Chapter 3
(Mg, MF, oral, rough, exhib, voy)
Phil catches Felicia and Mr. Parsley in 69, and discovers he's not her first grownup cock. Billie Jean has rough sex with detective Flores...
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"Time to get ready for school, Kid," I said, nudging Felicia's shoulder.
"No school today."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. It's on the calendar."
"Hmmm, so it is. Teachers' in-service day. Sorry to wake you."
"That's okay. I want to go to The Gazette with you today."
"Cool. We don't go in until ten, you can go back to sleep."
"I'm awake now."
"Would you like some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast?"
"Yeah."
I was cracking eggs in the small narrow kitchen between the rooms, when she asked, "Why do you want Momma to do it with other men?"
I had to think about it for a minute. "It'll be fun."
"It'll be fun for Momma, because she'll be doing it," Felicia said. "How would it be fun for you?"
"Did you see how excited she was after the meeting with Flores?"
"Uh huh," she replied nodding.
"I loved seeing her excitement. I enjoyed hearing her tell me what happened. I enjoyed seeing how proud she was."
"I heard about men who kill other men for fu... doing it with their wives. I had a friend in Chemical City who had a big brother who got really mad because he saw his girlfriend just talking to another guy."
"I guess I'm not as selfish as those people."
"If people find out that Momma's doing it with another man, maybe they'll think that she's doing it with other men because you're not very good at doing it."
"I don't care what people think."
"Your father is very very very good at *Doing It*!" Billie Jean said, startling me and Felicia. "I have never done it with a man who does it better. And before you were born, I did it a lot, with a lot of other men."
"Then why do you have to do it with somebody else?"
"Because it will be exciting."
She thought for a moment, bent down to Felicia's level and whispered. "Because fucking is fun."
I said, "When you get older, you'll learn that women can do it longer and more times than any man can. On my very best day, I might be able to satisfy two women. A woman can go all night long and exhaust several men."
Billy Jean said, "We know you eavesdropped on us last night. Daddy said that you were dry as a bone when he gave you the towel."
"The towel fell off the shower curtain thingie before I got in the tub. So I went to ask for another towel and heard y'all talking, and... uh… I didn't want to interrupt y'all."
"Do you want to talk about what you heard?" Billie Jean asked. "What was the first thing you heard when you started listening? You have my permission to repeat the naughty words."
I set our breakfast plates on TV trays by our bed. We ate while we continued the conversation.
She giggled nervously, then said in a whisper, "Daddy was saying that he wanted to watch other men watch him (gulp, giggle) eat your pussy after they watched him watch them (giggle) Fuck you, and he wanted the men to know that he loves you being a horny fucking slut. And Momma said that she'd be your fucking slut wife if you wanted her to be your fucking slut wife, and that since you're going to let her fuck anybody she wants to fuck, she'll fuck anybody that you want her to fuck too. Then Daddy asked you what you would do if he brought a total stranger home, and told you to suck his cock without even telling you what his name is. And you said, 'Do it! I want you to do it.' Then it sounded like y'all were bouncing on the bed, and moaning, till Momma said, 'Oh, God! I'm cumming.' Then, she said 'Eat me! Eat my pussy. Clean it out like you would if it was another man's spunk. Other men's spunk.' Then you started moaning and groaning and kind of babbling, then you said real loud, 'Oh God! I'm coming!'"
"Okay," Billie Jean sighed, "Do you have any questions?"
Both my wife and I were getting horny listening to our eight-year-old daughter talk dirty. I could also see that Felicia enjoyed talking dirty more and more as she went along.
"Then you're going to eat Momma's pussy with all that stuff in it?"
"Yes, I am."
"Won't that be yucky?"
"Maybe," I said. "But it'll be worth it. It'll be so much fun because it's so fucking nasty, and it'll turn your mother on big time!"
"Anything else?" Billie Jean asked Felicia.
"Do you like sucking cocks?"
"Yes, I do, Babe. I love sucking cocks."
I said, "I'll bet you like doing naughty stuff. And that you and some of you friends back in Chemical City liked doing naughty stuff. Everybody likes being naughty every now and then."
She looked warily from me to her mother and back.
