Chapter 18
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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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Everyone was sacked out in their bunks when I woke up and went out onto the narrow deck around the cabin. Mickey soon joined me.
"I gigged a small stingaree last night, and it nearly gigged me back."
"Why would you want to gig a stingray?"
"I thought it was a flounder. Its wing things were buried in the sand, and the water's murky. The stinger stuck in my pants leg and broke off."
"So you have a souvenir from your close call."
"I'm surprised that Filly's scream didn't wake you up. Her scream scared me more than the fucking stingaree. She thought it got me."
"I'm glad you're O.K.. Those stingers aren't fatal, but I hear the poison is extremely painful."
"I wish I hadn't come."
"The stingray scared you that badly?"
"No. It ain't that. With Filly and Mrs. Harris gone, I could have been doing stuff with you and Sarge and Riley."
"Sarge and Riley?"
"Yeah. I'm their mascot. They're going to teach me how to be a private eye, and spy on cheaters, like that guy did with Mrs. Harris when Dr. George was fucking her. Riley said that sometimes, husbands cheat on their wives with other men, or with boys, like me."
"You would let them use you for cheater bait?"
Mickey giggled and nodded.
Roy joined us.
"Roy, could you give me a ride to the weigh station?"
"You're not staying?"
"No. I want to go to church."
"*You* want to go to church!?!"
"Who's going to church?" my barely awake daughter asked, staggering out onto the deck.
"Me."
"No shit? Why?"
I told her what Peggy and Wendy's father planned to do.
"I gotta see that!"
When Gerry and Goeff heard what was going to happen at the Inerrant Word of God Baptist Tabernacle, they wanted to be witnesses also. We got into Gerry's Starcraft and Geoff's Jon Boat, and went to the boat ramp.
A copy of Sunday's paper was at the weigh station. There on the left, above the fold was Betty's photo of that line of awesome gaping sharks' jaws. The folks at the chamber of commerce were going to shit. The previous summer's movie, "JAWS" was still fresh on everyone's mind. Saturday's paper had my story about our local shark fisherman's adventures, and the photo of him landing his state record bull shark in local waters.
Felicity, Roy and Mickey rode home with me. A tall blond woman was knocking on our back door when I pulled into my parking space. She turned, smiled and waved.
"Fifi!" I shouted. "How the fuck are you doing?"
"I came to invite you to the morning worship service at The Inerrant Word of God Baptist Tabernacle."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Mrs. Long doesn't feel well, and won't be attending. Brother Norman called to inform The Apostle Elmer Lancaster that he was staying home to care for his ailing spouse."
I woke Sarge and Riley, and asked if they wanted to see the result of their surveillance. Sarge is one of those men who are visibly uncomfortable in suits. He look out of place. Riley looked good. I'm one of those fortunate men who can make a cheap suit look good. I was born to wear suits or uniforms. Being a bit on the skinny side, I'm not good at informal wear.
During the hymn before the sermon, Fifi asked one of the ushers for directions to the restroom. The usher watched with lust in his eyes as Fifi sashayed away, attracting everyone's attention.
The Reverend Apostle Elmer Lancaster strode to the pulpit, grasped the edges and loudly pronounced, "You are all sinners…" the mic died, and the congregation heard,
"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."
Pandemonium ensued. The Rev had been fucking two other congregants, both of whom thought they were his chosen. As he escaped from them, Fifi went to the pulpit and recited the benediction in Deacon Norman Long's voice;
"The LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The LORD lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace."
There was a momentary peace, then outrage as the drag queen strutted out down the center aisle, turned, raised both hands in middle finger salute. "Fuck you all!"
It turns out that the apostle's sermon is broadcast live on a local Christian radio station. When the sermon began, the radio engineer, the sole employee present at the station, took his earphones off, and went to the break room for coffee and donuts. He knew the sermons always lasted somewhere between 14 and 15 minutes, and only listened to the last minute or two.
We all returned to our separate abodes, except that Roy and Mickey went home with me and Felicity. I hung my suit in the closet, torched a joint and went out to my patio, and lounged in the nude.
"Can we get naked too?" Roy asked.
"I've been told that it's a free country."
