Chapter 14
(Mg, MF, Mm, mmF, inc, intr, oral, orgy)
Frank finally fucks Felicity and meets Bethany's Uncle Willard. Swimming pool fun leads to a interracial multigenerational orgy...
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Nellie, Gerry, and Sarah had to be at their respective offices at 9 AM. I don't have to show up. I can check in by phone.
Sarah and I cooked breakfast for the gang.
"I want everybody to watch Daddy fuck me," Felicity announced.
"Are you sure, Baby?" I asked.
"I've been using Lula's dildo. I think I'm ready."
She had me lie on my back, and straddled me cowgirl style. She rubbed my cockhead up and down her self-lubricated vagina. The head disappeared, and I watched in amazement as my cockshaft disappeared into her cunt, as she slowly lowered herself until her pudenda rested in the nest of my pubic hair.
Felicity giggled, "I did it!" and began to move slowly up and down, gradually picking up speed.
I grasped her hips, guiding her up and down, then I began bucking. With my hands on her hips, it was almost like I was using her as a masturbatory toy.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"
"Fuck her, Frank!" Gerry urged. "Fuck your daughter!"
Roy and Mickey joined in the cheering section.
"Fuck her, Frank!" Nellie cheered. "Give her that big fucking cock."
Felicity's movements became spasmodic. "Unh unh unh unh unh Fuuckk!"
I rolled her over onto her back, and fucked her hard and fast until I came.
Before she recovered from her orgasm, I rammed my tongue deeply into her spasming cunt. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and humped my face wildly until she swooned from another climax.
Nellie, Sarah, and Gerry went to their respective places of employment. I drove the kids back to The Enchanted Garden. Mickey called shotgun. "I'm really glad you wanted me and Roy to be your buddies."
"And I'm grateful you and Roy allowed an old man to be your jack-off buddy. I didn't have one when I was a teen. Y'all make me feel young."
"I really liked us jacking each other off while Mrs. Harris watched and finger fucked her pussy."
"I liked feeling your hard cocks in my hands," I said reaching over and giving his lump a quick squeeze.
"And I really got off to feeling y'all cum on my thighs."
"And I liked holding your big cock and feeling you cum on my belly. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen," he said, reaching over and squeezing my bulge.
I placed my hand on his, and left it there until we pulled into The Enchanted Garden Parking lot.
"Grandpa said that his little brother, Goeff, has one as big or bigger than yours. Him and Grandpa are going to enter the fishing contest and spend the weekend on Geoff's houseboat. Can I enter the fishing contest?"
"I don't know how much fishing they'll get done with you there."
"Grandpa doesn't last very long, and it takes a long time for him to get it up again. He's 58 years old, and his brother is three years older. Sarge and Riley aren't much younger, and they pretty much stay horny."
"I think attitude and inhibitions have a lot to do with it. And, guilt is the great inhibitor. Your grandparents were raised in strictly religious households. They were made to feel guilty and unworthy. Catholicism is even stupider than fundamentalist protestantism."
"Weren't you raised in a religious home?"
"My parents didn't really push religion on me. I became a hard-core believer on my own. Then rejected religion on my own, and I rejected it as completely as I had accepted it."
The boys went to their respective apartments. Felicity got into her bikini and went to the pool. I showered, shaved and got into my gray three piece suit. The doorbell chimed as I finished dressing.
I opened the patio door to Bethany and a tall slender black man.
"Hi, Mr. Harris. This is my Uncle Willard. Really, he's Momma's Uncle, but I call him Uncle too."
We shook hands.
"I'm disappointed," Uncle Willard said. "Bethany told me that you're a nudist, and you're always naked when you're home. I was so looking forward to seeing the famous Fucking Python."
"I have to get dressed to go to work."
"How unfortunate."
"Come in. Have a seat. Could I get you something to drink?"
"Don't you have to go to work?"
"I can call in." I called in. I had no assignments.
Uncle Willard sat on the couch. Bethany got up into his lap, put her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips. His right hand caressed her back, while his left cupped her butt.
"Can we all get naked?" Bethany asked.