"Don't worry," I said soothingly. "I'm not going to ask you to tell me. But, someday, if you want to discuss doing naughty stuff, and have questions, your mother and I will be here for you."
"Let's get ready for work," Billie Jean said. "I want you to go to the S.O. and shoot the sheriff."
Felicia laughed. "Go shoot the sheriff, Daddy."
"I interviewed him for The Gazette, and want his photo to go with the story."
"I knew what you meant, Momma. It just sounded funny."
Felicia went to the newsroom with her mother, and I went to the sheriff's office. Within seconds after I entered the booking area, Flores and a uniformed deputy led two handcuffed men to the booking desk. I photographed the process. Afterward, I photographed the sheriff behind his desk. He looked like you would think a West Texas lawman should. It looked like he was sent from central casting for the part.
He had an authoritative baritone voice. He was smooth. He was a politician. But there was something in his eyes that bothered me. Dangerous Dan's accusation that Dee was in the drug lord's pocket kept echoing in my skull.
No! No fucking way.
Back in the newsroom, I said, "I met Flores at the SO. He busted a couple of burglars posing as furniture movers. Flores knew the homeowner and his family, and knew they were at work or in school at that time of the morning. Flores and the deputy nabbed them carrying a TV set out of the house. I have photos of them booking the perps, along with your photo of the sheriff. I'll process, print and write up the story."
"Did you introduce yourself as my husband?"
"He should have known if he reads the Gazette."
"Flores doesn't strike me as a newspaper reader."
"I'm sure he'll read Thursday's paper."
"I'll bet he only reads the story about his bust."
I was hanging the prints to dry when I heard Helen say, "Billie Jean. Detective Flores. Line one."
"Flores?" she listened and wrote down an address. "The Black Mountain Apartments. Number 8. How far is that from my office?"--- "I should be there around 5:05. No later. Do you have a phone number in case something unexpected prevents me from making it on time?" She wrote down a phone number, and handed it to me. "Oh, congratulations on your burglary arrest. My, uh, photographer told me about it."--- "Yes. It'll be in Thursday's paper." --- "If you want prints, you'll have to buy them from the photographer."
"You're gonna do it Momma?" Felicia asked, then looked furtively around to make certain no one could hear, and whispered, "You're going to let Flores fuck your pussy?"
Billie Jean laughed her musical laugh, and said, "Yes, Darling Daughter, I am."
I took Felicia to the hotel, and told her that I would be gone at least four hours, because it took nearly an hour and a half to get to Quicksilver City driving the speed limit, which I usually did.
I walked into his reception room at 4:29 p.m. "I'm here to interview Mr. Brown," I announced to his secretary, loud enough for him to hear.
She opened his door.
"Here is my curriculum vitae, my photograph, and a written statement. If you have questions, submit them in writing," he said, handing me a packet.
I let the packet fall to the floor and said, "Buy a fucking ad," and walked out. I averaged around 80 miles per hour on the return trip, and walked into my hotel room at 5:43.
Moaning came from Felicia's room. I rushed in through the kitchen and froze at the sight of my 8-year-old daughter in the 69 position with Charles Parsley, general manager of the hotel. He was on his back, fully dressed in his 3-piece suit, with his pants and boxers down around his thighs. He held her thighs in his hands and her crotch on his face. She was sucking his 4 ¼ -inch cock. It didn't appear to be her first time.
I don't know how long I gawked before Parsley became aware of my presence. He pushed her off, and rolled away from me, onto the floor. He grimaced in pain, making a whining sound. Her incisors scraped his glans.
He was desperately trying to pull his pants up, without pulling the boxers up first. Felicia stared at me wide-eyed and slack jawed.
I held up both hands, palms out and fingers spread. "We're cool. Everything's cool."
Mr. Parsley got his pants up. Deer in the headlights. A perfect description. I had never actually seen it on a human before.
"The activity looked completely consensual to me," I said. "You were doing an excellent job, Felicia."
They looked at each other and back at me expectantly, but a bit more relaxed.
"How long has this been going on, Honey?"
"A couple of weeks, I guess."
"Mr. Parsley. I think you can give me the exact date and time. You're that kind of organized."
