Chapter 9
(MF, exhib, oral, Mg, anal, voy, inc)
Frank arranges for Felicity to spend the weekend with her grandfather...
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The sound of the toilet flushing woke me. I got up, went to the bathroom to pee while Nellie brushed her teeth."You got off to it. Didn't you?" I asked to sound of falling water. "All of those men ogling you, dressed like a whore. You got off to knowing they all wanted to fuck you."
"Why do you have to be so crude, Frank?"
"I got off to it too. I got off to them gawking and lusting and adjusting their crotches. They wanted to fuck my wife. I loved knowing they wanted to fuck you. I wanted them to fuck you. I love thinking about you getting fucked."
"You are a sick pervert," she said with disgust in her voice. "I can't believe you would say that to me."
I returned to the bedroom, got back into bed, and lay there, slowly stroking my cock. She finished her morning bathroom routine and returned to the bedroom to dress for work.
"Come here and ride my rod," I told her.
"No."
"You want it. If you go to work without it, you're going to feel frustrated. You'll be distracted, thinking about the hot fuck you could have had. You won't be able to focus. You won't be able to impress Reggie with your dedication, efficiency, and organizational skills."
She stared at my cock.
"You want it. You know you want it. Why resist?"
"I hate you," she hissed, staring daggers at me while she straddled my cock. I grasped her hips, and bucked while she bounced. Then I rolled over getting on top and pounding in hard and fast. She grunted and moaned and humped against me. I came. She came. Then I went down on her.
"Eat me! Clean my cunt, you sick bastard. Drink all of your spunk out of my pussy. Clean it good, damn you! Yess! Yess! Oh God!"
"Good morning, Mommy. Good morning, Daddy."
Nellie glared at me.
"You're the one who left the door open this time," I said to my wife.
"I'm running late," Nellie snapped. She got up, quickly dressed, and left.
Felicity straddled my face. She got off two orgasms later.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked.
I looked pointedly at my cock, and grinned lewdly.
She licked and kissed and stroked lovingly. Then she took one of my testicles in her mouth and hummed. That sent vibrations all the way to the top of my skull, and brought me infinitesimally closer to ejaculation. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard. Amazingly, my cum eruption didn't drown her. She didn't even gag or cough.
I decided right then to be a nudist at home when we didn't have company, and to wear only my thigh length bathrobe when we did.
We had Wheaties with sliced bananas for breakfast. Then she got into her bikini.
"You coming?" she asked, heading for the front door.
"After last night and this morning, I may not be able to cum for days."
"I mean, are you coming to the pool with me?"
"Maybe later, Kid."
"Love you, Dad."
"Love you, Kid."
I found my half-inch roach, stuck a pin in it, lit it and got two good hits. I reclined on the living room couch, waiting for the tetrahydrocannabinol to kick in. I was lying there absentmindedly fondling my genitalia when the phone rang. It was hot assed mother-in-law.
"I went to the bathroom last night after Johnny Carson and masturbated, knowing you were fucking my daughter and thinking about me. Gerry was asleep before the monologue was over."
"Damn, girl. That is so hot."
"It was! I can't believe I actually did it. I was afraid my moaning would wake Gerry."
"I have to be honest, Sarah. I didn't fuck Nellie after the monologue, thinking about you."
There was a disappointed whine on the other end of the line.
"I fucked her this morning thinking of you," I lied. Then I filled her in on the previous evening's activities and events
"It doesn't bother you that this Reggie person is going to fuck your wife? Or that she's going to fuck for a promotion?" Nellie's mom asked. "If she does that, she's being a whore."
"If she holds out until she has the promotion, she'll be Reggie's whore. I guarantee you there will be overnight and multi-day business trips. I'm betting the first one will be the day of, or the day after her promotion," I predicted.
"You sound like you're enjoying this. Why?"
"Because I'm a fucking pervert."
Sarah cracked up. It took a couple of minutes for her to get the laughter under control. After catching her breath she said, "Gerry's going fishing tomorrow morning. He'll be leaving the house before dawn, and won't return until late afternoon. Do you think you can get away for a fuck?"
