Chapter 17
(MF, Fmm, Mg, cuck, exhib, oral, voy, anal, inc)
Bethel becomes a slut, making her husband a submissive cuckold. Frank exposes a sanctimonious drag queen, and his holier than thou cheating spouse...
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"It's five, Frank," Sarge said nudging my shoulder with a nightstick.
"What the hell?" I asked looking at the weapon.
"I never woke you up before. Some guys come up out of a sound sleep swinging."
"Oh..."
"Your suspicion about Wilma Long was not unfounded. She left her apartment at 11:02 p.m. and arrived at the The Inerrant Word of God Baptist Tabernacle at 11:06 p.m. A light was on in the pastor's office. I used your trick with the suction cup mic on the window, but used a top of the line cassette recorder. For a pair of religious freaks, they do a lot of dirty talking while doing the dirty deed."
"Damn. I didn't mean for you to go to all of that trouble. I just wanted to see if she would go to the church or he would go to her apartment."
"I don't do nothing half-assed, Buddy," he chuckled. "Besides, it was good practice. Me and Riley are getting a private eye license. I told him all about the guy who surveilled your old lady. We've ordered a parabolic mic, top of the line video camera and an infrared 35 millimeter camera with a telephoto lens. We're going to be cheater chasers, and hire college kids to patrol. We're arguing over the name. He wants Riley and Preston. I want Preston and Riley."
"I have to get going," I said, jumping up and running to my bedroom.
I shook Gilbert awake, and pointed to his naked wife, motioning for him to wake her.
"You wake her," he said. "Give her a thrill."
He grasped my wrist when I reached for her shoulder, and guided my hand to her butt. "Grab her ass" he whispered. "Give it a squeeze."
I did as I was instructed. She raised her head and turned, looking at him.
He gave her an evil grin, and raised both hands.
It took her a moment to realize her husband's hand was not the one fondling her butt.
She rolled away, and pulled the sheet over her body.
"Why are you hiding? Frank took pictures of your naked bod last night, and he's going to take a bunch more this morning."
"I'm not quite awake. And, I'm a little disoriented, waking up in a strange bed."
"With a strange man's hand on your ass. Did you like it?"
"No!" then she grinned. "Yes, Gilbert. I enjoyed feeling another man's hand on my ass. I liked it a lot. But not as much as you did. You get off to showing my naked pictures to your buddies, knowing what they would like to do with my body. Maybe you want to bring them home to ogle my naked body in person. You'd really get off to that. Wouldn't you? Do you want them to grope me, Gilbert? You want to see their hands all over my body. You want them to squeeze my tits and ass and pussy. You want them to fuck me. You want to watch me suck their cocks."
She suddenly ripped the sheet off of him, exposing a rigid six inch erection.
"Maybe you would like to come home after a week out on the rig and find cum stained bed sheets. Better yet, come home and find me getting gangbanged in our bed."
Gilbert ejaculated.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "You do want it!"
"No. Not really. It's something we can fantasize about. Maybe role play."
"Fuck me, Frank."
"We're going to lose the light."
"What!?!"
"For the beach shots. We need to get going. Now."
They got dressed. I don't know why I grabbed my fanny pack. It's not something I do normally. I carry my Rollei35 in my right suit coat pocket. I don't make a habit of carrying a camera when I'm off duty. I hung the Pentax around my neck.
We hopped into the Mustang and zoomed to the park, where I discovered that I had no more exposures left in the Pentax, and didn't bring another roll of film with me. Shit like that always happens when I don't start my day with at least two cups of black coffee. I had to shoot with the Rollei, which I only used for spot news shots, which didn't require high quality. There were 32 exposures left on the roll.
Bethel removed her dress and went out into ankle deep water, where she started to dance.
"There's a jon boat," Gilbert said.
Bethel took a couple of quick steps toward the shore, before stopping, saying, "Fuck it. They've already seen me." She danced and splashed in the water as the boat approached.
"Dad!?!"
Felicity, Roy and Mickey were in the boat. Roy expertly ran the boat up onto the shore. I quickly explained what I was doing.
"This is Gilbert and Bethel Sullivan, Peggy and Wendy's aunt and uncle."
"The black sheep of the family!" Felicity squealed.
"My reputation precedes me," Gilbert laughed.
"May we dance with her, Dad?"
"The more the merrier," I said. "Get naked, Gilbert."
I quickly burned through the roll. I put the camera down, stripped and joined the frolicking nudes.
The adults wore out first, and sat in the shallow water, panting. Bethel noticed the boys gaping at her heaving breasts.
"Like what you see, boys?" she asked seductively.
