"In my country," Ming said, "it is the duty of the woman to give pleasure to the man."
"In this house," I said. "the pleasure is shared by all of us. The giving and the taking are mutual."
"Then, I should like to share pleasure with all of you," Ming breathed. "And in return I shall help to maintain this beautiful place as a shrine to the pleasures of love and kindness."
"The whole world should have your attitude," Rita said, softly.
Rita hugged the Chinese girl who immediately covered her lips in a deep kiss. These two were hung up on each other. I liked that.
We continued our tour, of the house. We showed her the sound studio and the pool area, and the stairway to the upstairs apartment where Marie lived. From out on the kitchen balcony, you could see the boathouse with its apartment and the mechanical building with its apartment. Through the trees, the barn and stable were visible. Sandra's house sat beyond the corral and to the south, Gerald's house was discernable through the thick palmetto scrub. The fifty-two foot cruiser rocked gently tied to the pier on the river. Ming was most interested in the yacht and asked if we could go aboard.
Rita excused herself, leaving Ming and I alone to tour the boat. We walked slowly down the concrete path to the pier and out to the boat. I boarded first and held my hand out to steady Ming as she stepped aboard. She stepped up close to me and placed her hands flat on my chest.
Looking up into my eyes, she said, "I will serve you well."
I kissed her. She responded by pulling her body tightly against mine. I reached around her and picked her up. She weighed barely a hundred pounds. Her legs went around my waist, her arms around my neck, and she covered my face with kisses.
She released her grip and dropped to the floor. She pulled by the hand down the steps to the master stateroom and pushed me back on the bed. Quickly opening my fly, she extracted my prick and covered it with her mouth. She had learned the erotic art of sucking cock very well, for she expertly caressed me with her lips and tongue. Her hands played only a minor role in the pleasure she was inflicting on me. Her warm velvet mouth brought me to the brink of exploding and then let me drift back away from the edge again and again until she finally drew me deep and swallowed me whole. The wave crashed over me as I sent a long draughts of hot semen flooding her pulsating mouth. She carefully swallowed each thunderous offering without spilling a drop.
I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, sending my tongue far into her mouth. My taste was strong in her mouth. We savored the kiss and dwelled on the moment.
"Do I please you, Sir?" she asked, demurely.
"Very much," I answered. "But you are not my servant, you are my friend. And you will be treated as such. Now, get your skinny butt up to the house, and lets go and find us some dinner."
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The week flew by and it was Friday before I realized it. I was sitting out on the deck by the pool with Helen Blossom. We were plotting our next course of action on the Palm Coast Development. I was getting bored with the whole deal and from her tone of voice; Helen was on the verge of hysterics. She had been working her ass off and had made herself a small fortune. But like most businesses, it kept you so busy that you didn't have time to spend the money you made. I didn't have that problem because I let other people do most of the work while I sat on my butt.
I asked my friend if she thought she had enough stashed away to cover her expenses if she retired. She thought she might if she stayed in the house next door. But she wanted to see if I was interested in another house on the estate way over by the north wall, on the riverfront. I told her sure and asked if she had a plan in mind. As luck would have it, she and Camille had been plotting and scheming and a plan had been drawn for just such an occasion.
The plan was to use the same exterior stone as all the rest of the buildings on the property but to be very modern on the inside. They had priced it out and I had virtually no objection to the project. I proposed to her that I would build the house for her, and trade deeds for the house she lived in now. She objected due to the fact that the new house would cost over six times the worth of the old house.
"So, you give me a blow job and we'll call it even," I said.
"Deal," she said, and sucked me off right then and there. I hoped that Helen would never change.
Rita came bustling out to the pool and informed me that our guests were arriving. I didn't remember inviting anybody and when I looked stupid, she reminded me about Debbie and Steve. Feeling rather foolish, I jumped up and hustled to find a pair of pants and a shirt.
Ming, Rita, and Camille ushered Debbie and Steve into the front foyer just as I made my appearance from the pool. Steve stalked over to me and extended his hand. I shook it and hugged Debbie. The girls were all a gaggle with suitcases and small talk. I indicated for Steve to grab his bag and follow me.