"No problema."
"I can't wait," she giggled girlishly.
I hung up and called Gerry at his office.
"Sarah tells me you're going fishing tomorrow. Were you going alone or with fishing buddies?"
"Alone. Do you want to come along?"
"Not me. Felicity has been complaining that she doesn't get enough quality time with her favorite grandfather. I haven't asked her, but I'm absolutely certain she'll jump at the opportunity to have you all to herself for a few hours."
"Really!?! She's really complaining about not having enough time with me?"
"She whines that there is always someone else around, and you can't give her your undivided attention."
"That's a fact. She's told me a couple of times that she wished we could have time alone together."
"This fishing expedition would give y'all the perfect opportunity," I said. "But Felicity is not really into fishing though."
"I won't make her fish if she doesn't want to. We can find something else to do."
"My little girl is a smart kid, and very very precocious. I have no doubt that she'll come up with some fun and games to keep y'all occupied."
"I had planned on getting on the water before first light."
"Then, it would be best if she spent the night with you tonight. Let me call her to the phone. She's in the pool."
I went to the front door and yelled, "Felicity! Get your butt in here. Your grandaddy wants to talk to you!"
She was on the phone in less than a minute. "Grandad!?! What's up?"
I ran upstairs and stealthily picked up the handset.
"I was planning on going fishing tomorrow, and Frank said that you might want to go along, even though you don't like fishing. He said that you told him that you wanted to have some alone time with me."
"Yes, I did. And I do," she said, then whispered naughtily, "I love it when you kiss and lick my pussy. And I love playing with your thing."
"Are you certain he can't hear you," my father-in-law whispered as if I was in the nest room.
"I'm sure. He's upstairs . And his hearing ain't so good anyway. He's got tinny-idust or something. He says it's like listening to crickets in the woods on a summer night."
"Right. Tinnitus. I remember. My brother has a little houseboat we can use, so we won't have to worry about anyone seeing us fooling around."
"That is so cool."
"Now, I have to get to work, baby, but I'll see you tonight."
"Cool!"
Felicity ran up to my room, threw her arms around my neck, kissed me passionately, and said, ""You are the coolest fucking Dad in the whole fucking world."
"I want a huge trophy with those words on it. And maybe a tee shirt," I quipped. She gave my dick a quick peck and returned to the pool.
The phone rang. Gerry called back. He was nervous. "Frank. I was wondering... You know, since Felicity was wanting more alone time with me. Maybe we can make it an overnight fishing trip. My brother has a houseboat we can use. If that's alright with you, and if maybe you can talk Hellen into it."
"I know Felicity will love it. I don't even have to ask her. And don't worry about Nellie. If I say it's okay, it's okay."
"I was thinking. Uh...Maybe it would be best if you didn't mention the fact that Felicity doesn't like fishing to Sarah."
The THC kicked in. "I'll buy her a little rod and reel to take along. Maybe she'll even wet a hook whenever y'all have to take a break from your fun and games."
"Yes. Maybe."
"You haven't seen her new bikini. Have you?" I asked.
"No. I don't think so."
"It's skimpy. I mean, it's barely there. As her father, I know I shouldn't say this, but she is so sexy. And she knows she's sexy. She flaunts it. And, she's a shameless flirt."
"Really?"
"Really! And she doesn't flirt with boys. Felicity flirts with men. And some of those men flirt back. And she loves it."
"You don't get onto her about it?"
"I should. I know as a father I should. But she enjoys it so much. She gets off to it. And I enjoy watching my little girl enjoying herself. Don't tell Sarah, but I get off to watching Felicity being flirty and sexy."
"Wow," Gerry sighed. "You know, I've always thought she was sexy for her age. She's been an outrageous flirt since she was about 5 years old."
"Damn! I didn't notice it until recently. And I can't believe how much I enjoy watching her flirting with grown men. She's been flirting with her own grandfather for five years? That is so hot."