They quickly looked away.
"Don't look away. My husband likes me being ogled. He shows naked pictures of me to his friends. Come on, get a closer look." she directed Mickey to her right and Roy to her left. "You can touch them if you want. Play with them. Suck them. I want you to do whatever you want to do with my tits, my ass, my cunt, my mouth. I want my husband to watch you do anything and everything you want to do to my body."
They titty fucked her before fucking her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. Gilbert was in cuckold heaven.
"Damn!" Bethel exclaimed. "My wimpy husband is done for after one fuck. One fuck that usually doesn't last all that long. One fuck, and he's done for the night. I wish I could take you boys home with me. Maybe I'll just start letting our neighbors know I'm available. I'm going to buy some sexier shorts and halter tops and skimpy tee shirts to wear around the yard. I'll show off to the mailman and meter readers."
"Don't embarrass me in front of the neighbors, in front of my friends."
"Maybe the next time you come home from the rig, your neighbors and friends will tell you about the strange men coming in and out of our house at all hours of the day and night."
"You wouldn't."
"I'll take you grocery shopping with me, so you can watch me flirt with stock boys and clerks, and waiters. When we go deep sea fishing, I won't wet a hook. I'll spend the entire time flirting with the deckhands, telling them that my hubby isn't man enough to satisfy my needs."
"You're serious."
"I am really going to enjoy that Jamaica vacation we planned for next year."
"You're just being mean," Felicity scolded.
"It's Gilbert's fault. He turned me on. He made me want more than he's capable of giving. I've been a faithful wife for nearly 14 years, catering to his every need. Am I lying Gilbert?"
"No, Dear."
"Have I been a good and faithful wife?"
"Yes, Dear."
"Have I ever denied you anything?"
"No, Dear."
"You've awakened needs in me that you are not capable of satisfying. Over the past few years, you've wanted me to act sluttier and sluttier. Haven't you?"
"Yes, Dear."
"You got off to Frank touching my ass this morning. Didn't you?"
"He made me do it," I said. "He grabbed my wrist, guided it to your ass, and told me to give it a squeeze."
"I liked it, Gilbert. I liked being touched by another man. I never could have imagined how much it turned me on to feel another man's hand groping me. That was the trigger. Now, I want a lot of men groping me. I want to feel more men's hands on my ass and tits and cunt. You've turned your faithful wife into a slut, and I am going to be open about it. I want everybody to know that I'm a slut wife, and you're my cuck. You loved showing me off and groping me in public, like yesterday at the picnic. I never told you; I was afraid to admit it to myself, but I liked being publicly groped. You wanted other men to see you grope me. Now, I want you to see other men groping me. A lot of other men."
Gilbert slowly, and maybe absentmindedly, stroked his stiff cock.
"Oh, my God!" Felicity gasped. "You're getting off to it! You're getting off to her treating you like shit."
"Different strokes for different folks," I said.
"You said that you're going to let everyone know," Felicity said. "Even Mr. and Mrs. Long, and Peggy and Wendy?"
"Everybody."
"Not Dianna!" Gilbert whined.
"I'm fairly certain that she's no longer a virgin. I put her on birth control over six months ago, right after her first period."
"My daughter started sucking cock when she was six years old," I said proudly. "And she's been a fucking slut since she was eight."
"Lucky girl!"
"We better get back to the houseboat," Roy said. "Your Grandpa and Grand-unk are probably awake by now. They'll be worrying about us."
Felicity gave me a hug and a deep soul kiss while the boys pushed the jon boat off the beach and cranked the little outboard. She waded out and climbed into the boat as it puttered away.
We got into the Mustang, and I drove them back to The Enchanted Garden, where I let them out at my door.
"Y'all make yourselves at home. You're welcome to any food in the fridge and cabinets. I'm going to the paper to process the film and make some prints. I'll drop yesterday's film off at the One Hour kiosk, and pick it up later."
I was in the lab, making prints of the frolickers when Betty entered. "Wow! These are great!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, the Rollei is better than I thought it could be. I've been using it almost like a point and shoot on wrecks and fires that I come across. I'll take it seriously from now on."
"It's an excellent camera. Why would you spend big bucks on a point and shoot?"
"Big bucks? I got it at the flea market for $50."
"I recognize Felicity, Roy, and Mickey. Who are the grownups?"
I told her the story while we made more prints and hung them to dry.
She laughed, "Even Bob was surprised by my sexual appetite after he turned me on to swinging. He's not complaining. He gets pussy and head whenever he wants it. The more cock I get, the more I want. I'm getting into mindless meaningless fucks. Fucking guys I dislike. Guys I wouldn't socialize with. Guys I wouldn't introduce to you, or be seen with in public. Pure, impersonal fucking for the sake of fucking and nothing else."
