Chapter 8
(MF, Mgggg, exhib, oral, rough, Mb, fondle)
Frank seduces his mother-in-law and offers to fix her up with A 14 yo boy, then parades his hot wife around...
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I awoke Thursday morning wanting a drink. I couldn't recall that happening before. No. I usually woke up with a mild to severe hangover. Drinking had its punishments. Not drinking had its rewards. I knew I was better off without booze. But I had the craving. My hands were shaking. Hell, I was shaking all over.
I poured a bowl of Wheaties, then stopped before opening the refrigerator door. There were two 6-packs of Miller Genuine Draft waiting to greet me. I poured the Wheaties back into the box, and had a bowl of chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Then, I made two quarts of orange juice from frozen concentrate. I drank a couple of glasses, then left the pitcher out on the counter. I was afraid to open the fridge.
Then, I remembered the pot. Betty gave me two joints in saran wrap at a press club party two weeks earlier. I put them in my vest pocket and forgot about them. I found the pot in my light blue vest pocket, then couldn't unwrap the damn things. I had to cut it open with a razor blade.
I lit one, took a puff, and coughed. It was harsh. I managed to inhale deeply on the third try.
Nellie entered the kitchen, sniffed, and said, "What IS that? It smells like a skunk's been here."
I exhaled and had a coughing fit.
"Oh, God! Marijuana!?! You're smoking marijuana? Are you crazy!"
"I've been told it helps people quit drinking."
"And leads them to heroin. The next thing I know, you'll be shooting up in front of Felicity."
"Do you really believe that Reefer Madness bullshit?"
"It's a gateway drug."
"Alcohol is the gateway drug," I said. "I can go to a nightclub, and somebody will turn me on to cocaine, amphetamines, barbiturates, and possibly even heroin. Pot is probably the safest drug on earth."
"How long have you been using it?"
"Off and on for a few years, whenever a joint's being passed around, I'll take a hit or two or three. Does that sound like I'm addicted? I've never purchased pot."
I took another hit.
Nellie left for work. And I snuffed out the roach. Betty told me the stuff was slow acting and long-lasting.
Felicity came down stairs.
"Hey, Babe. Could you do your old man a big favor?"
"A blow job?"
"That would be nice. But, what I want you to do is take the two 6-packs of beer out of the fridge and give them to Sarge. The temptation to drink them is too great right now."
She didn't hesitate. She was into the fridge and out the door in 15 seconds.
I let out a long sigh of relief, and the weed kicked in. Mellow. It was mellow weed. Happy happy mellow weed. It sounded and felt like a three syllable mind-soothing meditative mantra. Mell-oh-weed. I felt weightless. Weight-less, except for my phallus. It had grown to monstrous proportions.
No. ‘Monstrous' was the wrong adjective. It didn't fit. ‘Monstrous' is scary. My full blown phallus wasn't scary. It was beautiful. It was magnificent. It was grandiose. My cock is God!
I was lying on my back, on the kitchen counter, worshiping my magnificent erection when the girls entered.
"Kneel and worship my cock!" I commanded.
"We can't see it if we kneel, silly," Wendy giggled.
"Kneel on the barstools then."
Pauline and Peggy carried a stool each to the kitchen side of the counter, and knelt there. Felicity and Wendy knelt on the dining room side. They took turns fondling my balls and kissing my cockhead.
Then, they took turns sucking my cock, while I finger-fucked the suckers on my right and left.
The marijuana enhanced all my senses. I tingled all over, like the universe was charging me, or maybe I was charging the universe. I was the Big Banger.
White lava erupted from my phallic volcano. My girls licked it up from my chest and belly. Then, they took turns riding my beard. Pauline rode my cock before riding my beard, and feeding me my own seminal fluid.
God! I love eating prepubescent pussy, and inflicting multiple orgasms on little girls.