"Certainly," I said, untying my tie.
Willard was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Bethany was wearing her one-piece bathing suit. They were naked, sitting on the couch, kissing while I took off my 3-piece suit, tie, dress shirt, and lace up shoes.
"Jesus H. Christ! That is not your stereotypical white boy penis."
"It's bigger than yours, Uncle Willard," Bethany said, stroking the stiff black rod which was slightly smaller than mine.
"Bethany tells me that black and pink is your favorite color combination," he said, spreading his grand niece's black labia majora to expose the bright pink inner portion.
"Ever since I saw a '56 Ford Crown Victoria when I was 13."
"How old were you when you first saw one of these?"
"I was 18, in the navy. She was a buxom street walker in Rio de Janeiro. She didn't speak English. I didn't speak Portuguese, or Spanish, or Italian, or German, or French. But we managed to communicate."
"She spoke all of those languages?" Bethany asked.
"Yep."
"Bethany says that you give beard rides to all of the young girls."
"One of my guilty pleasures."
"Could I watch?"
"Certainly." I laid on my back on the floor, and Bethany straddled my face as Felicity entered from the patio.
"I see you caught Dad before he left," she said, slipping out of her bikini.
"Filly," Uncle Willard said, "Bethany tells me you're a slut, and proud of it, and that your Daddy loves you being a slut."
Felicity giggled naughtily, "And he's turned my mother and grandmother into sluts too. My Daddy loves sluts."
"Would you like to sit in my lap while my grand niece rides your Daddy's beard?"
"I'll wait until they finish. Daddy can't watch while he's eating pussy. It's so much hotter with Daddy watching me."
Bethany humped and ground her cunt against my face. I wanted to give her a quick orgasm, so I could watch my daughter with a black man. I attacked her clit, vigorously lip-nibbling and sucking, before tongue-raping her hot, juicy little cunt.
She giggled and panted and whined and moaned and wailed until I brought her to a body-quaking orgasm.
"That was quick," Willard said.
"I'm a little impatient to watch you and my daughter."
"You've never seen her with a black man before."
"Nope.Have you seen Bethany with a white man before?"
"Nope. But, I'll be here through the Fourth of July weekend. So, we'll have plenty of time to watch each other molest each other's little girls."
The phone rang.
"Frank. House fire three blocks away from you. The first engine called in a second alarm before arriving on the scene." Anne gave me the address.
I put on my shirt pants and shoes. And took off. I could see the smoke to the southeast from my parking lot.
Nellie pulled into her parking space as I was pulling out.
"A black guy's in there, molesting our daughter. Don't freak," I said before driving away.
I arrived behind one of the second alarm pumpers, and hopped out with my camera. It was a Victorian mansion in being consumed by flame. It was three stories tall if you counted the attic -- four if you counted the pilings. It was nearly as tall as a modern five story building.
The historical marker at the front gate stated that it was Palmetto Island's first high class brothel. It was undergoing renovation at the time of the fire. I got great shots of its destruction. I got three photos of the structure collapsing in on itself. When the flames were finally extinguished, there was only a pile of smoking, steaming charred timber.
I interviewed the first captain and crew on the scene, the chief and the fire marshal. Off the record, Fire Marshall Danny O'Donohoe said he was certain it was arson. "I'll never be able to prove it. There were paint and solvents and gasoline for the generator. The owner's in financial straits."
I was getting back in my car when Roy and Mickey accosted me with a barrage of questions about the fire.
"Would y'all like to go to the newsroom with me?"
"Can we!?!" Mickey asked.
"That would be so cool." Roy gushed.
"Shotgun!" Mickey called.
As I shifted into this gear, I noticed the lump in Mickey's jeans. "You're not a pyromaniac, are you, Mickey?"
"No!"
"You've got a hard-on."
Roy chuckled, "I think he got that when he saw you. He's queer for you."
"I'm not queer!"
"You've talked more about us jacking each other off than you have about us fucking Nellie."
"Bullshit! That's not true, and you know it!"