"I can understand the attraction."
"Have you ever done it?"
"I've had a few impersonal one-night stands."
"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about having affairs. Regular or semi-regular repeat performances. Go in, undress, fuck, dress, leave. No conversation, or nothing you could call a civil or intelligible conversation."
"How long has it been going on?"
"A little over two months now. He came on to me in a dive bar. I don't even know why I went in. There was just me and the bartender, Mike, 'Big Mike' Runyon. He was rude and crude, telling me he had what I needed. He pissed me off. I took him up on his challenge. I was going to fuck him ragged, and walk away laughing."
"That didn't work out?"
"The son of a bitch has this humongous sausage, and knows what to do with it. And, he has more stamina than any other man I've ever fucked. We get together, insult each other and fuck.
"He's a bartender?"
"Part time dive bartender, part time topless bar bouncer, part time repo man. He's big, stupid, ugly, and probably illiterate, with some kind of obnoxious Yankee accent, like Brooklyn."
"Lovely."
"It's like a fucking addiction. Literally; a fucking addiction. I keep going back for more. Every time is going to be the last time."
"You just insult each other and fuck."
"Yeah. Insults are our foreplay. How sick is that? He is so fucking stupid. I called him an Erudite Paramour. I said it like it was an insult, and he believes it's an insult. He wouldn't understand the sarcasm, if he ever learned what it really meant."
I laughed, "I would love to be there when he used it to insult someone else, like some asshole he's bouncing out of the topless bar."
"Shit! I didn't consider that. What the fuck will I do if some asshole laughs at him and tells him what it means. He wouldn't understand the sarcasm."
"Explain the sarcasm. It means the opposite of what it says. It doesn't mean intellectual lover, it means dumb fuck."
"I love it."
I made two prints of the group photos, one with Gilbert groping Bethel's boob, and one without. Then, I cropped and blew up the photo of the boob grope to a four by five. It was a little grainy, but not bad.
The prints were dry enough to place paper towels between them and take them home.
"Did you hear about the guys who threw the tomatoes?" she asked.
"No."
"Someone saw the photos in the paper this morning, and called the cops and identified them. They've been arrested, charged with assault and they've posted bail. There's also a restraining order stopping them from going anywhere near the protests."
"Cool."
I grabbed four more rolls of film, reloaded the Rollei, and headed back home, dropping off the roll of headshots at the One Hour kiosk on the way.
Bethel and Dianna weren't at The Enchanted Garden when I returned.
"They've gone shopping for slutty clothes," Gilbert said. "You told Dianna that you were going to take pictures of her mother in the nude?"
"The truth has a nasty habit of jumping out of my mouth while I'm trying to formulate a believable lie," I explained. "How are you doing with your new relationship?"
"I wasn't ready for it. At first, she was reluctant to let me take pictures of her naked. I told her that I wanted to have them for those lonely nights out on the rig. And she wasn't happy the first time I told her about showing the pictures to a friend. Then she seemed to accept the fact that I got off to showing them to friends. Then it got to where she willingly stripped for me and the camera, and asked what the men said about her body. She wasn't too reluctant to undress for you. And I could see that she liked you posing her for the shots."
"And you got off to another man seeing her naked in person, and her watching another man look at her."
"Yeah. It was even hotter than I ever thought it would be. And I wanted to see more men looking at my naked wife. And, this morning, I wanted to see you touch her ass. And as soon as I saw that, I wanted to see you fuck her. But I always imagined being in charge, and her doing whatever I asked her to do. Then, all of a sudden, she's in charge, doing what she wants to do, and making me watch. The fucking tables turned so fast. I mean, I'm still in shock. One second, I'm on the verge of fulfilling my fantasy of having a submissive wife doing my bidding. Then, in the blink of an eye, I'm a fucking cuckold with a hot slut wife in charge, telling me what's going to be done and how it's going to be done, and telling me that she's going to humiliate me in front of friends and family. It's fucking mind boggling."
"Have you thought about rebelling and taking charge again?"
"Yeah. For a minute or two. But I can't. She's too strong. My meek, mild, submissive housewife suddenly turns into one of those..what do you call it? A dominating…"
"A dominatrix?"
"Yeah. Don't tell her I said that. She might go out and buy leather outfits and whips and handcuffs and stuff."
"Maybe you'd get off to that too."
He actually considered it for a long moment before saying, "No! No way." and I think he meant it.
