Chapter 12
(MF, Mg, MFg, oral, inc)
Felicity gets a cum-topped ice cream cone for her and her Dad. Nellie gets her promotion. Frank tells Nellie all about her family's erotic activities...
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I woke up Monday, ready to get back to work. Nellie and I ate breakfast together and left the apartment at the same time.
I was the first to arrive in the newsroom. No reporters, editors or typists were expected to arrive before 10 a.m. The day shift worked 10 to 6. The evening shift worked 2 to 10. As the feature writer, my hours were flexible. Actually, the only reason for me to make an appearance was to turn in my stories. I had an IBM Selectric at home, and a ream of paper for the Optical Character Recognition (OCR) scanner/typesetter.
Most of my writing could be done at home, but I loved the newsroom. I fell in love with it the day I walked in to apply for a job. I loved the clatter of typewriters, and United Press International teletype machines, and the smell of the facsimile machine burning images onto paper. Mostly, it was the camaraderie newspaper journalists share. I doubt that exists in the electronic media, where reporters are entertainers, competing with each other for air time.
I was perusing my old clips, and setting aside stories I could quickly update and rewrite. Each week, I would write a Personality Profile, an Historical article, An education feature, and a kids' feature. I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I'd do a personality profile on Alex and his wife, and a feature on the Young Thespians Troupe.
I called Alex and set up a 3 o'clock interview.
Betty entered as I hung up the phone.
"You missed our Humpday Hump."
"Damn! I forgot. I got kind of busy, taking care of my domestic situation."
"Are we on for this week?"
"Afraid not."
"Are you going monogamous on me?"
"Hardly," I laughed. "In fact, I've kind of overbooked myself."
"So, I should find another Humpday humper?"
"Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Actually, I do. Pat."
"Joel? You're obviously not going for experience."
"I think he's trainable. And, I think he'll get off to replacing you as my lover."
"Should I act jealous?"
"It wouldn't hurt."
I got in my car and cruised. Anne called it "Wandering & Wondering." It was a great way to find people, places and things to write about.
I went home for lunch, and found Nellie there.
"Reggie's Administrative Assistant's retirement is effective Friday, June 25th at 5p.m. Reggie and I will depart at 5:15p.m. for my weekend training seminar at the Houston Hyatt Regency Hotel," she announced. "I think Annabel was given a bonus to retire a week earlier than scheduled. Reggie's wife has plans for the Fourth of July weekend."
"So, you got the promotion."
"Yep. It was announced this morning. He wanted a nooner to celebrate, but I refused. I told him I wanted my nameplate on the desk and my stuff in the drawers before he could get into my drawers."
"How about a celebratory fuck?"
"No!" she said, then giggled, "O.K. Just a quickie."
I opened the kitchen window curtain, and gestured toward the counter.
"Pervert!" she said with feigned scorn, while removing her skirt, and assuming the position.
Our activity failed to attract an audience.
After a simultaneous mutual orgasm, she hoisted herself up onto the counter. "Clean up your mess, Frank, so I can get back to work," she demanded, and added, "Don't forget, I may be late getting home. I'm meeting Ted for drinks after work."
Felicity entered as Nellie departed.
"Where's the gang?"
"Peggy and Wendy are at church camp this week. Pauline and Lula went to a family reunion."
"What about Bethany?"
"She's really Wendy's friend. And her Mom lets her hang out with us because she thinks that Pauline is a good influence on her."
I filled Felicity in on everything that had happened over the weekend.
"You and Roy and Mickey gang-banged Mom!?! That is so fucking hot!"
"And she really got off to having me walk in on her and Tim fucking."
"You really do get off to watching us. Don't you, Dad?"
"Yes, Babe. I do. I really do."
"Which one of us do you like watching best?"
"You!"
"If Mom asked you which one you got off to most, you'd say her."
"No. If she knew about you, I'd be honest. Watching grown men fuck my prepubescent daughter is hotter than watching teens bang my wife. I think she'd understand that. Watching my naughty daughter is naughtier than watching my slut wife."
"You and Roy fucked Grandma?"
"Not at the same time. He doesn't know that I'm fucking her too."
"And you and Roy and Mickey jacked each other off while Mom watched and finger-fucked herself? That's kinky!"
"I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed playing with their hard cocks and making them cum."
"I was with Sarge before I came here," Felicity giggled. "He wants you to butt fuck him again."