I reached over and gave Mickey's lump a squeeze. "That was a pretty wild event for me, too. Jacking you two off while y'all jacked me off was a first. I had never really imagined doing anything like that before meeting y'all."
"Yeah. I thought it was so cool when Roy told me that you wanted to be our jackoff buddy. I had seen you in the swimming pool. Your cock looked big."
We went to the newsroom, where I quickly introduced them and took them to the darkroom. After putting the film on the spool, putting the spool into the canister, and pouring in the developer, I got on my knees, and sucked Roy and Mickey's cocks, going back and forth from one to the other. Roy came in my mouth. Micky came on my face. Mickey sucked my cock. He either had a lot of experience, or he was a natural born cocksucker.
After processing the film, I took it into the lab to make prints.
Betty came in, and asked, "You want me to do that for you?"
"You have to ask?" I said, stepping away from the enlarger.
After examining the negatives, she said, "They're good. I don't need to play with them."
"How was your Hump Day hump?"
She looked at the boys, and I motioned them to get out.
"After the performance anxiety, the premature ejaculation, and another bout of performance anxiety, not too bad," she said. "Maybe I shouldn't have told him that you dumped me instead of the other way around."
"I'm sure he'll do much better next week."
"That's what I told him. And I'm pretty sure my faked orgasm gave him confidence."
"Did you fake them for me?"
"Not often."
"Do you ever fake them for Bob?"
"Almost never. Bob can detect the fakes. I think the fake sounds turn him on, or piss him off. He really slams it to me, and the fake becomes real. Bob's the best!" Betty said, then did her Carly Simon imitation, "Nobody does it better, sometimes I wish someone would."
"That's because nobody knows you better."
"You come pretty close."
I went down on her. I dropped to my knees, pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She was moaning, pulling my head into her crotch and humping my face, when I heard Joel say, "What the fuck!?!"
"Fuck it!" Betty gasped. "Don't stop now, Frank! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"
"Eat her pussy, Frank!" Mickey cheered.
"Tongue-fuck her cunt!" Roy said.
"Oh Fuuuckkk!" the boys pushed her over the edge.
"I can't believe this," she said pulling her panties up.
"Don't worry about the boys," I said. "They haven't led a sheltered life. They've double-teamed my wife."
"This isn't happening," Joel said in disbelief as he turned and walked away.
"They fucked Nellie?" Betty asked.
"Oh yeah. And she loved it. She's turned into a real slut, and I love it."
"I understand. Bob loves me being his slut wife. Maybe you could loan the boys to me someday. It would be a hell of a surprise for Bob to come home, and find two teens double-teaming me."
"Really!?!" Mickey asked.
"No Shit?" Roy gushed.
"Could y'all get free Saturday afternoon? Bob goes to rugby practice between nine and noon. He always calls before he comes home to see if I want him to pick up anything from the store."
"Yeah."
"Hell yeah!"
They made arrangements. I wrote the fire story and photo captions. I called K-ROK and arranged to interview and photograph Lady Blue while she was on-air that evening.
I dropped the boys off at the O'Hara house on the way back to The Enchanted Garden, where I found an empty apartment. I went out onto the patio, and saw Felicity, Nellie, Bethany, and Willard in the pool. The three girls who saw me naked were reclining on lounges. Two boys Roy's age were on the diving boards. A sexagenarian couple were swimming laps.
I got out of the suit and into my swim trunks. I dove in at the deep end, and surfaced in front of Willard, who was standing in navel deep water.
"Hi, Mr. Harris!" Bethany squealed, swimming to me. She climbed up on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She kissed me, pressing her lips firmly against mine.
"If you can hug and kiss my Daddy, I can hug and kiss your uncle." There was no apparent tongue action, but it was much more than a casual, friendly peck on the lips.
Willard gave me a little head motion, and we moved into deeper water. His right hand pushed the fabric of Felicity's bikini bottom into the posterior cleavage, and kneaded my daughter's bare right butt cheek. I did the same to Bethany.
He and I were facing each other, so no one in the pool except Nellie witnessed our groping.
"I can kiss better than that!" Bethany boasted, and proceeded to prove it.