"I probably shouldn't admit this, Frank. But, I've been telling her for years that she's sexy and hot."
"And I'm sure she gets off to hearing you tell her how hot and sexy she is. Hell, I cannot believe how much it turns me on to hear my daughter's own grandfather telling me that he tells my daughter that she is hot and sexy."
"I am so glad we can talk about it, Frank. I've been dying to tell someone. But, you know, if I told someone, they might think that I'm some kind of pervert."
"Maybe we 'are' perverts, Gerry. It's such a relief to have another pervert to talk to about our perversions."
"Yes. Yes, it is!"
"Have you caught your hot sexy granddaughter pantyless? She hates wearing panties, you know."
"Yes. I have."
"I'm an awful Dad. Not only do I allow her to go without panties. I encourage it. I love it when she flashes her puffy prepubescent pussy."
"Yes. She does have a beautiful little cunt."
"As one pervert to another, I have to admit that I'm stroking my hard cock right now, while talking about my little girl's beautiful pussy with her grandfather. I am so fucking perverted."
"I locked my office door, told my secretary that I am not to be disturbed, and I called you on my private line. My pants are down around my ankles, and I'm jacking off too."
"Cool! You're planning on fucking her tomorrow and tomorrow night aren't you."
"Well, uh, I don't know."
"You want to. Don't you?"
"Yes! I want to fuck her. Don't you?"
"I would love to fuck my daughter. But I'm afraid my cock's too big for her. It's 9 inches, and thick."
"Damn! Mine's only three and three quarters."
"You lucky fucker. I love little girls, but I know I can't fuck them. You're perfectly equipped."
"You really want me to fuck Felicity?"
"She wants you to fuck her. If she wants you to fuck her, I want you to fuck her. And I want y'all both to tell me all about it. And if she wants, I'll give y'all more opportunities to fuck."
"I can't believe this is happening. This is so hot!"
"I wish I had known about you and Felicity earlier, Gerry. I would have helped."
"I can clear my calendar today. I have two appointments I can postpone until Monday. I can be at your apartment in an hour or less."
"Great! See you then."
I stepped out onto our 6'x16' patio, and shouted to Felicity, "Felicity! Your grandpa will be here in less than an hour."
I didn't expect her to come immediately, and was caught by surprise when the gate opened wide. Three girls in their mid-teens happened to be passing by at that moment, and happened to be looking in my direction, and couldn't help but notice my erection.
Felicity quickly slammed the gate shut with too much force, causing it to bounce back open instead of latching.
"Good morning, ladies," I said as I closed the gate.
"Good morning, Mr. Harris," one giggled.
"Good morning," the other two chorused.
The blond and brunette moved on. The red head moved closer to the 6' wood fence that provides privacy for the patio as long as someone isn't peering through the gaps between the 4" wood slats or the knotholes. She peered between the slats.
I stood in my George Reeves Superman pose, arms akimbo, and flexed my cock thrice, eliciting a gasp and a giggle. She rushed to rejoin her companions. I heard her tell her friends, "You won't believe what he just did."
"You really like showing that thing off. Don't you, Dad?"
"Like my mother used to say, 'If you've got it, flaunt it.' She had big boobs, and showed as much of them as was legally possible in the 1950s."
"Did you fuck your mother?"
"No. I didn't," I sighed. "Looking back on it, I'm pretty certain I could have. She flirted with me. She flirted with everybody. Even my buddies. I was too shy to flirt back. I think she wanted me to fuck her. My greatest fear back then was having her catch me jacking off. Now, I wish she had. I wish I knew then what I know now."
"The 1950s looked like a cool time."
"The 1950s were the most boring decade in the history of the world. It was a terrible time to grow up. I hated it. I hated being a kid."
"Happy Days makes it look cool."
"That is pure fiction. No self respecting middle class parent would let their clean-cut son associate with anyone remotely like the Fonz. He would have frightened suburban middle class families and kids. Conformity was the rule, and, until I was 17, I didn't have the guts not to conform."
"You? You conformed?"