"Wednesday, the third of January, about 5:15. Mrs. Lander called and said she was tied up, rebuilding the front page, and you had to photograph a major accident, then get back to The Gazette and develop the film and make prints in time to get it to the printer before the deadline. She asked me to have room service deliver a hamburger, fries and a vanilla shake to Felicia's room. I delivered it myself. I had been flirting with her since the day you arrived, a little after 1:45, Wednesday, December 27."
"When you kissed her hand."
"Exactly."
"Her giggle gave me an erection too."
"It did!?!" Felicia exclaimed.
"Yes, Felicity. A little girl's naughty giggles gave your father a hard-on."
"After lunch you and Mrs. Lander were exhausted from the long drive here, and napped," Parsley continued. "Felicia came down, said she was bored, and asked if she could hang out in the lobby. She asked about the historical paintings and photographs on the walls. I walked her around the lobby, telling her the story behind each picture. She held my hand. When we finished the circuit of the lobby, she told me that she liked me kissing her hand; that it made her feel tingly all over."
"I don't suppose she gave you that naughty little giggle again when she said that your kiss made her feel tingly all over."
Mr. Parsley smiled, "Yes. Yes, she did. And I told her that I would kiss her hand whenever she wished."
Felicia interjected, "And I said, 'Kiss it now,' and he did, and he asked me if that made me feel tingly all over my body again. And I said that it did, and that I loved feeling tingly all over my body."
Mr. Parsley flinched, squirmed and grimaced.
"Let's take a look at your dick," I said.
"What?"
"I'm certain I saw blood. You do not want to get an infection there; an infected erection. Felicia, get the first aid kit from your bathroom." I kept first aid kits in both bathrooms, the kitchen, and in both cars.
He unzipped and reached into the fly. He flinched, grimaced and moaned.
"Drop your pants. It'll be easier and a lot less painful than trying to pull your cock out." The pain caused him to lose the erection that caused the pain in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Parsley. I didn't mean to bite your cock."
"It was completely my fault, my dear. I panicked when I saw your father, and pushed you away."
I held his limp little penis between the thumb and middle finger of my left hand, and an alcohol towelette in the other. "This is going to hurt," I said. Why do people say that? Everyone knows alcohol on an open wound burns like hell.
Fortunately for Mr. Parsley, only the glans was in her mouth, and she didn't clamp down when he ejected her. There were only superficial surface scrapes on the top and bottom of his cockhead. His erection slowly resurrected as I gently applied the soothing triple antibiotic cream onto the wound.
"I've never bandaged a cock before. If we bandage it while it's hard, the bandage will fall off when it's soft.
"You want to take care of that for him, Felicia?"
"How?"
"Jack him off. Be careful not to touch the head."
His stiff little dick quickly became stiffer.
"Really!?!"
"Really."
Felicia giggled and blushed as she held his shaft between her thumb and first two fingers, and began to slowly slide her digits from his pubes to the base of the head and back.
She stared at me a moment and said, "You like it, don't you, Daddy? You really like watching me jacking off Mr. Parsley's cock." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.
"Yes, Baby, I love it. I fucking love it. Your Daddy is such a pervert."
"I'm glad you're a pervert, Daddy. 'Cause, I think I'm a pervert too. I like you watching me. I fucking love it too."
"How about you, Mr. Parsley," I asked. "How do you feel about your hard cock being stroked by a sexy little 8-year-old girl while her father gets off to watching her?"
"It's truly bizarre! I never imagined it in my wildest pedophile fantasies. It is incredibly stimulating."
"You want to watch him fuck me. Don't you, Daddy? I want you to watch him fuck my pussy."
"Oh, God!" Mr. Parsley moaned as he ejaculated.
"Put the bandage on before it gets hard again."
I went to the kitchen, and cut about two inches off the finger of a rubber glove. I wrapped gauze around the wounded glans, and slipped the rubber on to secure it.
"Mr. Parsley," I said. "Please continue with the story of the seduction. Who was the seducer, and who was the seduced?"
"I cannot, in good conscience, lay the blame on Felicia. I was attracted to her at first sight, and immediately began my pursuit. I expected the initial grooming to take at least a month. But she was much more receptive to my advances than I could have ever dreamed. She knew what I wanted the moment I kissed her hand."