Felicity took the challenge and kissed Willard even more passionately.
The sexagenarian couple swam past, using the Australian crawl with the man nearest us. His face was underwater when they passed. They turned around at the other end, where he stopped his wife and whispered something to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she grinned. They traded places, and swam nearer to us and much slower than they had on the previous pass.
I stuck my right hand into Bethany's bikini bottom, kneading her butt.
I darted my eyes toward our apartment, and Willard nodded. We got out and walked to the apartment, carrying the girls, and making no attempt to conceal our state of arousal.
"Y'all are crazy!" Nellie whispered.
When we went into the apartment, I opened the drapes. Anyone peeking through a knothole or between the wood slats could see into our living room. I knew that kids frequently peeked into the patio after the three teenyboppers saw me naked, and told all of their friends.
Felicity and Bethany immediately understood what I wanted.
Felicity made Willard put her down. She pulled his trunks down to his ankles, and took his long hard black cock into her mouth.
"I didn't do anything after you left, Daddy, because I wanted you to watch. We watched Uncle Willard fuck mom."
"I couldn't wait," Nellie said. "I've had fantasies about black men since I was 10 or 11 years old, when I saw our elementary school janitor fucking my fifth grade teacher in the back seat of her car. They were parked in the woods close to my home."
"1960? In the segregated Deep South?" I said. "That janitor was really living dangerously. If anyone found out, the teacher probably would have claimed it was rape. There wouldn't have been a trial. He would have been lynched."
"It was better in California," Willard said. "But most white folks considered us a subhuman."
"Really?" Bethany said.
"It's gotten better since the mid 60s. The Civil Rights Movement brought a lot of advances--the Civil Rights Act. The Voting Rights Act. The EEOC," Willard said. "But it looks like racism is here to stay."
"You lost your hard-on," Uncle Willard, Felicity whined.
"Sorry," he chuckled. "Racism isn't a very erotic topic."
"Nellie?" I asked. "How was your first interracial fuck. Did it live up to your sex fantasies?"
"His cock wasn't as monstrous as I had imagined. Other than that, the reality was better than the fantasy."
"I want to see that. But, first, I want to watch Willard fuck our daughter."
Felicity made him lie down on the floor, no more than three feet away from the sliding glass patio door, and straddled him. Bethany took at least three inches of my cock in her mouth and sucked as Willard's ebony cock slowly disappeared into my daughter's prepubescent alabaster pudenda.
"Do you like it, Daddy? Do you like watching Uncle Willard fuck my pussy with his big black cock?"
I ejaculated profusely before she completed the question, causing Bethany to gag and cough. "I'm sorry Bethany. It happened so fast, I didn't have time to warn you."
After recovering her breath, Bethany said, "Fuck her Uncle Willard. Fuck Filly's white pussy. Fill her cunt with your cum, so her Daddy can lick it all out."
"Fuck her Willard. Fuck my daughter. My hot little slut daughter."
Willard rolled Felicity over onto her back, and rammed his rod into her cunt hard and fast.
"Fuck me, Uncle Willard! Fuck me hard like you fucked my mother." Her words became unintelligible babblings as she neared orgasm.
"You've got my baby speaking in tongues, Willard. Fuck her! Pound that pussy!"
Felicity had a body-quaking orgasm. She went momentarily rigid, with her back arched, before going dishrag limp, like a statue that suddenly melted.
"Oh Fuck!" Nellie gasped. "That was so fucking hot!"
Willard rolled off, and I dove in, hungrily licking and sucking my baby's red swollen cunt, savoring the taste of their mingled juices.
"Eat me, Daddy. Eat my pussy. Save some cum for me."
"Save some for me, too," Nellie said, before sucking Willard's limp dick.
It wasn't long before Willard's phallus was at full erection again, and he started fucking Nellie's mouth. I couldn't believe it. She was deep-throating! She had never done that for me. And I had never shoved it in very far.
"Fuck her, Uncle Willard. Fuck Momma's mouth!"
"Fuck her mouth!" Bethany cheered.
