and I didn't want this to interfere."
"It won't as long as we both keep everything in perspective," I said.
She smiled and stood up and walked over to my chair, took my cup and put it on the floor. "So fuck me," she said. "I want to get pregnant.
I pulled her into my lap and our lips met. Camille is hot and sensual, and felt good all over me. I pulled on her hard nipple with my fingers and she groaned. She stood up and pulled me up. My prick had risen to full extension. She crawled onto the edge of the bed and presented her ass to me. I stooped and mouthed her hot little cunt and spent a few seconds laving her tiny rosebud just because it was there.
I stood flatfooted on the floor and entered her from behind sliding all the way home. I fucked into her with long steady strokes. Her pussy clenched me each time I withdrew to the head and released me as I reentered. She had total muscle control over her cunt. It was almost mechanical, in and out, in and out. Until I felt myself getting ready to send a torrent of little wiggly baby makers into her womb. I held her firmly by the hips and throttled up until I emptied deep inside her. She grunted as she accepted my hot cum into her clutching center. She collapsed forward onto the bed popping forward off my softening cock. She rolled over, sat up and took me in her mouth and sucked me all the way down past her tonsils. She did that swallowing thing, with her throat, with me impaled all the way into her face. It feels marvelous when she does this before you cum, but afterwards, it defies description.
I felt the hardness returning and my enflamed cock stretched her mouth and throat. She continued to move her throat muscles on my cock head. I felt the stirrings in my nuts again and told her I was about to bless her with another deposit. She slid off my hardness and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I crawled up on the bed and drove into her with a vengeance. I had only to slide into her already slobbering hole a few times and once again, I emptied a huge load into her waiting womb.
I had only been out of bed an hour, and already, I had dumped two huge semen deposits into Camille. She was indeed on a mission to conceive.
"Thanks, Tall Cool," she said softly. "I really do love you."
"I know, Baby," I told her. "Now get your skinny, almost black, ass outa my sight so I can get cleaned up again." I smacked her on the bottom as she turned away from the bed. She whirled around and was on me like a tiger. We wrestled and I started to tickle her. We were both howling with laughter when Louise walked in.
"Wha'sup with this?" she asked.
"I just got two sperm injections from Tall," Camille declared.
"You best be savin' some for the carpet whore, Cool. Marie tells me she'll be loaded for bear when she gets here." Louise scolded.
"Camille comes first," I said.
I jumped up and headed for the shower for the second time today.
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Marie was in the kitchen wearing red short shorts and a red halter-top when I went upstairs. I hmm-hmm'd when I saw her knowing we were in for a time later.
"Twice, already?" she asked. "Shit, I have no privacy," I complained. "What time will your friend be here I asked.
"Elevenish," she said. "I don't know what to expect from her."
"So what's this secret between you two that you eluded to yesterday?" I asked.
"Well, I caught her going into a motel over in Palatka one night. She was with fourteen players from the varsity basketball team from St Augustine high school," she began. "I was there with someone I shouldn't have been with so I couldn't say anything. We were leaving as she and the boys were coming up the stairs to their room. My friend left in a hurry to avoid conflict and I sort of got invited to a gang-bang. You know me, I had a tough time saying no but I was smart enough not to get involved with the boys. I watched as each of them took a turn with her. Finally she knelt on the floor and each one of them jacked off onto her face and tits. She was absolutely covered with jizz. She had sucked or fucked or taken every one of them in her ass and she was plastered with it. I helped her get cleaned up and to her car. We've been sucking pussy now and then ever since but it's been a few months since I was with her. She's obsessed with being sprayed with fuck juice."
"So I gathered, after last night," I replied.
"She likes it rough too. She wants to be manhandled. Pushed around and spanked are on her list of kicks too," Marie continued. "I lashed her with a cat-o-nine-tails one night until I had to stop to rest. And she begged me for more."
"Another head case," I said and reached for the coffee pot.
I walked out on the balcony and saw Dennis helping Chrissie into her car, down by the boathouse. They appeared to be having a heated discussion and I surmised he was explaining life to her. She pulled out in a hurry and Dennis looked up toward the house. I raised the coffee cup in the air and gestured for him to join us.
He walked up to the house and Marie poured him a cup of Mama Lou's potent brew and we sat on the deck and enjoyed the morning.
"Your friend tightening the noose?" I asked.
"I think we just straightened things out," he answered. "I need a little space in our togetherness, but she just can't seem to comprehend that."
"She's young, you need to be hanging out with older women, who can appreciate what a great guy you really are," I said.
"I guess you'd know about that," he said. "You've got them all around you waiting in line to get at you."
"Look," I growled, "you're a great singer and guitar player. We come across bunches of hotties wherever we play. Take your pick, there's an endless selection of beautiful sensuous females just licking their lips when they see us. Help yourself."
"Aw, Cool, you know how hard it is for me to break the ice with women," he whined.
"Look, Dennis," I continued, "just take your mother as a for instance. She came here looking for you to scratch her itch, right? You were off in Daytona buying strings, and if I know you getting Chrissie to polish you pole, and when I offered her a beer, she turned to butter. Remember how hot she was for you, when Marie dressed her up the other day? Older women just get horny and go hunting. Let it happen. Speaking of which, there's a women coming to measure Marie's apartment for carpet in an hour or so and I got an idea we'll end up in The War Room. Are you interested in some nasty sex this afternoon?"
"Sure, why not." He responded. "Who is it?"
"Mrs. Kline from school," I answered.
"You have got to be shittin' me." He declared. "Mrs. Tight Ass herself?"
"One and the same," I said. I told him about yesterday at the carpet store and what Marie had told me about Palatka.
Marie joined us and Louise stood inside the kitchen listening for the gate buzzer. We talked about our music for a while and Marie started flirting with Dennis and had him all in a state when the gate alarm sounded. Marie jumped up and went to meet Carol at the door. Dennis and I stayed put for now. I told him that Marie was going to call me up in a little while and I'd let him know what the plan would be. He said he was going back down to the boathouse and I should call him when I wanted him to come back up to the house.
About five minutes after they went up to her apartment, Marie called and asked me to come upstairs. I smiled at Louise and she gave me the thumbs up as I left the room.
Upon entering Marie's lair, which was still in total disarray since the painting had begun, I saw Carol Kline busy with her tape measure, carefully measuring the room. She had her leather attaché case spread open on the coffee table and was drawing on squared paper, laying out each room, which would be getting carpet. She was wearing a soft, black leather, long-sleeved shorty jacket, over a strapless, skin-tight black leather shift. About three inches of the lace tops of her black hose were visible below the hem of her skirt and she had black, pointy-toed ankle boots with at least five-inch heels. Her makeup was severe, and her silver blue hair was swept neatly up on top of her head. This bitch was ready to go to war.
Each time she would take a measurement, she would bend forward at the waist to read the tape measure, causing her skirt to rise up in the back exposing her upper thighs, garter straps, and lower ass cheeks. The thin leather would stretch across her haunches, to the bursting point, each time she leaned over. The dress was held together by a single zipper that ran from under the armpit down to the hem of the skirt.
Carol smiled at me when she saw me enter the room and crossed over to me to greet me. She put her hands flat on my chest and stood on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. "Mr. Ellis, So nice to see you again," she drooled.
"Same here," I returned. "How's the measuring going?"
"This should only take about a half-hour and we'll be done," she answered. "What a lovely home you have."
We'll give you the guided tour when we're done here," I told her and she said she would enjoy that.