We showered together. Imagine four girls and a man, standing together in a regular size bathtub, lathering each other up and moving around to get under the showerhead to rinse off.
"Let's go swimming!" Wendy said.
I went upstairs, cleaned up, put on my worn out jock strap and boxer style swim trunks.
"Grandma O'Hara is here, Dad!" Felicity called from downstairs.
"What's up, Sarah?" I asked my gorgeous mother-in-law as I got to the bottom of the stairs. One look at Sarah and anyone could tell where Nellie got her good looks. Put them side by side and you'd think you were looking at sisters and not mother and daughter.
"Felicity," Sarah said, "why don't you and your friends go to the pool. I would like to speak to your father."
"About what, Grandma?"
"Grownup stuff. Now go!"
"Could I get you something to drink?" I offered. "Coffee? Sweet tea?"
"A glass of tea would be nice," she replied, taking a seat on the couch.
I plopped some ice in two 16oz tumblers and filled them with home brewed sweet sun tea. I set her tumbler on the coffee table, and took a seat in my overstuffed easy chair, diagonally to her left on the other side of the coffee table. As I sat, my unruly genitalia slipped out of the useless athletic supporter, and rested against my left thigh. I quickly tugged the left leg of the trunks down to prevent flashing my mother-in-law. My quick action drew her attention to the bulge caused by my semi erect penis.
She quickly looked away, her cheeks colored slightly. She cleared her throat. "How are things with you and Hellen?" She never used her daughter's nickname. How did ‘Nellie' become the nick for Hellen? The mirror image ‘nelleh.'
"Great."
"Don't lie to me. I'm not blind. The marriage turned cold years ago. Anyone could see that. It was obvious to me that you were sticking with it for Felicity's sake."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Yes."
"We've turned over a new leaf," I said. "We're rekindling the old fire."
"Really?" she asked in the same tone I would say, "Bullshit."
"Yes. Really."
"I've come across some disturbing information," she said. "Quite disturbing, if it's true."
"Oh?"
"I'm Dr. Gordon's receptionist. As you know, he's a pediatrician."
"Yes. He's Felicity's doc."
"You also know we have a playroom for children who are waiting for the doctor to see them."
"Yes."
"From my desk, I can observe the room through a two way mirror. The room also has several hidden microphones, so I can listen to them."
"Yes. I know all about that. What is this leading up to?"
"It's against the law for me to reveal patients' names and personal information."
"I am also aware of that. What's the point?"
"Yesterday, one of our patients, a little black girl, was in the playroom with another girl her age." Sarah drew a deep breath. "The black girl said that a friend of hers saw a woman... erm... performing oral sex on a man who wasn't her husband. She said that several girls saw the act. One of them being the woman's daughter. The girl named the witnesses as Filly, Paulie, Peggy, and her friend, Wendy. She also said it occurred at the Enchanted Garden."
My mother-in-law was taken aback by my laughter. It was not the response she expected. Laughing temporarily deflated my semi erection.
"It's true? My daughter was doing that to another man in your apartment?"
"Yes. We were hoping you and Gerry wouldn't find out," I said. "Now, I won't be able to blackmail her anymore." I didn't mean to say the ‘blackmail' thing out loud.
"Blackmailing?" she asked. "For wha.." Her eyes widened with realization. "Sex?" She was unquestionably titillated by the image of her daughter being blackmailed into performing sex acts.
Her titillation titillated me, and my phallus immediately made its presence known. Before I could react, my cockhead poked out of the leg of the trunks. I had to raise my butt up slightly off the seat cushion to pull the leg down far enough to cover the pink head.
"Oh, my!" she gasped, then did a triple take. "Oh, my!" she whispered again.
"Sorry about that," I apologized.
She cleared her throat and giggled girlishly. "Beth... erm... I mean the little black girl told the other girl that the Mommy who did the oral thing must be really stupid, because the daddy was the coolest guy in the Enchanted Garden, and that he was, shall we say, much better equipped than the other man."