"He told you that!?!"
"He acted like he would do it as a favor for me, if I really wanted to watch y'all again. I think he really liked you fucking his ass, and wants you o do it again."
"Maybe his buddy, Butt Man, will do it for him."
"He said Riley will be here late tonight. But Riley's dick isn't much bigger than Sarge's. And I think he really liked the way Herman, the fucking python, filled him up."
"Did Sarge fuck you?"
"Duh?" she said with the appropriate eye-roll. "Buy me an ice cream cone."
We walked to The Ice Cream Parlor, where she told me to hold back while she peeked in. "He's alone. Wait here until I signal you to come in."
Less than two minutes later, she signalled me. Mr. Whipple wasn't in sight, and Felicity wore a naughty grin.
Mr. Whipple entered from the back room with a single scoop chocolate ice cream cone in his hand. He saw me, and turned almost as white as the cum topping on the ice cream.
"You gotta taste this, Dad," Felicity giggled, taking the cone from him, and handing it to me. "It's Mr. Whipple's special topping he whips up just for me."
I took it from her and licked it. "Nice." I aid.
His eyes darted from her to me and back again.
"Don't look so nervous, Mr. Whipple. I don't have any secrets from my Daddy."
"You didn't tell me about the ice cream topping," I said.
"I wanted to show you instead of tell you."
I took another lick and handed the cone back to her. She licked off the rest of the topping. "My Daddy loves me being naughty. Don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby, I do. The naughtier the better."
"Wanna go it the back room and fuck, Mr. Whipple?"
"I can't leave the shop unattended."
"Daddy'll watch it for you."
"No one can be behind the counter without a food handlers certificate."
I pulled my wallet from my back pocket, opened it and pulled out a food handler's certificate. "I wrote a story about food handler training. I took the course for research."
"He's the coolest fucking Dad in the whole fucking world."
"Unbelievable!" he muttered as Felicity pulled him into the back room.
Roy and Mickey entered a minute later.
"I thought you were a newspaper reporter," Mickey said.
"I'm helping out a friend. What'll y'all have?"
"A banana split," Roy said.
"And you?" I asked Mickey.
"We'll split the banana split."
Fortunately, it hadn't been that long since I had a banana split, and knew how to make it. As I handed them the split with two spoons, we heard moaning and panting coming from the back room.
I just smiled, and said, "Enjoy."
They sat at a table and were taking their first bites when Mr. Whipple came out.
"She wants…" he said before seeing the boys.
"Clean-up." I said, going into the back room.
She bit into a bar towel to muffle her pleasure sounds as I cleaned Mr. Whipple's cum out of her cunt.
We went back out into the store. "Felicity and I will share a banana split also," I said, as we joined Roy and Mickey at their table.
"They're cool, Mr. Whipple," Felicity said to the obviously nervous proprietor.
"Roy and Mickey are my good buddies," I said. "Very good buds. Right, boys?"
"The best of buds," Roy said.
"The very best," Mickey added.
Mr. Whipple busied himself behind the counter. An elderly couple entered and ordered a sundae.
Felicity whispered, "Dad told me all about y'all and him and Mom. That was so hot!"
I put a quarter in the 1950s Wurlitzer jukebox, and punched "Those Were The Days," "For Once in My Life," and "I'll Never Find Another You," to cover the conversation.
Roy told her about me fixing him up with an older woman. She didn't tell him that his lover was her grandmother.
Mickey asked her about rumors he had heard about her and Sarge. She told them she was into men, not boys. I told them how I found out about her and Sarge and other men.
"You jacked off on Sarge's porch while you listened to him fucking your daughter? That is so wild."
We walked back to the Enchanted Garden together, where I left them at our apartment, and went to the Playhouse to interview Alex and Alexandria, who gushed about my daughter's talent.
"Ask her to do Scarlett O'Hara's ‘I'll never go hungry again' scene." Alexandria said.
I returned to the newsroom to write up the interview.
"Hi, Harris." Joel said with a shit eating grin. "What have you got for us?"
"Personality profile on Alex and Alexandria Crowley, with a publicity shot of them from ‘The Rainmaker.'"
"You didn't get Betty to shoot them?"
"They wanted that photo. And Betty has a pretty busy schedule this week," I said, sitting down, putting paper in my typewriter, and writing. I gave him my best imitation of the evil eye, and tried to look rejected and dejected as I wrote.