Riley said he was going to bake some hamburger meat and bacon pizzas, and asked if I had any tomato paste.
Sarge, Riley, Roy, Mickey, Felicity and I were all naked, lounging around our shared patio. Sarge and Riley drank beer, the kids drank soft drinks, while I drank ginger ale and smoked marijuana.
"Hell of a morning," Sarge chuckled.
"It was funny," Mickey said, "watching the older kids trying not to laugh."
Riley said, "It's safe to say that his preaching career is finished."
"You underestimate the gullibility of fundamentalist Christians," I said. "He can get some other charlatan to claim Lancaster was possessed by lustful demons, perform an exorcism, and declare him rehabilitated. Then he can write a book or two about being possessed. He can travel the Revival Circuit giving his testimony about being possessed. Fundamentalists love hearing lurid tales of decadence and debauchery in church."
There wasn't a hard dick on the patio. Religion isn't erotic.
Those dicks chubbed up at the sound of familiar giggles from the other side of the privacy fence.
"Good morning Alice and Linda," Sarge said.
"How did you know it was us?" Alice asked.
"I'd recognize your naughty girl giggles a mile away."
Evie came out of Sarge's apartment, where she was checking on the Pizzas. "The pizzas are done. I turned the oven off."
"Filly?" the naughty sisters squealed. "Are you Filly?"
"That's me. Who are you?"
"I'm Linda."
"I'm Alice. We met your father at the pool yesterday"
"She called me a dirty old man," I whined. "I'm not old."
"You're not young," Felicity said.
"Yes, he is," Sarge exclaimed. "The 30s are the late stage of young on the age scale."
"You and Riley are old," Linda said.
"We're middle stage middle age. Old begins at 70."
"Y'all told me that y'all were proud of being dirty old men," Felicity laughed.
Sarge rebutted, "We said that because we knew that you love dirty old men."
Alice said, "We heard that you hugged and kissed an old guy in the pool, and you told him that you love dirty old men."
"I did, and I do" Felicity said, opening the gate about four inches, so she could see the girls, and they could see her face-to-face.
"Don't you worry about child molesters?" Linda asked. "You know, men who hurt and rape and kill girls?"
"I can look in their eyes and tell. They don't just undress you with their eyes. They rip your clothes off. You don't see love and fun in their eyes. You see mean. They're cold. They're... Give me a word, Dad."
"Malevolent."
"Yeah. They're malevolent mother rapers. Mother fucker is too nice a word for the creeps. When they look at me, I feel filthy all over."
Riley said, "If you girls see anyone like that around here, if anyone even makes you feel nervous or a little uncomfortable, tell me and Sarge. We'll check them out."
Alice giggled, leaned close to Felicity and whispered.
Felicity laughed, "She said that all your cocks shriveled up when we talked about the malevolent mother rapers." She opened the gate a little wider. The giggling girls stood side by side in the opening.
Every penis on the patio rapidly tumefied under the girls' gazes.
"I love watching cocks grow and get hard," Felicity giggled.
"You're so lucky," Alice said. "You get to see your Dad's and Sarge's and Riley's cocks whenever you want."
"I know. I am a lucky slut."
"Slut!?!" Linda gasped, staring at me. "You call yourself a slut?"
"Yep," I said. "My baby's a fucking slut, and proud of it."
"She's our slut, and we love her," Sarge said.
"When y'all say it, it doesn't sound so bad," Linda said. "Y'all make it sound good. You make it sound kind of nice."
"I love being a slut. Dad loves me being a slut. My friends love me being a slut. Fucking's fun. And I have a lot of fucking fun."
"Alice! Linda!" a voice called from the other end of the apartment building. From his position, he couldn't see his nieces.
"It's Uncle Jake," the girls whispered.
We quickly donned tee shirts and shorts. Felicity wore one of my old tee shirts that came down almost to her knees.
"We're here, Uncle Jake," Alice said.
Felicity let the gate open all of the way.
A man I had seen around the apartments appeared at the gate, with a beach towel slung over his left shoulder, wearing baggy swim trunks.
"Hey, Jake," Sarge greeted. "How's it hanging?"
He gave a quick sidelong look at his nieces.
"You know Uncle Jake?" Alice asked.