"But her sudden slutiness and your cuckoldry turns you on. You're getting off to being your slut wife's humiliated cuckold."
He lowered his head, and nodded. "I wanted to see other men fuck her. Now, I will. But on her terms, not mine," he sighed. "But being an aggressive slut is a hell of a lot sexier than just being a compliant sex object."
"No shit."
I showed the photos to Gilbert, Peggy, and Wanda.
"These are beautiful," Peggy said. "It's almost like I can hear the music they're dancing to. Flute music."
"The only music was in their heads."
"Did they fuck?" Wendy asked.
"Yes, Wendy," I said, smiling at Gilbert. "Roy and Mickey fucked your Aunt Bethel every way they could. They titty fucked her. They fucked her mouth. They fucked her cunt. And they fucked her ass."
"Did you and Uncle Gilbert fuck Filly?"
"No. Felicity and I watched your Uncle Gilbert watch the boys fuck his wife. She wants him to watch a lot of different men fucking her. Your aunt became a fucking slut this morning."
"Like you and Filly? She's a fucking slut, and you get off to watching other men, like Sarge and Riley fucking her. Then you eat her pussy and fuck her too."
"Not quite the same. Felicity would never humiliate me, and make fun of me, or laugh at me while I watch her men friends fuck her."
"That's mean!" Wendy said, looking sympathetically at her downcast uncle.
"Maybe he deserves it," I said. "Tell them, Gilbert. Tell your nieces what you made your wife do, and what you did to her that made her become who she is." I showed them the group photo and the four by five blowup of the grope.
He told them everything, and his graphic confession both humiliated and titillated him.
"You were kind of a jerk, Uncle Gilbert," Peggy said.
"An asshole," Wendy agreed.
Bethel and Dianna returned, and modeled their new slutty outfits; short-short shorts, miniskirts, minidresses, and sexy lingerie. Lastly, the skimpiest string bikinis I had ever seen.
"We can't allow Dianna to wear 'That' in public. I forbid it, Dianna. You cannot wear that 'Thing.'"
"Mom says that I don't have to obey you anymore. You have to obey me. So, shut the fuck up."
"Bethel?"
"You heard your daughter. Shut the fuck up."
"Do you like it, Mr. Harris?" Dianna asked. "Is it tinier than your daughter's bikini? It shows almost all of my ass, and doesn't completely cover my pussy."
"Bethel, please stop this," Gilbert whined.
"I am no longer Bethel. I am Beth L, the slut from hell."
"Oh, my God!"
"Well, Mr. Harris, what do you think?" Dianna asked, turning around, and displaying her untanned butt.
"What do you think I think?" I asked, looking down pointedly at the bulge in my jeans.
"I think you like it. I think you like it a lot."
"Beth L," I said. "I hope I don't offend you by saying that your daughter has a smokin' hot bod, and a sexy ass. Nice tits too."
"Would you say the same thing about your own daughter?"
"I do. I frequently tell my little girl how sexy she is. And I get off to hearing other men tell her she's sexy."
"Then I can't object to you telling my daughter how sexy you think she is, as long as she isn't disturbed by your attentions."
"I like it, Mom. I like it a lot," she said, hugging my neck.
I put my left arm around her waist, with my hand resting on her left hip. My hand slowly caressed her side, from hip to just below her breast. "Your skin feels so velvety smooth. I think you had better disengage and move away, or I'll be sorely tempted to do some feeling and fondling and inappropriate touching of private parts."
"She's not a virgin," Beth announced, grinning at her husband.
"What!?!" Gilbert gasped.
"My younger brother, Winston, has been fucking our horny daughter for nearly a year and a half."
"That worthless piece of shit!?!" Gilbert barked. "He's 26 years old, and he's still living with his parents. He's too lazy to work. I got him a roustabout job on the rig, and the punk didn't last a week. He laid in his bunk for three days, acting like he was sick."
"He's going to college," Dianna said.
"He's been going to college for over four fucking years, and it's a two year junior college. First, he majors in art, but can't draw stick figures. Then Theater, but he has no talent there, either. Then psychology. That makes him weirder than he ever was. He thinks he has the symptoms of every mental disease in the fucking book. What's his fucking major now?"
"Medical assistant," Dianne said.
"Are you kidding me? He can't stand the sight of blood. One of the other roustabouts cut his hand, and Winnie fainted. I thought he was a faggot."
"He's bisexual, Dad. From what Mom tells me, he's better hung and a better fuck than you ever were."
"Jesus fucking Christ! I don't believe this shit."
"Believe it, Gilbert," Beth said. "I've given our daughter permission to use her own bedroom whenever her and Winston want to fuck."