"Everybody did. Almost everybody. Most nonconformists at the time were either intellectuals or lower class white trash. Intellectuals became beatniks. White trash joined street gangs."
"What happened when you were 17?"
"It wasn't one thing. I was a religious kid. I read the Bible. And I kept finding things that were unbelievable, and the more I read, the more unbelievable it became. I was afraid I was evil. I ejaculated for the first time when I was 10 and a half, and immediately became a chronic masturbator. I couldn't help myself. If I knew I would be alone with my dick for more than five minutes, I jacked off. I didn't know it was normal for kids my age. Bad boys were getting laid. Good boys weren't. So I decided to be a bad boy."
"But you became a cop. You were a cop when I was born."
"That was my last attempt at social respectability. I…"
There was a knock at the back door. "Grandpa!" Felicity squealed, running to answer the door. I slipped my robe on.
Felicity had her arm around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him passionately.
"I think she's glad to see you, Gerry."
One of his hands cradled her butt. The other was on the small of her back, with his little finger touching the edge of her bikini bottom. He kept an eye on me as he returned her kiss, their tongues intertwining in their mouths. He gently kneaded her mostly exposed buttocks with his left hand. I nodded and smiled approvingly.
His right little finger slipped inside the bikini bottom. I moved closer, watching his hands as the rest of his fingers followed the lead of the smallest digit.
I reached out and tugged a string of the bow that tied the right side of the bottoms, completely exposing her right butt cheek.
Gerry broke the kiss long enough to say, "Thank you, Frank."
"My daughter has a beautiful ass. Doesn't she, Grandpa?"
"Yes! An absolutely gorgeous ass."
"Invitingly molestable, wouldn't you say?"
He moved his left hand away, and Felicity untied the other bow.
I grasped the material and yanked it away, then sniffed the bikini crotch.
Felicity whispered, "My Daddy is a fucking pervert."
"I only discovered that this morning," Gerry said his hand now all over her bare butt.
"He flashed some teenage girls just before you got here. He gets off to showing off his big hard cock. My friends call it a fucking python. Wanna see it?"
"Yes. I mean, I'm not queer or anything like that. But i would like to visually confirm your allegations."
I opened my robe, and repeatedly flexed my cock, making it dance.
"Holy Mary, Mother of God! That's almost frightening."
I refrained from telling him that was exactly his wife's reaction.
"It don't scare none of my friends. And those teenagers didn't look too scared when they saw it."
"It looks like it would be painful."
"Mom likes it. She likes it a lot."
"She told you that?"
"No. I've heard them fucking. And, the other morning, Dad forgot to close the door, and the noise woke me, and I watched, and Mom liked it. She liked it a lot. I could tell. She said, 'Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!' And Daddy did. He fucked Mom really really hard. He rammed it to her and it made a kind of slurpy smacking sound every time he rammed it in."
"Jesus Christ! I'm about to cum in my pants."
"Then you better take them off," she giggled naughtily.
"Hellen knows you watched them?" he asked while taking off his trousers.
"She didn't see me until after Dad fucked her, and was licking his cum out of her cunt. She kind of freaked, and got mad at Dad for leaving the door open. He said that he didn't do it on purpose, but I think he did, because he's such a fucking pervert."
"No, I didn't. I saw your daughter lying on the bed, and Herman took over."
"Herman?"
"That's Dad's name for his cock," Filly explained.
Another knock at the back door. "Y'all go on upstairs. I'll take care of whoever this is."
Felicity snatched up his trousers. "Get naked Grandpa. I've never seen you totally naked," she said as they hurried up the stairs.
Roy was standing at the back door, nervous, furtively glancing around.
"Roy?" I whispered. "You're early."
"I'm sorry. I'm just kind of anxious to find out if the lady wants to do it or not."
"Have a seat," I said, gesturing toward a stool. "Let's give her a call."
"Hello?"
"Sarah, the young man we discussed is here with me. Are you still interested in a mutually beneficial clandestine relationship?"
"Yes. Definitely yes!"