"Hell yeah. Fellow Windy City guy. Bears and Cubs fan."
"Wendy City?"
"Chicago." Jake said. "I was stationed there when I was in the Coast Guard. Sarge happened to drive up when I was being robbed."
"Robbed?" Sarge laughed. "Rolled by a coked-up hooker and her pimp."
"Sarge!?!"
"What? You want your nieces to think you were squeaky clean innocent before you settled down?"
"You saved him?" Linda asked.
"He didn't need much saving. If it was just the pimp, he wouldn't have needed any help. I had to pull the bitch from hell off of him."
"Did you arrest them?" Alice asked.
"No. The pimp ran away. And the hooker offered a plea deal to be released on her personal recognizance."
"What was the deal?" Felicity asked. "From the way you said it, I know it was something naughty."
"Blow jobs," Sarge chuckled.
"Jesus Christ, Sarge!?!"
Sarge said, "Be serious, Jake. Do you really believe these girls are too young to know about whores and blow jobs? They've been through three or four years of public school, kindergarten, pre-K, and probably daycare, where older kids tell younger kids all kinds of shit. Be honest. How old were you the first time you heard about blow jobs?"
Jake hesitated, looking from Sarge to the girls and back.
"How old?" Alice asked.
"Yeah," Linda chimed in. "How old?"
"Six." he whispered. "No. Five. I was in kindergarten. The first day, I think."
"Me too," Linda said. "And I went home and told Alice about it."
Alice giggled, "Then she was doing it in first grade."
Jake stared at his niece, mouth agape. The front of his swim trunks swelled.
"I was jacking off my Uncle Larry's cock when I was five," Felicity said. "I loved making him cum."
Riley said, "I was eight when I sucked my 11-year-old brother's cock. He didn't make me do it. He sucked mine first. About two years later, we were butt fucking each other."
Everyone looked at me. "Sorry to disappoint, folks. I was a late bloomer. I got religion at a very early age, and was certain that an angry, jealous, vengeful God would cast me into hell's lake of fire, where I would burn for eternity if I did the things I thought about and heard about. I was a chronic masturbator from the age of ten, and felt guilty about it."
"Poor Daddy," Felicity sympathized, hugging my neck, and kissing my cheek. Then she kissed my lips and slipped me some tongue.
"What about you, Uncle Jake?" Alice asked. "When did you first start doing sex stuff?"
He hesitated before confessing, "I think I was six the first time me and a neighbor girl showed each other our things. Then, there was touching and fondling and play-fucking. I was eight or nine when her older brother caught us. We both fucked her for real. Then it seemed like the more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. I'm pretty sure her father fucked her too."
Linda said, "You've lived here a while, Uncle Jake. You haven't heard anything about Filly being a man's slut?"
"No. I work my 9 to 5 job at the finance company. I stop off for two or three happy hour drinks. I come home, eat supper, watch TV and go to bed." Then, he thought for a moment, "Filly? I heard Marlene and one of her friends gossiping about a girl walking in on her mother sucking cock. And it wasn't her husband's."
"That was me! Mom thought I was at daycare. But Dad said that I didn't have to go to daycare anymore."
"That must have been a shock." Then to me, "Did you divorce her?"
"Nope. Now, we're closer than we've ever been."
"Where is she now?"
Felicity giggled, "Fucking her boss in a hotel in Houston."
He stared at me, "You're happy about that?"
"My Daddy's a fucking pervert. He loves sluts. He turned my Grandma into a slut."
"It might be an inherited trait. Blame it on genetics. Or maybe all women are capable of being sluts. And, I'm certain there are a lot of frustrated wannabe sluts out there who just need a trigger to set them off."
"Daddy's a trigger." Felicity laughed. "Or, maybe his big cock is the trigger."
Jake shook his head. "Maybe you're right, Frank. The cruise my sister and her husband are on is a swingers cruise. He acts like it was his idea. But I know my sister. I'll bet it was her idea, and she manipulated him into believing it was his choice."
"Momma and Daddy are swingers!?!" Alice squealed.
"No shit!?!" Linda exclaimed.
"You cannot tell them that I told you. You have to act like you don't know. Your Aunt Marlene doesn't know. Unless maybe my sister told her."