"No! I won't have it!"
"I've changed my mind, Dianna. I'm not limiting you and my brother to your bedroom. Y'all can fuck wherever you want whenever you want, including your father's bedroom."
"What do you mean, my bedroom?"
"I didn't tell you? You're moving to the guest room. You'll be free to decorate it any way you wish."
"No, no, no, no..."
"We have to get dressed," Beth said. "My brother and sister-in-law are treating us to lunch at the Cracker Barrel. Let's wear matching outfits, Dianna. Red short-shorts, black halter top and the black patent leather calf high boots."
"I'll help you with your makeup, Mom. You're way too conservative."
Peggy giggled, "Momma and Poppa are going to shit bricks."
Gilbert was nervously objecting to their slutty attire and whorish makeup when they left my apartment, but there was an unmistakable bulge in his pants.
I went to Sarge's and Riley's apartment. They had removed the fence between our patios, and their patio door was unlocked. The tape recorder/player was on the coffee table. I tiptoed upstairs, where I saw them in bed together, spooned, with Sarge snuggled to Riley's back. They had moved so they could each have their own bedroom. I took the recorder, and left a note, letting them know that I had done so.
I went to the One Hour Photo kiosk, and picked up the packet of candid headshots. There wasn't a bad shot in the lot. I patted myself on the back. Some days, you have all the luck.
Suddenly, I was very tired and hungry. I had a Whataburger, fries and a large chocolate malt, then went home, and crashed.
The phone woke me at 2:30.
"Hello?"
"Frank?"
"Nellie? What's up?"
"Not Reginald. He's passed out, drunk on the bed."
"How's it going?"
"Not bad until he got blitzed at lunch."
"A lightweight drinker."
"Not really, he's been hitting the bubbly since we arrived around 3 o'clock yesterday. He had a hard time getting it hard the first time. Performance anxiety. He said he wasn't used to aggressive women."
"You were aggressive?"
"Hell yes. I knew he was raring to go. I went to the bathroom, put on my black mesh catsuit with open crotch and tits, then came out, and asked, 'Wanna fuck, big boy?' He stripped quickly, but couldn't get it up until I sucked him. I asked if he wanted me to be compliant instead of aggressive, and he said he liked aggressive. I've turned him every way but loose since then. He passed out from exhaustion last night. Then one of his old friends... a college buddy, I think, 'coincidentally' showed up for lunch at the hotel restaurant at the same time we did. Reginald showed me off, and I acted like I respected and adored him. They boozed it up, and Reggie came back to the room and passed out. If he recovers this evening, he's supposed to take me to a high class adult boutique. I forgot to pack Lula's strap-on. I want to see how he reacts when I tell him I want him to buy a strap-on, so I can do unto him."
"Far fucking out."
"He said that I gave him the best blow job he's had in his entire life. I almost told him that you taught me how, but thought better of it. I think you intimidate him. What have you been up to?"
I filled her in on the happenings since she departed the Enchanted Garden.
"Damn! You've had more fun than I've had."
"It sounds like you'll have good old Reginald pretty well pussy whipped by the time you get him back to the office."
"That's the plan, my man."
"You're sounding pretty cocky."
"I feel so... so... so empowered. Like I'm in control. Like he's my subordinate."
I nearly said, 'Don't push it.' But fuck that! "Give in to your urges. Go with the flow. Push the hell out of it."
I went down to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. The Long's phone number was written on the wall by the telephone. I called and told them that the headshots were in.
Wilma was bitching about her sister-in-law's and niece's whorish attire and behavior. "...going around, like painted Jezabels, behaving like wanton harlots, flirting with the waiter and the nigger busboy. I am appalled. You're an embarrassment. A bad influence on my daughters."
"I have something y'all might like to hear; an uplifting spiritual conversation between Mrs. Wilma Long, and the Reverend Elmer Lancaster," I said, punching the 'play' button on the cassette player.
"You are so fucking hot, Wilma. I love being wicked with you. Fucking you here, in the church office."
"Oh, Elmer! I love it when you fuck my hot juicy cunt from behind while I brace myself on the pulpit, and holding on to it with both hands, like you always do at the beginning of your sermons."
"The hottest fuck for me is standing, with your back against the wall, next to your daughters' bedroom door, while Norman's at work, and they're asleep. I'm always imagining Peggy or Wendy getting up to go to the bathroom, and seeing me ramming my cock into their mother's hot juicy pussy."
"Let's go fuck in the baptismal pool again, Elmer."
Wilma fainted.
Gilbert caught her, and guided her gently to the floor.