I had to tug at the leg again.
"The other girl asked how she knew about the cool guy's ‘equipment.' The black girl said she had seen the bulge underwater in the pool. She said that it was an effing python." Sarah paused a moment, blushed brightly. "I thought it was a wild exaggeration. I was wrong."
"One of these days, I'll get to Oshman's and buy a new athletic supporter. The old one is all stretched out."
"I don't wonder why," she chuckled. "Do they make them with steel reinforcement?"
"The damn thing frequently embarrasses me. He has a mind of his own. Sometimes, it gets hard for no apparent reason. No visual or aural or olfactory stimulation."
"Pheromones?" Sarah suggested. "Like from a passing female?"
I grinned at her, and caught myself before asking if she might be emitting pheromones.
Words were unnecessary. My facial expression conveyed the thought.
She blinked, shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "I have no intention of telling Gerald about our daughter's indiscretion. It would disappoint him terribly. I will also not let Hellen know that I know. You may continue blackmailing the hell out of the silly bitch."
"I thank you, and Herman thanks you," I said, looking down at the now fully exposed head. A drop of precum glistened on the tip.
"Herman?" she chuckled. "You've given it a name?"
Instead of tugging the leg down, I tugged it to the right, relieving the fabric's pressure against the shaft. "Since he has a mind of his own, I thought he deserved a name."
"Hello, Herman," she chuckled. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"He loves being admired," I replied, scooting slightly forward in the seat, exposing more of Herman to her view.
"I cannot believe I'm sitting in my daughter's apartment, admiring my son-in-law's penis."
I lifted slightly off the seat, and pulled the trunk's left leg all the way up to my crotch, exposing all of my cock and balls.
"Holy Mary, Mother of God," she whispered. "Bethany was right. It is an effing python."
"Did Bethany really say ‘effing'?"
"No. She said, ‘Fucking.' A fucking python."
More cowper's fluid oozed from the meatus.
"Herman loves naughty talk."
"I can't imagine why my daughter couldn't be happy with that... that big fucking cock."
"I can't put all the blame on Nellie. Until the night after she was caught sucking Georgie's cock, I never gave her a really good, hard fucking. She was so prudish, I was afraid of disgusting her."
Sarah sighed, "Maybe that's why Gerald is... erm... less than lusty in bed. But he's not nearly as well equipped as you."
"He has a little dick?"
"I've never actually measured it, but I use 4 by 5 index cards every day. His cock is less than 4 inches."
"Have you fucked anyone else?"
She blushed, and nodded. "There's a pharmaceutical salesman who visits the office at least once a month. We do it… Fuck … on my lunch break, and again in the evening."
"Uninhibited?"
"Not really. Much more so than with Gerald."
"We'll have to get together sometime."
"You want to … Fuck me!?!"
"Yeah, I want to fuck your brains out. I want to fuck you hard. I want to pound your pussy like it's never been pounded before. I want to full your cunt with my cum, then, lick and suck it all out, and fuck you again, and again until you beg for mercy. I want to fuck you bowlegged."
"You are evil!"
"And you love it. Don't you?"
"Yes! I do," my mother-in-law laughed. "I ‘Fucking' love it."
"Do you watch Johnny Carson at night?"
"What?" she asked, taken aback by the seeming non sequitur.
"Do you watch Carson?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Tonight, right after he finishes his monologue, I'm going to eat your daughter until she has at least two orgasms. Then, I'm going to fuck her hard. I'm going to pound her pussy unmercifully, calling her a fucking, cock-sucking slut. Then, after I've filled her cunt with my hot cum, I'm going to eat her out again, drinking up all of my cum and her cunt juice."
"Oh, my God..."
"And I want you to know that I'm going to be thinking about fucking you the whole time."
Sarah was breathing hard and trembling.
"Suck my cock, mother-in-law. Suck your daughter's husband's cock."