Felicity chuckled, "I knew what you wanted the first time you looked at me when I was getting out of Daddy's station wagon. He calls it his Fuck Wagon."
"That's what I thought the first time I saw it; a Fuck Wagon. Then an angel suddenly emerged from the Fuck Wagon. It is fortunate that I have a miniscule penis. A normal sized one would have ripped through my trousers at that moment. Then, I kissed your hand, and you giggled. And, that giggle caused the Cowper's fluid to flow."
"The what?"
"Pre-ejaculate or pre-cum," I explained.
"Oh. That."
"Understandable," I said.
He continued, "The following day, while my maintenance men removed the second beds from your rooms, and installed the living room furniture in 213, Felicia and I were in 211, and I kissed her hand again and continued kissing up her arm, her shoulder and her neck, to her right ear. She gave me her left hand, and whispered, 'Do it to me again.' I actually ejaculated in my boxers."
"That was definitely a good indication that she was receptive to your advances."
"The next time we were together, she again said, 'Do it to me again.' And, again, I kissed her from hands to ears. I nibbled and sucked her earlobes, and fondled her delectable derriere. Then, when I delivered the food Mrs. Lander ordered, Felicia was wearing a mini skirt. She sat on the edge of her bed, and said, 'Do it to me again,' and presented me with her right foot instead of her right hand. She wore no knickers."
"You minx!" I said. "You hot little seductress!"
Mr. Parsley chuckled, "I don't think of it as a seduction on either of our parts. It was more of an erotic collaboration."
"You both knew exactly what you wanted, and went for it. Whether consciously or not, Felicity recognized you for the pedophile you are, and you recognized her for the naughty little minx she is."
"Are you gonna tell Momma?"
"No. *We* are going to tell Momma."
"Will Mrs. Lander be as understanding as you?" Parsley asked visibly concerned.
"She'll love it," I said. "I want you to tell her your 'Erotic Collaboration' story exactly the way you told it to me."
Felicia giggled, "I told him that you want Momma to be a slut, and that Detective Flores is probably fucking her now."
I gave her a stern look.
"You said that you didn't care who knows that Momma's your fucking slut wife."
"I did say that. Didn't I?"
"Felicity informs me that you are, shall we say, generously endowed."
My daughter giggled, "If that means he has a really big cock, yeah, Daddy's very generously endowed. Show him."
"You want me to flash a proper British gentleman?"
"Obviously, I am not all that proper. It would assuage my improper curiosity."
I whipped it out.
"Oh, my!" he sighed. "Very impressive. Very impressive indeed."
"Told ya," Felicity giggled. "I don't think he believed me."
"Children *are* prone to exaggeration."
"I wonder how big Detective Flores' cock is," Felicia said.
"Judging from the size of his hands, I'd guess about average."
"You can tell how big his dick is by looking at his hands?" she giggled.
"After I shot him booking the burglars, and interviewed him about the arrest, we shook hands."
Felicia looked at my hands, then at Mr. Parsley's. She giggled, "Now, I'll know how big or little a man's dick is."
The phone in our room rang, and I hurried to get it.
"I'm on my way to the hotel." Billie Jean said. "Do you want me to pick up anything?"
"Pizza, at that little Mom & Pop place you found."
"Mamma Teresa's Pizzaria."
"How was Flores?"
"Good, actually," she said. "Maybe that's because it's been a while since I've had a casual, meaningless fuck."
"Where are you now?"
"In his apartment. He's in the shower. See you in a little while."
"Was that Momma?"
"Yes. I told her to pick up pizza on the way home."
"We serve pizza," Mr. Parsley said.
"It's not as good, nor as inexpensive as Mamma Teresa's."
"She doesn't have the overhead I do," he said. "From now on, you get the 20 percent family discount."
The phone in Felicia's room rang. She answered. "It's for you, Mr. Parsley."
He went to her room for a few moments before returning, and saying, "I have to go. The weekly Monday night poker game in the penthouse."
I turned to Felicia, "Who are your other child molester friends?"
"Others?" she asked with wide-eyed innocence.
"You're obviously experienced at cock sucking. I would like to know with whom."