He came down her throat, then pulled out enough to leave a little in her mouth, before pulling out completely, dribbling some cum on her chin.
I kissed her, and she gave me his cum.
"How long have you been deep throating?"
"That was my first time with a real cock. Betty showed me how yesterday, using her dildo. And I taught her the tongue things you showed me."
"She knows everything about us. Doesn't she?"
"Everything."
"Does her husband know?"
"Steven doesn't know much. She's his trophy wife. The men at his agency and clients are envious, and he gets to act macho. At home, he's a wimp. She treats him like shit. She made him show me his little dick, and humiliated him. In public, she hangs on his arm, and treats him with respect. At home, he's her slave. She hasn't let him fuck her for nearly seven years."
"Don't they have a 5-year-old daughter?"
"Yep."
"That's just cruel!" Felicity exclaimed. "Nobody should be treated like that."
"He gets off to it," Nellie said. "Some people are like that. Steve could have left her years ago. She's given him plenty of grounds for divorce. But, because of her, he has the respect and envy of his subordinates, superiors, and clients in his professional life. They go night clubbing every Friday night, where strangers envy him. And, he gets off to being humiliated at home in front of his wife's friends."
"Weird!"
"Some people might think that your father is really weird for getting off to having grown men fuck his 10-year-old slutty daughter. Some fathers go into a murderous rage if they catch some boy copping feels on their innocent daughters," Nellie said. "There are Dads who want their little girls to remain virgins until their wedding night. And that's considered normal behavior."
"That's sick! That's mean!" Felicity said. "That's like cruel and unusual punishment."
"And nice girls aren't supposed to masturbate either," I added.
"No fucking way!"
"And, nice girls never use bad words."
"Then, I don't know any nice girls."
Bethany giggled, "All of my friends at daycare talk dirty. Mrs. Ford acts like she don't hear too good, and some of the kids talk dirty behind her back. I think she can hear just fine. I think that she likes hearing kids being naughty."
I laughed, "I can understand that. I love hearing dirty-talking little girls."
"Where is your daycare?" Nellie asked.
"Across the street," she said, pointing west. "The white house with the blue door and shutters."
"There's no sign," I said.
"It's unlicensed," Willard explained. "Two retired ladies run it. They started out watching their grandkids, then their childrens' friends' kids, then friends of friends' kids."
"The backyard is a playground," Bethany said. "There's swings and slides and a jungle gym and sand boxes and a playhouse and a tree house. If you go into the tree house, it means that you want to do sex stuff."
"Does Mrs. Ford know about the tree house?"
"I think so. Once, I was gone for a week. When I came back, Mrs. Ford said, 'We've missed you.' then she whispered, 'especially the tree house boys.' and she winked at me."
We showered, put our swimsuits on and returned to the pool. The kids who were at the pool when we left were still there, and had been joined by two more teen boys. They were playing Marco Polo. A boombox belted out rock 'n' roll.
In the water, we played catch with the girls. I threw to Willard, he threw to Nellie, and she threw to me. Nellie, being the weakest, was having trouble keeping up.
The sexagenarian gentleman said, "I used to do that with my daughter."
"You can 'Do It' with my daughter," I said, throwing Felicity to him.
"Hi. I'm Felicity Harris."
"I'm glad to meet you. I'm Merle Michaels," he said, throwing her to Willard, who threw Bethany to me. I caught her by her left arm and crotch. I gave her crotch an obvious squeeze before pitching her to Merle, and catching my daughter the same way. I paused a moment, holding Felicity high, before tossing her to Merle.
The pace of the game slowed down, and we held the girls a little longer before tossing them. I was the first to tire. Both Willard and Merle were in better shape than I was.
"Swimming, walking, and stair climbing are the best exercises you can do," Merle said. "And it's free. You don't have to pay a fucking gym. Excuse my language, girls."
He was holding Felicity at the time. She whispered, "You don't have to watch your fucking language around me."
"Be careful, girls," Merle's wife said. "My husband is a dirty old man."
"Kewl!" Felicity giggled, hugging his neck. "I love dirty old men."
"My understanding wife, Donna. She's understanding because she's a dirty old broad."