"You're crazy! Felicity and her friends could walk in any minute, and catch us."
"Yes, they could. That makes it so much hotter. Fear and guilt are powerful aphrodisiacs. Do it now."
She went down on her knees and took Herman in her mouth. I heard the patio gate hinges squeal.
"Get up!" I whispered urgently.
She was sitting on the couch and I was sitting in my chair when the girls entered. We laughed a laughter of relief.
"What's so funny?" Felicity asked.
"Adult stuff," I replied. "You wouldn't understand." Sarah didn't see my wink.
The girls got soft drinks from the fridge and went upstairs.
"That was so dangerous," Sarah said. "They nearly caught us."
"They would have caught us if they had come in the back door."
"You're crazy."
"Sanity is so boring."
"It ‘Was' exciting."
"You're going to go home and finger-fuck yourself. Aren't you?"
"I hadn't planned on it. But, now that you mentioned it. Yeah. I certainly will."
"Call me. Talk to me while you're doing it."
"You are so depraved."
"And you crave depravity. Normalcy bores you to distraction. Your husband is inadequate, your lover is too tame and mundane. You want a walk on the wild side, and you know I'm the cat who'll take you there."
I walked her to the back door, turned her around, and kissed her passionately. While kissing, I raised her dress high enough to grasp her ass with both hands. I pulled her in close, and ground my lump against her belly.
When I broke the kiss, she was panting. "I've never in my life been kissed like that."
"Next time, I don't want to feel panties when I grab your hot ass."
Sarah left, and I made peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches for the girls. We were eating when the phone rang. I snatched it up before Felicity could reach it.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Hi, Me."
"I'm doing it," Sarah whispered.
"Hold on. Let me use the bedroom phone."
To Felicity I said, "Hang up when I pick up. There will be dire consequences if you attempt to eavesdrop."
I went to the bedroom and took the handset off the cradle. "Hold on. I'll be right back." I returned to the kitchen, and put the handset on the cradle.
"Get lost for about a half hour," I told my daughter. You and your friends, go rape Sarge."
"Who is it?" Felicity asked.
"I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, I want you gone."
"Asshole!" she muttered before kissing me and leaving.
I returned to the bedroom and picked up the handset. "I'm back."
"I'm doing it."
"Doing what?"
"Finger fucking myself. Finger fucking my pussy."
"Do you have any sex toys?"
"No!"
"I'll buy you some. There's an adult book store just north of the city limit on Palmetto Highway."
"I wouldn't know what to do."
"I'm certain you'll be able to figure out how to use them," I chuckled. "How many fingers are you fucking yourself with?"
"Two. My index and middle fingers."
"You want my cock. Don't you? You want my hard 9-incher pounding that pussy. Don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. I really do."
"Tell me. Tell me what you want, Sarah. Be nasty. Be the nasty fucking slut you fantasize about being."
"I want you to fuck me, Frank. I want to feel that monster fucking python slamming into my cunt. I want you to talk dirty to me while you fuck me hard. Call me your bitch, your slut, your whore while you're pounding my pussy. I want you to Fuuuuckkkk Meee! Oh, GODDDAMN! Uunh-unh-unh!!!"
"Damn, Sarah! That was fantastic. You're really good at this phone sex thing. I want you to call me while your daughter is here, so she can hear you."
"I couldn't, Frank. No! I couldn't do it with Hellen listening."
"What if she doesn't know it's you?"
"She'd recognize my voice."
"No. Not with you whispering breathily like that," I explained. "I'm going to tell her I got an obscene phone call from a woman who just picked our number at random in our area code and prefix; Sherwood 7. She drew four cards from a deck, and happened to come up with our number. She has no idea who we are. She gets off to having phone sex with total strangers."
"You want me to have phone sex with you while my daughter listens in? Would she even do that? Listen in?"
"She'll listen in and even participate."
"She wouldn't! Not Hellen!"