Norman was gasping like a fish out of water. "Oh, my God! I never suspected."
I laughed, "Don't go getting up on your high horse, Fifi."
The blood drained from his face, his knees buckled, but he didn't go down.
"Who's Fifi?" Wanda asked.
"The absolute best drag queen I've ever seen, and a great cocksucker."
"How do you know?" Fifi asked.
"Remember me? The most gorgeous cock you've ever seen. Or do you say that to all the boys?"
"I've only said that to one man."
"You took your wig off to suck it. I recognized your unusual male pattern baldness comb-over in the pool. If it weren't for that, I would never have imagined Norman Long being Fifi Lafeur."
Wilma regained consciousness, looked around, buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Elmer says we're God's chosen. The chosen are chosen from the beginning of creation. He showed me Bible versions that said that Christians cannot sin. It's unclean only if you believe it's unclean. David was a traitor, a usurper, a rapist, and a murderer, and an indecent exposer, and he was God's Beloved. The serpent told the truth. Yahweh lied."
"You can pick and choose scripture to justify just about anything," I said.
Norman chuckled wickedly.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I am the senior deacon. I have access to the public address system. I am going to lock myself in the electronics room, override his sermon, and play that tape for the Sunday morning service."
The Longs and Sullivans departed to deal with their new roles in their new family dynamic.
I had the urge to drink, so I lit a joint and drank ginger ale to assuage my thirst, then decided to go for a swim, without the constraint of the jockstrap. I slipped into my snug boxer briefs swim trunks with my cock in the crease between my belly and left thigh. The vertical quarter inch wide black and white stripes emphasized the contours. I inflated my mattress float.
The pool was crowded with a fairly even mixture of adults, preteens, and toddlers.
I set the float at the southwest corner of the pool, got up onto the springboard, and heard whisperings: "'It's him." "Filly's father." "Is that him?"
My cock swelled. I dove in, and swam to the opposite end and back underwater. I surfaced at the southwest corner. I rested with my back to the corner and my arms up on the bank. I smiled and nodded to anyone who looked my way. They quickly averted their gaze. I pulled the float into the water and got onto it, belly-down. I stroked to get safely away from the diving area, then rested my left cheek on my hands.
The THC kicked in, magnifying my tactile sense. I was intensely aware of my phallus, sandwiched between my body and the float. It felt good. I ground my crotch into the groove between two of the inflated tubular chambers. My movements were slow and as discreet as I could make them, and still feel the friction.
I saw a plump little girl with baby fat boobs, who appeared to be 6 to 8 years old, standing in waist-deep water, staring at me. I smiled and winked.
She glanced around furtively then winked back, giggling.
I sensually licked my lips while looking down toward her crotch.
Her eyes followed my gaze, then looked up at me. I licked my lips again.
A girl who was taller, and not quite as plump, joined her. The first girl whispered to the second, who quickly looked at me. I smiled, nodded, and winked. They moved away, whispering. They got out of the water at the shallow end, and sat on the bank with their feet dangling in the water.
Mother Nature must love me. A west wind blew me toward the girls. The noise level increased. Toddlers were laughing and squealing in the kiddie pool. Bigger kids in the pool played Marco Polo. There were several different adults conversing. Teen girls squealing when a cannon baller drenched them. Fire trucks' sirens wailed nearby.
When I was within a few feet of the girls' feet, I stared at the new girl's crotch and licked my lips.
"You honeys make my tongue hard," I said when I was within a foot of their legs.
They gasped and giggled. The plump girl leaned forward and whispered, "You're a dirty old man."
"Yes, sweetie, I certainly am. You want to give me a push?"
They both pushed hard with both feet, capsizing the float. I went into the water, flailing dramatically. When I stood, the water was little more than knee deep. They gaped at my burgeoning bulge. I gave them a full second to stare before retrieving the float, getting back on, and paddling against the wind.
I got out of the pool, and took my time deflating the float, and making certain that everyone there and a few passersby had the opportunity to see my magnificent member before returning to the apartment, where I removed my trunks and hung them over the fence. I stretched out on the lounger and stroked my cock.
"Where's my tape recorder?" Sarge asked.
"On the coffee table. May I have a copy of the unholy encounter?"
"You can have it. I don't have any need for a copy. What's up?"
I outlined the highlights of my day.
"Which girls are we talking about?" he asked opening my gate.
No one from the pool could see me below the waist. "The girls on the diving board."
"Alice and Linda Sampson, 8 and 9 years old. Born a year and two days apart. They're staying with their aunt and uncle Lewis in B-12 while their parents go on a cruise."
"Damn! You're good."