"Uncle Larry and Granddad and Colonel Hebert." Her lack of hesitancy surprised me.
"My brother-in-law, my holier-than-thou father, and my mother-in-law's retired neighbor. Tell me about them."
"Uncle Larry and me fooled around every time he babysat. He liked for me to jack him off and make him cum. Then, I think it was when you and Momma got together, I spent the weekend with Grandma, and I woke up early from a nap, and she was sucking Colonel Hebert's cock. He saw me, but she didn't, and he didn't say anything to her, but grinned and winked at me, and we kept it a secret from her. After that, he would show me his army patches and souvenirs and stuff from all over the world in his house, and we would fool around while grandmother wasn't watching, and he ate my pussy, and I sucked his cock. Then, the weekend y'all got married, I stayed with Granddad and Kitty, and he caught me rubbing myself, and we started fooling around too. They all like me sucking their cocks, and eating my pussy, but Uncle Larry and your Dad aren't really very good at it. The Colonel is almost as good as Mrs. Vitale, and she's been doing it since I first started dance class."
Billie Jean had enrolled Felicia in dance class when she was barely four years old.
"You want me to suck your cock?"
"No!" I stated emphatically, in spite of a strong desire to have her do so, and to cunnilinguize her prepubescent pudenda. "I'm your Dad."
"So?" she asked, confused. "I love you and you love me, and I know that you wouldn't never hurt me."
"You wouldn't respect my authority afterward."
"I respect Mr. Parsley's authority, and Grandad's."
"Then maybe I'd lose self respect for being unable to resist your tempting little twat. I've never been good at self-discipline."
"Have you wanted to do stuff with me before?"
"No." That was the truth. She was too young for me. Since my mid-teens, I had been attracted to tweens: 8 to 12-year-old girls. I had limited experience with my first wife's 10-year-old niece, Gladys, who spent two weeks with us one summer. I ate her pussy twice, and we had three mutual masturbation sessions. My niece, Rhonda, and I never got past the fondling and finger-fucking stage when she was 8 to 10 years old. An outrageously flirtatious 9-year-old neighbor, Annabelle, and I had frequent oral sessions for nearly a year before she moved away. I felt almost certain her mother condoned, and facilitated our activities. I knew I wasn't the first man to experience her fellationistic talents.
By the age of 8, girls have been through Pre K, kindergarten, first and second grades. My first memory of kids talking about sex was my first day of kindergarten while I was in line waiting to go to my first class. An 8-year-old girl will never tell you she's 8 years old. She's 8 and a half, or she's nearly 9. Eight years and two months qualifies as 8 and a half. And, 8 and a half qualifies as nearly 9. After their mid 20s, they'll start edging the other way.
"You really liked watching me and Mr. Parsley doing the 69 thing. I could tell."
"I can't deny it."
"So, why don't we do it?"
"Let's talk about it with your mother after she comes home."
"Okay!"
"Now, how about putting on some clothes?"
"Why? You seen me naked before. I love being naked. From now on, my room is a naked place. No clothes allowed."
"Except when you have friends visiting."
"I bet Sharon and Edie would like to be naked with us too, and see your big dick."
"That is not going to happen. I don't know them or their parents, but I am positive their parents wouldn't approve."
"Maybe their parents wouldn't, but I know they would. There's an old guy who flashes them when they cut through his yard on their way home from the bus stop. And, when it's warmer out, there is a man who flashes them on the Coyote Creek Nature Trail. They call him Nature Boy."
"Parents let their 7-year-old girls run loose?"
"They go with Sharon's sister, she's nine, and Edie's brother, who's ten."
"That's still a little young," I said, before remembering I was responsible for my little brother when I was nine and he was seven. We went to Saturday matinees, wandered around downtown Chemical City, and explored the Five & Dime afterward. When Bill was six, we were playing cowboys and Indians. He jumped down on me from a tree, making me bite a hole in my tongue. When I was ten, we were hunting snakes and captured a copperhead for our zoo. Mom made me kill it. Parents forget about their own childhoods.
Why do we think our children are less knowledgeable, and less experienced than we were at their age, when the opposite is true? They have more sources of information and more information available to them than we had.