"She will, or I'll tell her Mommy what a fucking cock-sucking slut she is."
"Oh , my God! That is just so... so... so wrong! Blackmailing her into having phone sex with her mother, by threatening to tell her mother she sucked another man's cock!"
"Oh, Sarah, your little girl has done much more than merely suck another man's cock. She's spent weekends and afternoons with him. She had you and Gerry babysit Felicity while she had a 17-year-old boy fuck her in vacant apartments here in the Enchanted Garden. She had you or Gerry pick Felicity up at daycare, pretending she had to work overtime."
"That bitch! She really is a slut!"
"I wonder where she got those slut genes from?"
"I have never even thought about doing anything like that!"
"Really? You've never had any wild sex fantasies or erotic dreams?"
"That's normal. Everybody has fantasies and dreams."
"If I could arrange an anonymous assignation with a horny teenager for you, you wouldn't go for it?"
"No! Of course not!"
"Even if no one, except me, would ever know. You wouldn't know who he is. He wouldn't know who you are. Y'all would never see each other again. Unless you wanted repeat performances."
"No!"
"Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. Teen boys have perpetual erections, and an unlimited reservoir of seminal fluid and energy."
"You know such a boy?"
"Yes."
"The boy who did it to... fucked Hellen?"
"No. Not that little blabbermouth. He would tell anyone who would listen that I set up the date," I said. "I think I know a boy who would be discreet. An extremely rare quality among teenage boys."
There was silence on the other end.
"Well?"
"No!"
"Okay. Just think about it. But not when you're frigging yourself to an orgasm, think of me then."
"I don't suppose it would hurt for you to talk to him. Feel him out. Make no promises. And let him know that you're talking about a 50-year-old woman… a grandmother."
"A smoking hot 50-year-old grandmother."
"I probably won't go through with it. So don't get the boy's hopes up."
The girls came bounding up the stairs as I hung up.
"Did y'all wear Sarge out?"
"He had to go see a protective client," Felicity said.
"Prospective?"
"Whatever," Felicity shrugged. "You wanna go swimming with us?"
"I need to make a run to Oshman's to get a jock strap. My old one is worn out, and doesn't hold my dick in."
"We'll go with you," Felicity said.
"We're not going into the mall," I said. "We're going in through the parking lot entrance."
"Shotgun!" Wendy squealed.
The girls wore their bikinis, and I wore my boxer type bathing trunks.
"I want you girls to behave on the way there. I don't want to walk in with a hard-on."
It was only semi erect and semi contained in the old jock strap. I made a beeline to the jock strap display, grabbed a medium Bike brand, and went directly to the dressing room and changed. The sales clerks were men. All of the customers were men. And they were all watching the nearly naked preteens wandering the aisles. I believe I could have danced naked on a countertop, and gone unnoticed. I got two inflatable mattress type floats.
I went to the counter, handed the clerk the empty package, paid, and departed with the girls.
"You should have bought a convertible," Peggy said.
"I couldn't afford it. I was going to buy the cheapest new car on the market; the 1964 Dodge Dart. The Falcons and Corvairs were too ugly. Then the ‘65 Mustang came out, and it cost a little more than the basic Dart. If Ford had waited until the fall to come out with its ‘65 model Mustang, I would have bought the Dart. The Mustang looked like a sports car, and I wanted a sports car. The funny thing is that the Dart would kick the Mustang's ass in a road race. It was designed much better. Better suspension. Better engine. More leg room, front and back. More head room. More trunk room."
"Are you sorry you got the Mustang?"
"Oh hell no. It's so much cooler looking than the Dart. I wouldn't have kept and preserved the Dart. I would have traded it in long ago."
When we returned to the Enchanted Garden, I told the girls I had to go to the bathroom. "Y'all go on to the pool. One of those floats is mine when I get there."