"They're hot little cuties. I didn't waste any time introducing myself and Riley to them. The great thing about being apartment security is I have an excuse to talk to little girls I don't know, and ask personal questions," he said. "But I don't think a week is enough time for me to work my way into their pants."
"How long does it usually take?"
"Three or four months, depending on the girl. Sometimes, six."
"Felicity?"
"Like I told you, less than five minutes. But Filly is an exceptionally slutty slut. God! I love that girl!"
"Me too."
"Yeah, me and you and Riley and her Grandpa, and God knows who else. And it's not just the fucking and sucking. The little imp's so God damned lovable. And she's so fucking smart. Maybe not genius level smart, like Pauline, but a lot smarter and more mature and more independent than most kids her age."
"A free spirit," I sighed.
"A very sexy free spirit."
"Freedom is sexy."
There was a long silence before Sarge asked, "When you came in and got the tape recorder, you didn't happen to go upstairs? Did you?"
"Yes, I did."
Riley laughed, "Sarge is so worried about his macho image."
"Loving your best friend doesn't make you any less manly, Sarge," I said. "You're naturally macho, and nothing you do or say is going to diminish your macho-ness"
"Macho-ness? Is that even a word?" Riley laughed.
"It is now, if it wasn't before, asshole," Sarge barked, punching Riley's shoulder.
"How about Machismo," (pronounced ma-cheez-mo)
"I like macho-ness better," Sarge laughed. "It sounds more macho."
"Less cheesy," Riley laughed
"Shut up and cook breakfast," Sarge barked.
"Yes, Dear."
"Stop it! Just fucking stop it!"
Riley went into their apartment, and I beckoned Sarge to get closer, and whispered, "Riley's proving that he's more confident in his masculinity than you are in yours."
"No!"
I smiled and nodded.
"Shit!" he hissed. Then asked, "Wanna have breakfast with us?"
"At 5 o'clock in the afternoon? Sure."
"Throw on some more bacon and eggs! Frank's having breakfast with us."
We heard giggling.
I said, "Good afternoon, ladies. Like what you see?"
More giggling.
"Are you Filly's Dad?" It was the same voice that called me a dirty old man.
"Felicity. Her name is Felicity. She's not a fucking horse."
Sarge said, "I looked it up in the dictionary after I found out you didn't like her being called Filly. It means a vivacious girl, and she is definitely vivacious."
"What does vi-vay-whatever mean?" the other girl asked. "It sounds naughty."
"It means very lively," I explained. "You think it sounds naughty because you have a dirty mind."
"Ain't you the security dude?" the plump girl asked.
"Yes. You're Alice. Right?"
"Un huh.
"You know it's not nice to peek into people's patios, don't you? That is called an invasion of privacy. Very naughty."
"Being naked is naughty," Alice said.
"Not when you're on your own property, minding your own business."
"Do you and Filly...er...Felicity's Dad live together?"
"No. We're neighbors. We removed the fence between our patios."
Linda whispered, "Somebody said that you're Felicity's man friend."
"One of her man friends," Alice corrected.
"Now, that would be weird. Wouldn't it? I'm 53 years old, and she's only 10, her father's right here. Surely, you don't think he would allow such a thing."
Linda said "We heard that you do allow her to... uh... be with men."
Alice added, "We were told that you like it. You like your daughter being with men." then in a barely audible whisper, "*Doing It* with men."
"Here in the Enchanted Garden, you shouldn't believe anything you hear, and only half of what you see."
"Did y'all hear that Filly's Dad likes being naked in the privacy of his patio?"
We didn't hear a response.
"You can see us, but we can't see you," Sarge said. "I am assuming that you are either shaking or nodding your heads. Which is it?"
"Yes, we heard." Alice said.
"That means that you naughty naughty girls peeked in because y'all wanted to see Filly's father's humongous cock."
Giggling. Then Linda asked, "Where's Felicity?"
"On a houseboat with her grandfather, a grand uncle and two teens."
"Is she wearing her sexy teenie weenie bikini?" Alice asked.
"If she's wearing anything at all, it'll be the bikini."
"When's she coming home?" Alice asked.
"Probably around this time tomorrow."
Linda said, "We better get back to the apartment before uncle Jake comes looking for us."
"Maybe we'll see y'all tomorrow," Alice said. "We'll be here 'til Friday."
"That was hot!" Riley said. "Come on, breakfast is getting cold."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Didn't want to interrupt the flow of the conversation. One of the first lessons of interrogation technique. Right, Sarge?"
"I taught you well. Let's have breakfast out on the patio."
We sat on our loungers with plates in hand.