While Felicia was trying to convince me that I could get away with allowing her to have a nude slumber party, Billie Jean arrived with the Grande Il Supremo pizza, without jalapenos and anchovies.
"Why are you naked?"
"Because I want to be a nudist, and my room is for nudists only. No clothes allowed."
"She wants to have her friends over for a nudist slumber party."
"I told them how big Dad's dick is, and they don't believe me. They want to see it for themselves."
"Jesus Christ, Filly! You can't go around, talking about your father's big dick. Child Protective Services will be investigating us. We don't need that shit."
"I got home early from the south end," I said, "and found our innocent little girl engaged in a 69 with Mr. Parsley. She bit his dick."
"I didn't bite it. My teeth kind of scraped the head when he threw me off,"
"No! This is a joke. Right? You're shitting me?"
"I shittith thee not," I said. "It was mutual lust at first sight, and I would really rather have Mr. Parsley and Felicia tell you the story. It is so much better hearing it with his upper class British accent."
"Call him!"
"He's engaged in a weekly poker game in the penthouse."
"That's where it's held?"
"You know about it?"
"Dave said he'd been invited to a weekly poker game. A bunch of the county's movers and shakers play."
"Movers and shakers?" Felicia giggled. "Is that a game?"
Billie Jean explained, "They're the important people in local government and business who make things happen."
"Or stop things from happening," I said.
"Remember, Phil, we're not going to make waves. We go along and get along for a few years, then move on to a small or mid-sized daily."
"Don't worry about me, Babe. I've given up on investigative reporting. No more boat rocking for me."
"What about Patrick Brown? You're kind of rocking the boat there."
"The megalomaniacal petty tyrant? I doubt that he will last another three months. The employees are on the verge of revolt. And we're not looking at a large labor pool in the area. As soon as corporate headquarters realizes how bad it is down there, Mr. Patrick Brown will be gone. Probably before spring break, and the beginning of tourist season."
"Tell me your side of the story, Felica," Billie Jean demanded. "I'll hear Mr. Parsley's later."
Felicia called the switchboard. "Please have Mr. Parsley come to 213 when he's done in the penthouse." Then, she told her version of the courtship, taking full responsibility for instigating it.
There was a knock at the door as soon as our daughter finished with, "And that's when Dad caught us with Mr. Parsley's cock in my mouth and his tongue in my pussy."
I opened the door. "Mr. Parsley, you're just in time to relate your version of the 'Erotic Collaboration' for Billie Jean."
"Is the game over?" Felicia asked.
"Hardly. I have the desk send me notes from time to time, to give me an excuse to sit out a few hands. This note came with your name and address. I told them I may be away for a while."
He related his version, taking full responsibility for initiating the flirtations.
Billie Jean sighed, "So, y'all haven't actually copulated yet."
Mr. Parsley said, "I think it'll be a year or more before she's ready for actual vaginal penetration. And, when it happens, she will have to initiate the activity. I am in no hurry."
"Sorry about your dick," Felicia said.
"Not your fault, my dear."
"That's not what I meant. I meant that I'm sorry we can't do nothing until it heals."
Billie Jean cracked up. "My little slut!"
"She is no slut!" Mr. Parsley objected.
"Tell them about your experiences before coming to Montenegro."
After Felicia recited her sexual resume' Mr. Parsley exclaimed, "By God! You are a slut!"
"Are you mad at me? You look mad."
"I am not angry, I am in pain. You've given me the stiffest erection I've ever had, and it hurts like blazes."
"Do you want me to kiss your booboo and make it feel better?"
Mr. Parsley glanced from me to my wife and back.
"I have no objection," I said.
"Me neither," Billie Jean said.
Felicia giggled naughtily as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waistband, unzipped the fly, and pulled his pants down.
Mr. Parsley pulled the front of his boxers away from his injured member, and carefully lowered them.
"What the hell is that?" Billie Jean asked.
"It's my penis," Mr. Parsley said, defensively.
"No. The yellow thing covering it."
"Part of a finger of a rubber glove," Felicia giggled. "It was Dad's idea."
"It has worked beautifully," Mr. Parsley said, as he gingerly removed it.
"Kiss the bobo, Baby," I said.