I didn't have to go to the bathroom. I wanted to take a few tokes of the mellow weed to help me relax, and ameliorate my alcohol craving.
Bunny, Bethany, Frieda, Freddie, Rex, and Roy were in the pool with my girls.
"Are you going to launch us again, Mr. Harris?" Bethany asked.
"Not today. I just want to float, relax, meditate, and vegetate."
"Vegetate?" Freddie asked.
"To be as active as a carrot."
Freddie swam up beside me, and said, "I really liked playing with you last time."
"And I liked playing with you too," I said as the pot kicked in. "We'll have to get together again soon. Just you and me, and play with each other." My cock got hard, imagining playing with a chubby 9-year-old boy. I really did like stroking his little dick through his swimwear. I rolled slightly to my right, and looked pointedly at my crotch bulge.
Freddy looked at it and giggled.
"I think the fucking python likes you, Freddie," I whispered.
"And I like your fucking python."
I felt charmed. I felt protected … free to go with the flow of my urges. I fell off the float, trying to roll over onto my back. Before climbing back on, I guided Freddie's right hand to my crotch, and gave his little pecker a squeeze through his swimsuit.
I got back onto the float, lying on my back, proudly displaying my bulge.
Roy swam beside me. "Mr. Harris, I want to thank you for not getting me in trouble with my parents. What Bobby and Rex did to your wife was wrong."
"You went along with catching them in flagrante delicto."
"Huh?"
"Catching them doing the dirty deed."
"Rex just told me that we were going to play a funny trick on someone."
"Are you honestly telling me that you wouldn't have walked in on them if you knew they were fucking?" I asked with unconcealed skepticism. "Really?"
"No! I don't know. Maybe I would have. I've never seen people doing it in real life."
"When I was your age. I'm pretty certain I would have wanted to see real live people fucking."
"But the blackmail thing. That was wrong. I didn't want to have anything to do with that."
"I believe you. That's the only reason I didn't let your parents hear the tape. You didn't deserve to get in trouble. You make sure your asshole brother knows that you saved his ass, and that he owes you, Big Time."
"I'm not hanging out with them anymore."
"Good. I'm glad," I said. "You want to get laid?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Forget I said that. Please."
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Forget it. I shouldn't have said that to you. How old are you?"
"Fourteen. Nearly 15."
"I would be in big trouble if I fixed you up with the woman. And she would be in even bigger trouble if she engaged in sex with you."
"You could have gotten me in really big trouble with my parents, and even with the cops . I owe you. I would never ever do or say anything that would get you in trouble."
"My lady friend is 50 years old. But a really good looking 50."
"Have you and her … erm …"
"No. We haven't. Her husband isn't very good in bed. Doesn't last long. And, he has a very small dick."
"Mine's a little over 7 inches," Roy revealed.
"Excellent," I said. "I can't promise you anything. She could back out, and decide that she doesn't want to do it. And, you are free to back out at any time."
"When will I know?"
"Come to my apartment around noon tomorrow. We'll talk about it some more. Don't say anything about this to anyone."
"Don't worry about that," Roy said.
"I don't. I trust you," I replied, extending my right hand. He took it and shook it.
I looked at my watch. "I have to get supper started."
"What are we having, Dad?"
"Fried chicken strips and French fries."
As I was getting out of the pool, young plump Freddie came to me, looked directly at my bulge, and said, in an adolescent Mae West voice, "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me."
The chicken and fries were almost done when Nellie got home.
"Nellie, want to take a stroll through The Carnival this evening? There will be a lot more people out and about there than here around the apartment. Put on your sexiest, most revealing outfit. Let's see how many dicks you can stiffen."
"You can be so disgusting, Frank."
"You don't have to, if you really don't want to. We both know you want it. You want it badly. You get off to being gawked at and lusted after."
"You're not blackmailing me into going?"
"You would like that. Wouldn't you?" I chuckled. "No. You're going to do it because you want to do it. Because you get off to doing it. It makes your twat hot."