He chuckled smugly.
Betty came in. "There was a three-car pile-up at Main and Market. I have a couple of good photos."
"Frank's using a publicity photo for his P.P.," Joel said, holding up the 8x10 black and white glossy.
"That's mine," Betty said. "I did that three years ago when they did ‘The Rainmaker.' Crowley's good. As good as Burt Lancaster in the role."
Joel looked at the back of the photo. "Oh. It is yours."
"How's it going, Frank?" she asked.
"Great," I responded unenthusiastically.
***
I got home a little after five and started cooking supper.
Nellie came in a few minutes after me.
"What's up, Babe?"
"Ted backed out. Guilty conscience for cheating on his fiancee."
"I fucked your mother." the words came out, unbidden.
There was a long silence before she said, "You're joking."
"No joke."
"No! Bullshit! No way she would…"
"And your father fucked our daughter. And he's not the only man to have done so." I went to my desk, got my mini cassette recorder, handed it to her. "Listen."
She listened, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, with occasional gasps of disbelief.
"Have you…?"
"I don't think she's ready for my cock just yet. But I really get off to watching her, and French kissing her after another man's cum in her mouth, and eating her pussy after she's been fucked." Then I detailed everything Felicity and I had done since the recording.
It would be a gross understatement to say that Nellie was stunned by my revelations.
"You fucked my mother!?! Roy fucked my mother!?! You told her about everything we've done? That I've done?"
"I haven't told her about our Ice Cream Social and Orgy yet. I thought I'd let Roy tell her. Roy doesn't know she's your mother."
"My daughter's a slut. My mother's a slut."
"And you're a fucking slut too. It must be genetic."
"This is insane! I cannot believe this is really happening."
"Believe it, Baby. It's happening. Go with the fucking flow."
"Fuck me, you crazy bastard! Fuck me now."
I rammed my cock into her cunt, and fucked her hard.
"Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck my slutty Mom's cunt!"
Felicity was on the bed beside us, ramming two fingers into her prepubescent pudenda.
Nellie and I came simultaneously, and watched our 10-year-old wild child bring herself to orgasm.
Then, there was an astounding Kodak moment, and I didn't have my camera. I rolled off of Nellie, and our wild child dove into Mommy's cunt, devouring Daddy's hot semen.
Nellie was shocked, before being overcome with unbridled lust. She froze for a few seconds before grasping her daughter's head and humping her face. "Oh Fuck! Oh God-fucking-damn! Oh, yeah, Baby, eat Mommy's pussy. Eat Daddy's cum out of Mommy's pussy. Oh God O God O god. Fuuuckkk!"
Felicity kissed me, giving me back some of my cum, mingled with her mother's vaginal juices. I kissed and licked her face clean.
"That was so hot, Baby," I said. "Seeing you eat your mother's pussy."
Nellie's expression was one of amazement and wonder. "Where did you learn how to do that, Felicity?"
"Pauline taught me. She taught Peggy and Wendy too, and she's going to teach Bethany. Lula taught her how."
"Who's Lula?"
"Her grandmother, who doesn't want to be called grandmother or grandma or granny. She wants us all to call her Lula. She's got bodacious ta tas, and Dad titty-fucked her."
"Bodacious Ta Tas?" Nellie laughed.
"Really big boobies"
Nellie looked at me, and shook her head in disbelief, "You've Eaten your daughter and all of her friends' pussies. You fucked Pauline and titty fucked her grandmother. You've watched four different men, including my father, fuck our daughter. You've fucked my mother, and helped Roy fuck my mother. And you got Roy and Mickey to join you in gangbanging me. And, you've managed to accomplish all this perversion in a week."
"Ten days, actually. I told you, The Enchanted Garden is actually The Enchanted Garden. It's magic."
"I'm beginning to believe it," Nellie said, shaking her head.
Felicity said, "Pauline says it's true. She said she feels like this place was magic a long time before white people came to America. It was a place where fertility rituals were performed by Indians."
We explained Pauline's head injury, and resultant sixth sense and nymphomania.
The three of us slept together for the first time since Felicity was a toddler, frightened by a thunderstorm.
In Chapter 13 Filly introduces Frank to Riley at Sarge's. At Filly's urging, Frank fucks Sarge. At her daddy's urging, Riley and Sarge double team Filly. Later all is revealed during a Harris-O'Hara family orgy...
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