Billie Jean emitted a whimper/sigh as she watched her 8 year old daughter's pursed lips lightly touch the tip of the 52-year-old man's stiff little circumcised penis. He made a similar sound, looking from the little girl to her mother. Prodigious quantities of semen erupted from his diminutive dick, coating our daughter's surprised face.
"Oh God!!!" Billie Jean whined, her body quaking in an instantaneous orgasm.
My cock twanged to attention, suddenly oozing amazing amounts of precum.
"I wasn't ready for that!" Felicia giggled.
I knelt, placed a hand on either side of my daughter's head, and cleaned her face with my tongue.
Billie Jean joined me. "This is so fucking hot!" she sighed. "I can't believe how much it excited me to see my little girl kiss an old man's cock."
"I am not old! I am in late middle age."
"I like it!" Felicia whispered. "I like having my Momma and Dad licking your cum off my face."
"An awe inspiring sight," Mr. Parsley sighed.
I didn't say it, but I wanted to lick more men's cum off my little girl's face. I wanted to see her with other men's cocks in her mouth. I wanted my daughter to be a cocksucking slut. I am so fucking perverted!
We finished cleaning her, and French kissed.
"Did detective Flores fuck you, Momma?"
Billie Jean gave her daughter a hard look.
"You said that you didn't care if everybody knows that you're Dad's fucking slut, so I told Mr. Parsley."
"I didn't tell you that. You eavesdropped on your father and me talking about sex fantasies. We didn't actually mean it!"
"I haven't had the opportunity to share that information with anyone else," Parsley said. "Though I had intended to inform my siblings, nephews and niece."
"Please tell me that Mr. Parsley is the only person you've told," Billie Jean begged.
"Mr. Parsley is the only person I've told." Felicia recited.
"Maybe you had better rephrase that," I said. "She just told you exactly what you begged her to tell you."
Felicia giggled.
"Have you told anyone else that I'm a slut?" her mother rephrased.
"No, ma'am. I haven't had the chance."
"Fortunately, there was no school today, and she was with you, me or Mr. Parsley," I said.
"Good!" Billie Jean sighed.
Then to Felicia, "Do not, under any circumstances, tell anyone what you heard us saying. Do not discuss our sex lives with anyone ever. Everything we told you, we told in the strictest confidence."
I said, "And we won't tell anyone about your slutty past."
"I already told Sharon and Edie, and they told me about stuff they did. They both sucked cocks and Edie's been butt fucked by her brother. She wouldn't suck his dick anymore after he stuck it in her butthole."
"I really didn't want to hear this," Billie Jean said.
"Come on, Billie Jean. You told me that 9 and 10-year-old boys were play-fucking you when you were five."
"Philip!?!"
"I think it is astoundingly cool that our daughter is being unabashedly honest with us. We should be just as open and honest with her."
"It is truly amazing," Mr. Parsley said. "I have had many prepubescent paramours in my life. Almost every one told me I was the only adult with whom they could be honest. Could be themselves. This is a gift you should treasure."
"Alright. Okay," Billie Jean sighed, "We can be totally honest in these rooms. No holds barred. But whatever happens in these rooms, whatever is said in these rooms, whatever is done in these rooms stays in these rooms. Your father and I were involved in sex play and fantasies. He says he wants me to be a slut. I say I want to be a slut. It's fun and games. It is not reality. I am not a slut! I had sex with one other man, with your father's blessing. That does not make me a slut!"
"Are you going to tell Dad about Detective Flores fucking you while he eats your pussy?"
"That was the deal, Baby," I reminded her. "You could fuck him, but you have to tell me all about it in graphic detail while I eat your pussy."
"Do it before my bedtime," Felicia requested. "Me and Mr. Parsley want to hear all about it too, and watch Daddy eat your pussy. We won't tell nobody. Honest!"
"Come on, Babe," I urged. "You know you really want to. It'll be so fucking hot, having our daughter and Mr. Parsley for an audience, watching me eat your hot juicy pussy, and hearing you telling us every fucking thing you and Flores did."
"Nothing is said of this outside of these rooms. Understood?"
"Understood!" Felicia said.
"Understood," Mr. Parsley agreed.
This is going to be so fucking good, Baby," I said, sliding my hands up the sides of her legs, pushing her skirt up to her hips, exposing her pubic hair and pussy.
