Time was getting short. It was Thursday and Sunday was the big event. Dad and Janice were due in from Key Biscayne any minute and Lisa was to deliver Dianne, Rita's mother and twin brothers Cory and Craig to us tomorrow. Dennis wasn't due to arrive until Saturday morning.
The ladies were in a frenzy with preparations. The ceremony would take place on the front lawn, in front of the fountain. All manner of flowering plant had taken up residence in front of the house and Gerald was as proud as a peacock with his handiwork. White metal arches had been erected for us to stand under and climbing flowers adorned them. Rows of chairs would line an isle way to the arches. Rita and Janice would walk from the front door of the house, up the isle between the chairs and stop under the arches. Dad and I would enter from both sides and join the ladies at mid-field. After the happy vows were spoken, we would walk back toward the house and everybody would pour an avalanche of rice over us and wish us well. I would have preferred a Notary Public instead, but I was soundly admonished for even breathing such blasphemy in the presence of Louise and Marie.
Louise had enlisted the services of a retired Presbyterian minister who would come to the estate and give us his blessings. Dad isn't much for preachers, but again, Louise was handling things and we were just along for the ride. I was doing my best to keep a low profile. I spent a lot of time on the river in the boat.
Little Caroline had her wheels now and was toddling around the house at a great rate. Tykes like to explore and she was everywhere in the house. Louise thought it was wonderful but Camille was a nervous wreck. I found it all very amusing myself. Marie agreed with me, it was like watching The Keystone Cops.
I had just snuck past the troops into the den to sequester myself, with a bottle of House of Lords and some ice cubes, when I heard an air horn blast out in front of the house. I downed the Scotch in a gulp and wound my way to the front yard to investigate the cause of the disturbance. There in the driveway sat dad and Jan in a brand new Peter-Bilt semi tractor. A great big red one with two smoke stacks and all kinds of pin striping and chrome wheels and a queen sized sleeper. You never know what he's going to come up with next.
"Here ya go, Boy. This here truck's your wedding present from us," he bellowed from the top step of the giant truck.
"What am I going to do with a truck?" I called back up to him.
"Hell, how should I know? You got everything else, and you don't fly so an airplane was out of the question. I thought you might get a kick out of a truck." He said waving his hand in a big arc over his head.
I had seen and heard it all now. Janice came up to me and hugged me hard. She pressed her body against me and stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she possibly could. I groped her ass cheeks with both hands and whispered in her ear, "I want some pussy in the truck. Think we can work that out?" I asked.
"Oh, Si, Papita," she breathed in my ear. "I'm gonna give you some good pussy before the wedding. And maybe we can swap the old man for the redhead after the ceremony. What do you think?"
"Works for me. I'll talk with Rita and see what she has in mind. I gotta be cool with her right now. Lots of tension, you know," I said and released my grip on her ass. I had a hard on. The Spanish girl had slimmed down a little and felt good in my arms. I missed her fiery Latin charms more than I had realized and looked forward to jumping her bones. I wondered if Rita would take to the old man, but then they had met in the past, at Dianne's, and if I know Dianne, they had already been intimate. Ain't life interesting?
Dad was busy greeting everybody and feeling up their asses with reckless abandon. Jan looked at me and rolled her eyes. I winked at her and patted her on the butt again. She stuck her hand in my pocket and groped my stiffy. Everybody had gone into the house so I nudged Jan in the direction of the big diesel truck and we crawled up in the sleeper. She was naked and all over me before I could even get turned around to close the door.
"Damn, Girl, the old man not giving you enough?" I asked as I jerked my pants down to my ankles.
"Plenty, but I want your hard prick in me now. I miss how we used to fuck all the time with the others," Janice said as her mouth engulfed me cock.
I switched around so I could get my face in her pussy and spread her open with my fingers and swooped in for a taste. The little silver rings that decorated her pussy lips always fascinated me. I lolled them around with my tongue and this brought grunts from her around my cock, which was stuffed deep in her hungry mouth. As my tongue worked her tepid inner folds, I tickled her tiny bunghole with a fingertip. She hunched back on my finger so I slipped it through her opening, bringing another vibrating groan around my dick.
Jan is a real hottie and likes it nasty so I pushed my finger deep into her anus and twisted it in a big circle on its way in. This brought even deeper moans from the eager Spanish girl. Jan was leaking sweet pussy juice on my lips and tongue and writhing hard against my face and fingers. I crammed my cock as deep in her mouth as I could get it and sucked hard on her clit. She bucked hard against my face and released a big splash of juice as she ripped into a hard orgasm. I pumped a couple of more times into her face and sloshed her throat with a river of thick gooey jizm.
The dark haired Spanish beauty never lets me down. Every time we get together, it's hotter than before. She continued to milk me with her mouth, as I stayed glued to her weeping pussy. I finally backed away and rolled her over on her back. I marveled again at the intricate dragon tattoo, which covered so much of her olive skin. The colors were striking.
She had different jewelry through the piercing in her nipples. Gold rings passed through each nipple and to each ring, a short chain of three gold links connected to a teardrop shaped diamond on her right breast and a trapezoidal topaz on the left. I took each jewel between my teeth and tugged on her gently pulling the chain tight and stretching her nipple. The sensations I created with the outward pressure caused her to clamp her legs around my leg and hump against me, smearing her flowing juice on my leg.
"Stick your dick in me, Cool," she whimpered in my ear.
Releasing her nipples, I rolled between her legs and slid the head of my ready cock just inside her hot pussy. She started humping as soon as I entered her. Only an inch or two was inside of her but she moved herself frantically on it.
"Push it in, Cool. Don't make me wait, I need you," Janice begged.
I was in no hurry. Having just filled her throat, I was good for a long ride and I wanted to enjoy my old lover for as long as I could. I eased myself deeper into her sleeve and she responded by increasing the length of her motion. After many minutes, I descended to her deepest regions and her hot Latin ancestry turned her into a gyrating female love animal heaving herself against me, seeking the release that comes with the end of the act of passion.
And when the release found us, it came with a thunderous finality and left us both breathless and bathed in the sweet wet aftermath of the human mating ritual.
"Madre Mia, Papita! I wish I had you thirty years ago," Janice whispered against my chest.
I had not wished to speak yet, due to near total consumption of available oxygen, but all I could think of to say was, "We'd have had a hell of a run if you had."
"Rita will have a stallion, and I will have the 'Old Bull'," she said.
"Bull is right! He's so full of it," I laughed. Jan laughed too.