"Let's get an outdoor table and chairs," Riley said. "We'll set them between the patios."
"We've maxed out our credit cards on spy equipment," Sarge said. "We need to hustle up business quick. How much are ads in the paper?"
"I don't know. I don't want to know. I don't deal with advertising."
We finished eating, and I decided to go to the lake and check out the fishing contest. I put on cutoff jeans, a Cowboys tee shirt, leather sandals, and my Panama. I put the Rollei in the fanny pack, and headed out.
Sarge and Riley were getting into Sarge's Corvair. "We finally agreed on a name for our company," Riley said. "The Comprehensive Investigations Agency; the CIA. We're going to get business cards."
I drove to the contest weigh-in station, where Betty was up on a ladder shooting down a line of gaping shark jaws. "Everyone gets a wide shot of them dangling from the crossbar," she said.
She got off the ladder, and I took my turn.
"Daddy!" Felicity yelled.
Felicity, Roy, Mickey, Gerry, and Geoff were hauling a large stingray to the weigh-in.
"What's up, Dad?"
"Feeling lonely."
"Spend the night with us on the houseboat."
"Yeah," Gerry said. "Give us some relief. Felicity's worn us out."
Geoff laughed, "I thought she would make me feel young again. And, she did at first, then I felt old when she wore me out, and I could go no more."
"Don't feel bad. She and her mother wear out young men."
We got into the boat, and puttered to Geoff's houseboat. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Grand-unk Geoff hasn't watched us fuck."
Gerry chuckled, "You make being a pedophile cool. I always felt so guilty after Felicity and I fooled around. I was a dirty old man. A predator. A child molester. An innocence defiler."
"Innocence defiler?" I chuckled.
"I had to come up with something that sounded really sick and depraved," he replied. "Then, you called me at my office, and I'm masturbating while we're talking about how sexy Felicity is, and it's fun. It didn't feel dirty. We both love her. Then, I find out about all of the men she's had fun with. Suddenly, 'Slut' was no longer a dirty word. The guilt went away. Vanished into thin air."
Felicity started undressing me the moment we entered the house, The door was wide open. She pushed me down on my back on one of the single fold down bunks, and was mounting me when we felt something bump into the houseboat.
Gerry looked out a window. "Game warden."
Geoff stepped out onto the deck. "Randy! How the fuck are you?"
"Doing good, Geoff. You ain't doing nothing illegal, are you?"
"I ain't violating any fish and game laws that I know of."
Felicity put her bikini on and stepped out of the cabin.
The game warden's intake of breath was audible from inside the cabin.
"Ain't she gorgeous, Randy? This specimen of preteen loveliness is my adorable grandniece, Felicity." he said. "Felicity, this is my old school chum, Randy, the game warden."
"Hi, Randy the game warden," she said in her most seductive prepubescent voice. "You've got a big gun."
"And getting bigger by the second," Geoff said in sotto voce.
Felicity giggled naughtily.
Geoff invited Randy in. "He really don't need permission or a search warrant to check out sportsmen." He introduced us all to Randy.
"You let your daughter wear that thing? It don't hardly cover nothing."
"I'm a very permissive parent. I let her wear whatever she wishes to wear."
"It's awfully sexy for a... how old are you?"
"Ten."
"It's awfully sexy for a 10-year-old girl."
"Yes, it certainly is," I agreed. "My little girl likes being sexy. Being sexy makes her happy. Whatever makes Felicity happy makes Daddy happy. And I am a happy daddy."
"And I am a happy granddaddy," Gerry said.
"And I'm a very happy granduncle," Geoff said.
"I like making men happy," Felicity said. Her voice was seductive, but her smile and facial expression were of wide-eyed angelic innocence.
Randy sniffed. There was the unmistakable fragrance of sex in the air.
"Did you want to check out our ice chests and stringers?" Geoff asked.
"Yeah," he said. He gave everything a cursory look and left.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she said.
We fucked with her straddling me, cowgirl style. As I was on the verge of ejaculation, I rolled her over onto her back, and pounded her pussy hard and fast, utterly amazed that she could take my 9-inch cock. I cleaned her cunt. Then Geoff immediately mounted her, and pounded away. He didn't last long, and didn't leave much cream pie. After he finished, her grandfather fucked her, then Roy and Mickey.
Exhausted, I found a bunk and went to sleep.
Felicity woke me after dark. "Wanna go flounder gigging with us?"
"No." I went back to sleep.
In Chapter 18 Frank and crew attend church where Fifi plays the damning tape for the congregation. Linda & Alice join Frank, Filly, Sarge, Riley, Roy & Mickey for fun and games...
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