Merle's left hand was on Felicity's back. His right hand cupped her butt, which was underwater, and out of most people's line of sight.
"It doesn't bother you that your sexy daughter 'Loves' dirty old men?"
"My Daddy loves me loving dirty old men. Don't you, Daddy?"
"Why should that bother me, since I, too, am a dirty old man?"
"A lot of dirty old daddies are selfish, and possessive and protective of their sexy little girls."
"I'm protective in the sense that I will not allow her to be hurt or humiliated or abused in any way. If my baby wants to be naughty, I want her to be naughty. I get off to my daughter's naughtiness."
Donna chuckled, "My father was the same way. He shared me with his two brothers and two of his friends. Poker nights at our house became 'poke her' nights."
"Wanna Fuck my daughter?" I asked, the moment the tape in the boombox ended, and the teenyboppers decided to take a break from Marco Polo. Everyone in the pool heard.
All eyes were upon us, and stayed on us until we entered our patio, and closed the gate.
"Do y'all live here?" Felicity asked as though nothing unusual had been said. "I haven't seen y'all before."
"No," Merle replied. "We're visiting our daughter and son-in-law, and our grandson, Mickey."
"Mickey O'Rourke?" Felicity asked.
"Yes. You know him?"
"Yeah. Him and Roy Randall are Daddy's buddies."
"Buddies?" Donna asked.
"Jack off buddies," I replied as we entered our living room and disrobed.
"Really?" Merle asked, obviously titillated by the thought of his 14-year-old grandson having a grown man as a masturbation mate. "They went to a fire earlier, and we haven't seen them since."
"They went to the newspaper with me after the fire, then I dropped them off at my mother-in-law's house."
"They're probably fucking my grandmother right now," Felicity giggled. "They already fucked Mom and me."
Donna giggled, "So, Mickey's not gay."
"He loves it both ways."
There was a knock at the back door. It was Micky's one knock-four knocks-two knocks.
I quickly went to the door and opened it before his grandparents could react. Mickey and Roy stood in the doorway, stunned. Merle and Donna froze in place.
"MeMaw! PePaw!"
"I hear you've been a very busy boy," Donna laughed. "I hope you're not too busy to give your old MeMaw some attention."
"How was your visit with Sarah?" I asked.
"Good! Really good," Roy said.
"I think her neighbor heard us," Mickey said. "When we were getting into Sarah's car to leave, her neighbor waved to her, and asked who her handsome young gentlemen friends were. Sarah introduced us, and said that she was hiring us to do her yard work."
Roy said, "The fat neighbor lady, Edna, was holding one of those little shovels."
"A trowel?" Donna asked.
"Yeah, a trowel. Sarah told us that she was sure that Edna was working on the flower bed on the side of her house, which was less than ten feet away from Sarah's bedroom window. She could have heard us fucking, because Sarah got pretty loud when she was cumming."
"I hope this Sarah person didn't wear you two out," Donna said. "I've never been double teamed before. It's something I'd like to experience before I die."
The orgy began. Roy and Mickey fucked Mickey's grandmother, with Roy in her cunt and Mickey in her mouth. Merle fucked my daughter. Willard fucked my wife. Bethany sucked my cock while I watched. Partners were changed, and it was time for me to make an appearance in the newsroom. I showered, dressed and left.
I wrote a historical piece on the whorehouse that burned to the ground. I had written it nearly a decade earlier. I updated it with quotes from the Historical Society's president, a retired police chief, the fire marshal, and the retired madam, who happened to be married to the retired police chief. I also interviewed the owner who was in the process of renovating the structure. He got very nervous when I mentioned that the fire marshal suspected arson. That wasn't mentioned in the story.
I went to the radio station and sat in the DJ booth with Lady Blue during her show, and took several photos of her doing her thing. We talked on air about our love for late 50s rhythm and blues, and the girl groups of the 60s.
After her show, I went to The Oasis and got drunk. I barely remember staggering and stumbling home.
In Chapter 15 Frank's sexual activities become known throughout The Enchanted Garden...
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