"Do you have kids?" I asked.
"Teddy. He's five. He starts kindergarten in the fall. He's never been to day care. Marlene is a stay at home Mom."
"Do you and your wife fuck?" Felicity asked.
"Of course we do! We're married. What kind of question is that?"
"You said that you work. You have a few happy hour drinks. You eat super. You watch TV. And, you sleep. You didn't say anything about fucking."
"Men don't talk about fucking their wives."
"Are you fucking anybody else?"
"No!"
"Do you want to fuck somebody else?"
"No!"
"Really?"
"Everybody thinks about it. That doesn't mean they're going to do it."
"There is another woman you want to fuck."
"Sometimes, a man can't help thinking about another woman. That doesn't mean…"
"And maybe your wife is thinking about fucking another man."
"No!"
"Why not? If a man can't help thinking about fucking another woman. Maybe a woman can't help thinking about fucking another man. Or other men."
He stared hard at Felicity. "Do you know something I don't? Have you heard something about my wife?"
"No. From the way you talk, it don't sound like you and your wife are very lovey dovey."
"They're not," Linda said. "I've never seen them hug and kiss. Or even hold hands."
"We don't believe in public displays of affection."
"What about private displays of affection?" Felicity asked.
His silence spoke volumes.
(Dear Reader; cliches become cliches for an excellent reason. They communicate a thought or idea or sentiment everyone immediately comprehends. And the sole purpose of language is communication.)
Felicity said, "Maybe you should go home, and fuck her now."
"Stay here until I return," he ordered his nieces. "Don't you dare interrupt."
He departed, and Felicity pulled the tee shirt off over her head. "Let's all get naked."
Alice immediately complied. It took Linda a moment longer.
I stood, stripped off my tee shirt, and pushed my shorts down to mid thigh, and let them fall to the ground.
"Wow!" Alice sighed, staring at my fully inflated phallus. "It's huge."
"You saw it yesterday and today before Jake arrived," Riley said.
"Yeah. But not up close."
"Wanna play with my Daddy's big hard cock?"
Alice nodded.
"Let's take this inside and upstairs," I said.
Sarge, Riley, Roy, Mickey, Felicity, Linda, Alice and I crowded into the master bedroom.
"Daddy loves having one pussy slide up and down his cock, while another rides his beard."
My daughter helped the girls get into position, then directed the males to get on the floor with Mickey sucking Sarge's cock, Sarge sucking Roy's, Roy sucking Riley's, and Riley sucking Mickeys.
I wished I could have watched, but I was kind of busy with my two preteen sweeties. My cock was trapped between Alice's hot slick pussy and my belly. She slid forward enough for my cockhead to feel her vaginal opening, before slowly sliding back down to my scrotum.
I ravished Linda's cunt with my tongue while finger fucking her anus.
Both girls humped faster and faster, squealing in delight, and had almost simultaneous orgasms. I ejaculated on Linda's back and butt and my belly.
My cock remained erect, and my little lovelies traded places. We lasted a little longer before orgasming the second time. Alice came when my ejaculate spattered her back and butt.
Felicity started licking semen off my belly, and the girls joined in. She relinquished my belly to the sisters, and licked my cum off their backs and butts.
About an hour and a half after he left, Jake returned with his wife. When the doorbell rang, I rushed to the bathroom, wiped myself down with a wet washcloth and sprayed some deodorant on my genitalia before putting my tee shirt and shorts back on.
I told the girls to clean up and deodorize quickly, and go to Felicity's room. The males stayed in the master bedroom and closed the door.
"Marlene, This is Frank Harris. Filly's Dad."
She smiled nervously and said, "Hi, Frank." Then, shyly, "I would like to meet your daughter."
"Felicity! Front and center!"
The prepubescent trio bound down the stairs, giggling nervously.
I introduced them.
"May I ask your daughter about the... uh... incident?"
"Which incident might that be?" I asked.
"Well... uh... when she walked in... uh... and…"
"Just kidding," I laughed. "You have my permission to ask her anything about anything. But I don't demand that she answer any questions she doesn't want to answer. And I am not making her take an oath to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"My Dad can be an asshole sometimes. You want to ask me about walking in on Mom sucking our dentist's dick?"