"You are so crude."
"You're suppressing a smile. You're straining to keep from laughing. Exhibiting your body and making men horny makes your twat hot, and you know it." I said. "Now, go upstairs, get into your hot twat attire, go to the pool, and tell Felicity that supper's ready."
I piled the chicken strips and fries onto platters and set them on the counter. Nellie came down, wearing a red leather outfit. A short vest that barely covered her boobs, a mini skirt, and Calf-high boots with 3-inch heels.
"WOW!"
"Is this attire hot enough for you, Frank?"
"It makes my cock hard, babe."
She walked out of the doors, onto the patio, and out the patio gate to the pool. The pool is close enough for her to have called from the patio. But she strutted to the pool, through the pool gate, and to the side of the pool to tell Felicity that supper was ready. Then she stood and waited while Felicity got out. They returned together.
"I want an outfit like that!" Felicity said as she entered the apartment.
We ate quickly and walked to three and a half blocks to The Carnival. It was like the big carnivals that set up at county fairs. Except that this carnival was permanent. It was set up for Christmas and News Years 1973, and never left. Due to mechanical problems and the oil embargo, it was stuck for a while. The downtown preservation foundation, and the city gave the owner a sweetheart deal on the lease of a city block that was destroyed by a gas explosion and fire four years earlier. Businesses had been deserting the old downtown, and moving out to strip malls along Palmetto Highway. It worked out well for everyone. Downtown gentrified.
Nellie got several wolf whistles and horn honks and the walk to The Carnival. We wandered the midway. Rides that spin or go round and round give me severe vertigo. I can't even ride a carousel. However, I love roller coasters and Ferris wheels.
Men gawked. Carnies and customers did double-takes. Heads swiveled. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped. Hands adjusted crotches. A few ride operators openly leered and rubbed their bulges.
A man called out, "Mrs. Harris?"
We turned in the direction of the voice, and saw a middle aged man wearing sport shirt and slacks. He focused on Nellie. "Hellen Harris? Right?"
"Mr. Ravenscroft! What are you doing here?" she asked self consciously, while tugging the hem of her red leather mini skirt down.
"I can't resist carnival rides. I come here weekly on Wednesdays or Thursdays, when It's least crowded. When I was a kid, I had an uncle who was a carnie. He was the black sheep of the family. I dreamed of running away with a carnival."
"Mr. Ravenscroft. This is my husband, Frank, and our daughter, Felicity," Nellie said. "He's our general manager, in charge of the Palmetto County operation."
"Reginald," he said, extending his hand. "My friends call me Rege."
Instead of grasping my hand, he grasped my fingers and squeezed. People who do that are trying to gain some kind of advantage. "Do you want a real handshake or do you enjoy squeezing other men's fingers?"
Ravenscroft was about two inches taller and probably 20 pounds heavier than I, and stretched himself out to his full height, looking down condescendingly at me.
"Sorry. I guess I was a little quick on the draw," he smiled unconvincingly as he loosened his grip.
I shook his hand palm-to-palm, and he tried for a death grip. I smiled and pressed my thumb knuckle into the bundle of nerves below the base of his thumb. Just enough to cause discomfort. Not enough to induce real pain. I despise men who use handshakes as a test of strength.
He turned to Nellie. "Mrs. Harris..."
"Call me Nellie."
"Nellie, my administrative assistant is retiring in next month, and your name is on the short list of candidates as her replacement."
"Really?"
"Yes. Your organizational skills and efficiency are commendable."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Call me Rege."
"Thank you, Rege."
"As you can imagine, the competition for the position is pretty stiff."
I cleared my throat. "If y'all will excuse me, I have to find a restroom," I said, giving Felicity a surreptitious hand signal to go with me.
"What?" she asked when we were about ten yards away.
"Giving your mom a chance to campaign for the promotion."
"He just wants to fuck her. Anybody can see that."