She fell back onto the bed.
"I wish you could have seen it, Phil. I went to his apartment, and knocked. He opened the door, and I strutted in, unbuttoning my blouse. All I wore was what I have on now; blouse, skirt and shoes. I striped the blouse off, threw it onto a chair. I unbuttoned the skirt's waistband, pushed it over my hips, and let it fall to the floor, and puddle around my feet. I stepped out of it with my left foot, then used my right foot to kick it into his face.
" 'Why are you still dressed?' I asked. He quickly undressed. He was trembling. The last thing he took off were his briefs. His dick was limp.
" 'I thought you wanted to fuck me. You have a bad case of performance anxiety. I haven't seen that since high school.'
"He said, 'I'm not used to whores.' I went to my knees, and said, 'I'll help you with that,' and started sucking his cock."
"What did his cock look like? Is it as big as Dad's? Dad said he could tell the size of a man's cock by the size of his hands, and that Flores' cock was average."
"Six inches. Maybe a little more. Uncircumcised, The skin on his cock was darker than the rest of his body. Really dark. It was thick. As thick or almost as thick as your Dad's hard cock. It grew and hardened quickly in my mouth. He said, 'Suck it, bitch. Suck my cock.' I nearly objected to him calling me a bitch, but I wanted to get fucked then, so I let it pass. 'Oh yeah, slut, suck it.'
"I took it out of my mouth, and said, 'Do you think you can keep it up long enough to fuck me, Stud?'
"He was pissed. He grabbed me under the arms, yanked me up off the floor, and flung me backwards onto the bed. He grabbed my legs at the bends of the knees, and shoved them back until my knees were nearly touching my shoulders. He rammed his cock into my cunt hard. He rammed it in, and pounded and pounded. 'Take that, you fucking bitch.'
"From somewhere deep inside the words, 'Is that the best you can do, Stud?' came out of my mouth,.When I thought the pounding couldn't get more brutal it did. It was like he suddenly ceased being human. He growled and grunted and roared. The only intelligible word that came out of his mouth was 'Bitch.' It was like being raped by a beast, except, it wasn't rape. I wanted it. I fucking loved it. I had the most incredible orgasm!
"Eat me, Phil! Eat my pussy. Can you taste him in there? "
I went wild, trying to outdo Flores' cock with my tongue. Sucking her inner lips, and tongue fucking her cunt.
"Fuck me, Phil! Fuck me hard! Pound my pussy!"
I rammed my cock into her with all my might, and pounded her pussy mercilessly
"Oh, God, yesss. Fuck me!"
"Fuck her, Dad! Fuck Mom's pussy. Fuck her harder than Flores did."
Our daughter's voice pushed both of us over the edge. I hoped Billy Jean's screams didn't alarm our neighbors. Just as her scream subsided, a blood chilling, spine tingling scream came from outside, causing Felicia to scream.
"Mountain lion," Mr. Parsley said.
"Well," Billie Jean said, "What do you think?"
"What do I think about what?"
"The Cowboys' chances of making it to the fucking playoffs, you jerk! Our first extramarital sexperiment!"
"Hot, Baby. Steaming hot."
"You want to continue?"
"I do. How about you?"
"I'm up for giving it another go."
"A second round with Flores?"
She laughed, "As I left his apartment, I patted him on the head, and said in my most patronizing tone, 'You did good, Stud.'
"He said, 'You too, bitch.'"
Later that night, I tucked Felicia in. "You're not worried, Dad?"
"Worried about what, Babe?"
"It sounded like Mom really got off to Flores fucking her -- almost raping her. She liked it a lot. Maybe she likes the way he does it better."
"You're afraid she'll leave me for him?"
She nodded.
"Ain't gonna happen. Your mother doesn't like him. She likes me. I'm her best friend. She's my best friend. We're soul mates. And you, her and I are a soul family. We're cool, Filly. There's nothing to worry about."
"I like you calling me Filly. Phil and Filly."
"Okay, Filly. Get some sleep. School day tomorrow."
In Chapter 4, Feathers fly at Quicksilver City Resort and in the newsroom of the Montenegro Gazette...
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