Marlene was both bemused and amused by Felicity's bold directness. "Yes. It must have been very upsetting."
"It really pissed me off."
"I understand that your parents have reconciled. Your relationship with your mother must be strained."
"No, Ma'am. We get along pretty good now."
"Pretty well," I corrected.
"Yeah," Felicity grinned, "that too."
"I try to imagine what such an experience would have done to me. It would have been traumatizing."
"I didn't much like Mom at the time. She treated Dad like shit. I thought Dad would kick the bitch out after I told him about her sucking Dr. George's dick. But he didn't. He forgave her, and told me that I should forgive her too. He said that he was as guilty as she was for them drifting apart. He was doing it with a lot of other women. But I know that the only reason he was doing it with other women was because she wasn't giving him any. When they did do it, she acted like she didn't like it much."
"How old are you?"
"Ten."
"You seem to know an awful lot about sex for a 10-year-old girl," Marlene said, eyeing me.
"You didn't know much about sex when you were ten?" Felicity asked, blatantly incredulous. "Were you homeschooled?"
"No. I attended public schools from pre-K through high school, and a year of community college."
"And none of your friends talked about sex stuff? You didn't have any older sisters or brothers or cousins who told you stuff? And, you didn't do any fooling around by the time you were ten?"
"Okay. Okay. Now that I look back, I did know quite a bit at your age," Marlene confessed. "Still, catching my mother in the situation you caught your mother in would have been traumatic."
"You probably loved and respected your mother."
"Well, of course I did!"
"My mother acted like she didn't love and respect Dad, so I couldn't love and respect her."
"You're unusually close to your father," Marlene said, eying me suspiciously.
Jake laughed, "Marlene's father was henpecked, and her mother was a bitch. He took up golfing, fishing, hunting, bowling and coaching Little League to stay away from his wife as much as possible."
"Jake!"
"Am I lying?"
"No."
"You didn't love your Dad as much as Felicity loves hers."
"I did!" she objected, then sighed. "I never really knew my father. He didn't spend much time at home. And when he was home, he was busy with work around the house, or had his nose stuck in a book or newspaper."
"So, you never had the chance to be as close to your father as Filly is to Frank."
"Damn it!" Marlene exclaimed. "I come from a fucking dysfunctional family. I didn't realize it was dysfunctional until now. Damn!"
"I think that we might have been headed in the same direction, if Filly hadn't told me that we didn't sound like a lovey dovey couple, and Linda and Alice said that they'd never seen us hugging and kissing, or even holding hands."
"Jake came home and shocked me."
"You should have seen her face when I…"
"Jake!!! The children."
"Why don't you kids go on up to Felicity's room?" I suggested.
After we heard Felicity's door close, Jake said, "Marlene was on the phone, talking to one of her friends. I said, ‘We need to talk.' She said, ‘After I finish with this call.' I pushed my bathing suit down and stroked my cock, no more than six inches from her face. Her eyes popped out, and she said, ‘I'll call you back' then to me, ‘What the hell do you think you're doing?' I picked her up, slung her over my shoulder, carried her to the bedroom, threw her down on the bed, and fucked her. And told her that I loved her, and that I didn't want us to grow old and cold like her parents."
"Jesus, Jake. You didn't have to give him the details."
"I want to ask a big favor," he said. "I want to take Marlene out dining and dancing. And I was wondering if Linda and Alice could sleepover with Filly."
"If that's what they want to do," I said.
Then shouted, "Kids! Come down here."
When they came down, I said, "Your aunt and uncle want to get rid of you brats for the night. Would you mind sleeping over with Felicity?"
Their response nearly ruptured eardrums.
Jake and Marlene left, and we returned to the master bedroom, where Sarge was sodomizing Mickey, and Roy was sodomizing Riley.
After showering, Sarge and Riley ate some little girl pussy before going home to get some rest before going on patrol. Mickey and Roy asked Felicity and me to teach them how to perform cunnilingus.
When we finally drifted off to sleep, Mickey paired with Alice, Roy with Linda, and me with my daughter.
In Chapter 19 Nellie returns home after weekend with Reginald. Frank and Betty reunite...
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