I showed him to Camille's old digs off the kitchen and when he was settled, we set out to tour the grounds. We ended up sitting on the front deck of the boathouse apartment, watching the sun sink in the western sky. Steve had set himself a goal to be an architect. I thought that was a splendid idea and offered to fund his schooling. He was most appreciative and told me he would repay me for the debt after he got himself set up. I told him that would be fine and we sat there on the deck until long after the sun had set. Our main topic of conversation was music.
The weekend ended much too quickly. Debbie was scheduled to do another production the following week so I invited Steve to spend more time at the estate. Camille and Rita were urging Debbie to take over the apartment over the boathouse. Steve was buzzed at the idea and pleaded with her to accept. Finally, Marie took her down to look at the place. They were gone for over two hours and when they returned, both of them were flushed and glowing, she agreed to take the apartment for the summer and then make a decision regarding any further stay.
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Epilog:
And so things went. All of my children and their mothers now resided at Islands Estates. Each of them had his or her, own agenda. We of course all lived in sin, engaging in all manner of perverted debauchery. Over the coming years, there would be visitors to the estate. Some would stay briefly, others longer, depending on their temperament.
Marie passed away from cancer in 1989, and was buried in the family plot with my parents and Louise.
We built Helen a fine new house facing the river and she is well and still enjoys a randy visit from yours truly upon occasion. Karen became a renowned ecologist and resides in Boca Raton, with her husband and two daughters. Whenever she comes to visit her mother, we get together and spend the night in carnal bliss. She has made her mother and me swear that we will never expose her to her family.
Billy Joe lives with Sandra, who is starting to show her age now. They are deeply committed to, and seldom stray from each other. Dennis has relocated back to Flagler beach, and teaches band at the high school. I think Marie had a lot to do with that. He suffered a tremendous loss when Marie died. So did we all.
Bobby Sue became pregnant with Steve's child and delivered him a fine son in 1991. They live in Blossom's house next door and are doing fine. Steve graduated from Jacksonville University with a degree in architecture and has his own business in St. Augustine.
Caroline joined my sister Dianne in New York and has taken an interest in the lingerie trade. Dianne is semi retired and has turned a great portion of the responsibilities over to her.
Rita, Camille, Ming, Debbie and I have been traveling. Some of our destinations included: Thailand, Ireland, England, Denmark, Scotland, Mexico and Costa Rica. Traveling with four females has interesting complications, especially if they are all oversexed and for the most part bi-sexual.
I got the bug to buy a new boat, so when we were in Costa Rica I found a one hundred ten foot, fiberglass hulled motor cruiser, that I just had to have. Powered by twin eight hundred horse v-twelve Perkins diesels, she was decked out with all the latest electronic gadgets. I dickered with the boatyard for over a week and came to an arrangement to pick the boat up and cruise back to Florida. I organized the transfer of funds and we all loaded aboard and set our course for home.
We cruised northeast from Puerto Limon, Costa Rica to Morant Bay, Jamaica and refueled and took on provisions. Our next port of call was Jean Rabel, on the on the northern coast of Haiti. We spent two days enjoying the scenery and then cruised for Georgetown, Bahamas. The seas were calm and the company was marvelous. I had a captive audience of four beautiful and sexy females to keep me satisfied.
The next leg of our cruise took us to Biscayne Bay and a visit to the house dad and Jan had lived in. We stayed several days and made arrangements for some much needed repairs and then motored north and home to Islands Estates.
The folks at home were most impressed with the expensive yacht and wondered what in the world we needed with a boat that size. I told them it had been an impulse buy. Rita circled her ear with her finger, indicating that she thought I had gone astray. But she truly loved the huge vessel and we spent many months cruising off the eastern coast of our great country.
Life is quiet now at Islands Estates. We are all getting older and the kids have taken over much of the operation of the business and everyday happenings here.
I hope you have all enjoyed this tale of my strange and somewhat perverted and incestuous family. In following chapters, entitled Life Goes On, I'll relate some more of the interesting history of The Ellis Family, and Life At Islands Estates.
