I decided in my feeble mind to ask Rita for her hand, and I guess the whole rest of her nubile young body for that matter, in marriage. I was having a tough time getting around to asking her though. I was busy with Camille working on a rough plan for starting the development of our recently acquired property and I just never found the right moment.
I went to Daytona in early August and found an engagement ring I liked and bought it and the wedding band to go with it. It was, of coarse, very gaudy and extremely expensive. But then, that's the way I do things. Or should I say, overdo things. I had it safely tucked away in the safe waiting for enough courage to ask her.
Late August brought the threat of severe weather, and an impending hurricane. We all went berserk and spent two days preparing for the worst and with good cause, because Hurricane Dora came marching across North Florida the first week of September and to date was the worst storm on record for our part of the country. We were secure in the great stone house and except for a few blown off tiles on the roof and a mountain of tree limbs in the yard, we survived unscathed.
The eye of the great howling storm passed eighteen miles to the north and blasted St. Augustine and The Jacksonville Beaches to pieces. I recall that after we had closed all the storm shutters and moved the big boat up under the house, we disconnected the main fuses to the house and switched over to the huge diesel generators, which had been installed for just such an occasion. With the house secure, and the diesels throbbing away, Louise, Camille, baby Caroline, Rita and I took shelter in the front cellar under the house that had been constructed for protection from storms and planned to sit the storm out. Helen and Marie along with Gerald and Dennis's mother Susan went to Gainesville to sit it out with Karen.
Our radio tuned to NOAA weather gave us hourly updates on the progress of the upcoming blow. We were prepared two days early but what the hell, we had a blast all bunched up in the cellar, drinking wine and playing cards and pretending to be scared. We had comfortable beds in the storm shelter and it wasn't long before Camille and Rita were lapping at each other's pussies while Louise and I watched my daughter. I decided this would be an opportune time to pop the question so I excused myself and quickly ran up to the safe and grabbed the ring.
The wind was raging outside and the rain was pelting the whole world. The storm surge was hammering the coastline and it was dark and eerie in the old stone house.
I stripped as I reentered the storm shelter and crept up behind Rita, who was kneeling with her face mashed securely into Camille's heaving cunt. I entered Rita from behind, unceremoniously, and humped her furiously while she groveled the quaking Camille. Louise looked on with grim resistance, knowing about what I was subject to do at any moment. Camille was climaxing steadily into Rita's hungry mouth and I had nearly reached the point of emptying my load into Rita's scalding pussy.
I stopped lunging suddenly and both of the gasping women looked up at me, wondering if something was wrong. My steel hard cock was planted balls deep in Rita's cunt and Camille was shaking from her lingering orgasms. Rita's face glistened with Camille's sweet discharges.
I held the blue velvet ring case up so they both could see it and said, "I suppose a proposal of marriage would be out of the question?"
Camille lurched up and bumped Rita who pushed back against me. The movement was all it took to take me over the edge into oblivion and I started cumming in her sucking pussy. Rita popped her nut at the same moment and Camille squealed with glee at what I had said. I bellowed and mashed into Rita repeatedly until I was drained. Camille was reaching for the ring box but Rita had her pinned to the bed. Louise was clapping her hands and tears were streaming down her cheeks from laughter.
The awkward position I was in gave me cause to dislodge from Rita and sit back on the carpet. Both Rita and Camille descended upon me at the same time kissing and hugging me and generally spreading man and woman cum all over all of us due to the recent sex acts we had just performed.
Rita had captured the ring box and was covering my face with kisses. Camille had settled on the floor next to us and Louise stood over the whole tangled mess, holding Caroline in her arms.
"Well?" Louise was the first to speak.
We all looked up at her.
"What'd you tell him?" she asked.
Rita and Camille looked at each other, then at me and then back at Louise.
"Rita, he just asked you to marry him. Remember? What did you tell him?" Louise was insistent.
"Of coarse we'll marry him!" Rita cried.
"Only one of you can marry him." Louise told Rita and howled with laughter.
Then we all laughed together and Camille collected Rita in her arms and kissed her hard on the lips.
"I've already had him for twenty years as my brother, Honey. You can marry him and we'll share his sorry ass for fifty years or so then you can have him for yourself." Camille said between outbursts of laughter.
"I'm so surprised," Rita, breathed after donning the huge cluster of diamonds, "I just don't know what to say."
"Say yes, and lets get on with the fucking," Camille urged her.
"Oh alright, YES! I'll marry you," Rita yelled.
So there it was. I had asked Rita to marry me. Me, Virgil P. Ellis, born in the Deep South, a southern gentleman, insanely wealthy and embarking on a business adventure that could be worth hundreds of millions of bucks, had asked a tall, redheaded female from NEW YORK to marry me. What was to become of The South?
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By the next morning, the storm had passed and we emerged from the underground shelter none the worse for the wear. Except that I had been mauled be three sex-crazed females for a day and a half and was exhausted.
Louise and I went to the task of opening the storm shutters and I fueled the generators again, due to the fact that all the power lines had been blown down. The grounds were a mass of pine boughs and palm fronds. The pier was intact and the two buildings down by the river were still standing, although they were nearly buried in branches and leaves.
The river was floating with debris and was extremely high, maybe four or five feet above high flood. Not at all a pretty sight. The phones were dead and I guessed we'd be stuck here due to downed trees on the state road. So, we just sat tight and enjoyed each other.
It was four days until the power came back on and almost a week for the phone. We had plenty of food but we had nearly exhausted the diesel fuel but we made it. I decided to install another large underground tank for future use.
All Rita, Camille and Louise could talk about was THE WEDDING! I was glad to get out in the yard and carry limbs to get away from the constant reminder of my impending matrimony.
We hadn't even discussed a date and they were already talking about dresses and tuxes and I had to escape to the outdoors to keep my sanity.
Gerald and I spent two weeks cleaning up after the storm and I was forever in his debt for the help. Susan returned to his bed immediately after his return and he told me that she had been asking him if he minded if she and I spent an afternoon together. I asked him how he felt about that and he said she was free to do what ever she wanted, she was still married to Denny's dad and just hanging around with him for the sex. I asked him if he wanted to do her together and he allowed, as that might be fun, so we set out to do just that.
Susan was perched on the front balcony of Gerald's upstairs apartment, looking out on the river. The river was still loaded with trash from the storm and I decided it would take weeks before it cleared. She was wearing a short sundress, and sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was severely made up. She wore entirely too much make up most of the time, but who cares, her pussy was so tight and hot it didn't matter.
I stepped up quietly behind her and cupped her big soft tits from behind. She stood up and moved back against me turning her head for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her open mouth and she sucked my tongue inside. Susan was hot and ready. Gerald remained just inside the door to the balcony and watched through the glass as I manhandled her big orbs through her dress. She ground her ass against my growing erection and I responded by rubbing hard up on her soft butt.