"If she's as smart as I think she is, she'll make the promotion the price of her pussy, while ‘Rege' will try to make her pussy the price of the promotion."
"I really do have to pee," she said, and led me to the cinderblock rest rooms, which were surprisingly clean. Travelling carnivals have disgusting porta potties.
We stopped on the way back to buy cotton candy. Nellie and Rege were standing in line for the Ferris wheel. I saw Rege bend over and say something to the operator while slipping him some money.
I rushed to her and handed her the pink cotton candy before she and Rege got into their gondola. "Have fun," I said.
"The Ferris wheel is going to stop with them at the top," I said. And it did on the second rotation.
"How did you know?" Felicity asked.
"I saw Reggie give the operator money. When they come down, tell me you want to do the bumper cars."
"Why?"
"Because I want to give them a little more time alone."
"You're weird."
"That's my job description."
"Great View from the top, isn't it, Reggie?" I asked before they got onboard.
"Rege," he corrected sternly.
"Whatever."
"I wanna do bumper cars, Dad!"
"Would it be alright with you if I took your wife on the roller coaster?" he asked.
"Fine with me, Reggie."
"Rege!"
We did the bumper cars twice. Reggie and Nellie rode the Ferris wheel again after the roller coaster. Again, the wheel stopped for a couple of minutes with Nellie and Reggie on top. Then Reggie gave us a ride home in his 1976 Cadillac Seville. Felicity and I rode in the back seat.
"Thanks for the lift, Reggie," I said.
He harrumphed and gave me the evil eye instead of correcting me.
"Why are you aggravating him?" Nellie asked after he departed.
"It's to your advantage, my dear, if you want that promotion."
"How on earth can you being rude be to my advantage."
"He wants to cuckold me in the worst way. Don't give him any nookie until you have that promotion."
"Dad said that you're smart enough to make the promotion the price he has to pay for your pussy, while Reggie wants to make your pussy the price you'll pay for the promotion." Felicity thought about it for a minute. "What's the difference?"
"If she gives him pussy for the promotion before she gets the promotion, he could renege on the deal."
"And Mom could renege after he gives her the promotion."
"Then he could, and probably would, make her life a living hell."
"So, she'll have to let him fuck her after she gets the job," Filly reasoned.
"She'll have to go along if she wants to get along."
"Do you want the job that bad, Mom?"
"It will mean a significant raise in pay and benefits, and another step up the corporate ladder," Nellie replied.
"Let's fuck!" I stated with Filly right there.
"Frank!?!"
"Come on. Reggie was foreplay. Your twat is hot to trot. Let's get it on." I bent over, wrapped my arms around her legs, put my left shoulder to her belly, and picked her up.
Her fists struck my back. "Put me down, you maniac!"
I carried her up the stairs, into the bedroom, and threw her down on the bed. "Take your fucking clothes off if you don't want me ripping them off," I growled.
"This is real leather."
"The buttons will pop off, and the zipper's will rip." I said, grabbing the skirt's waistband.
"Okay, okay," she conceded. She undressed.
I grabbed her pussy. "Reggie got you really juiced up. Did he finger fuck you on the Ferris wheel?"
"No! I kept my legs together. He just caressed it."
I slipped my middle and ring fingers in. "The next time you see Reggie, thank him for getting your twat all hot and juicy for my cock."
"I will not!"
"I know you won't. But the next time you see him you'll remember me telling you to thank him. And you'll remember my cock filling the twat he made hot. You'll remember this fucking."
I rammed my cock in and fucked her harder than I had ever fucked her before. And she got into it big time; begging me to fuck her harder and harder. I fucked her until I could fuck no more, although I think she wanted more. I considered asking Sarge for assistance, but I didn't know if he could get it up for a grown woman. And his little dick might have frustrated her.
In Chapter 9, Frank arranges for Felicity to spend the weekend with her grandfather...
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