"I know that your husband will be leaving before dawn tomorrow for an overnight fishing trip, so this is a perfect opportunity for a tryst with your young lover."
"Absolutely perfect," she said.
"I suspect you'll want to rent a motel room to maintain your anonymity. It might be too daring to have the rendezvous in your own home, in your husband's bed. I vouch for the young man's honor, integrity, and discretion."
"I want to be daring," my horny mother-in-law said.
"May I give Roy your phone number, so he can call you, and make arrangements?"
"Certainly."
"I'm certain your young lover will waste no time getting to another phone and calling."
Roy nodded enthusiastically.
I hung up. "Will you call from your apartment?" I asked.
"No. Rex could barge in on me and ruin everything."
"The phone booth by the office?" I asked.
"I don't have any change."
I handed him a few quarters from my desk's coin drawer. "Do you understand that you can never tell anyone anything about this affair?"
"Yes, sir! You can trust me. Honest."
"I do trust you," I said, patting his right shoulder. "Call her. She's as nervous about this as you are." He left grinning ear to ear.
I retrieved my second Mary Jane joint from my desk. I took three deep breaths and complete exhales to clear my lungs of carbon dioxide. I lit the joint as I completed my last exhale, took a long drag, inhaled and held my breath for at least three minutes before exhaling.
When I got to Felicity's room, she was straddling her grandfather's face, humping spasmodically, groaning, grunting and whining. His left ring finger was in her anus to the second knuckle.
She opened her eyes, saw me, and orgasmed. "Oh, God! Eat me, Grandpa! Eat my pussy! Oh, god damn! Oh, Fuck. Fuck. Unh, unh, unh, unh."
She rolled off of her grandfather's face, and lay on her back, panting for a few moments before sighing, "It's so much hotter with Daddy watching. I fucking love it when Daddy watches me."
"Really?" Gerry asked, surprised. "Who else has he watched?"
Felicity and I gave each other an 'Oh shit!' look.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"I've always been told that honesty is the best policy."
She thought about it, glancing from her grandfather to me and back to him. She giggled nervously, took a deep breath, and said, "Grandpa, I'm a slut. I'm a fucking slut. And I love being a fucking slut. Daddy loves me being a fucking slut. And I love it that Daddy loves me being a fucking slut."
"Christ! How long has this been going on?"
"I've been a slut since I was eight years old."
He looked at me. "You've known all this time?"
"No. I didn't have an inkling. I would never have suspected anything before last Friday night, when I saw her sneaking up to the security guard's apartment."
Felicity then filled her grandfather in on our activities since my discovery of her activities. He was visibly shocked. Shocked and titillated. He unconsciously stroked his stiff little dick while his granddaughter told him in graphic detail about all the men who have fucked her, and all of the cocks she had sucked.
He shook his head, then realized he had been fondling his dick the whole time. "I should be enraged. I should be appalled. I should be indignant. I should be outraged..."
"I felt the same way," I said, patting him on the shoulder. "And ashamed of myself for not feeling any of those proper emotions. Ashamed of myself for being so turned on. Ashamed of myself for wanting to watch grown men fuck my little girl, and wanting to watch her suck their hard cocks."
"Damn!" Gerry exclaimed. "You really are a fucking pervert."
"Do you still want to take me fishing tomorrow?" Felicity asked.
"Yes! More than ever. Yes!"
"You wanna fuck me now, while Daddy watches?"
"Yes!"
"Then you can watch Daddy, eat all of your cum out of my cunt. Daddy loves eating my pussy after another man's fucked me. And, after I suck another man's cock, Daddy wants me to kiss him and give him the other man's cum."
"You really are fucking pervert, Frank."
"Yeah, I know. And I'm loving it."
The doorbell rang. "Fuck!" I headed back downstairs and found Pauline, Peggy, and Wendy standing on the patio.
"Felicity's visiting with her grandfather right now," I said.
"Yes. We know," Pauline said. "Everybody's talking about you flashing some girls."
"It's only flashing if you do it on purpose. It wasn't on purpose. They happened to walk by as Felicity opened the gate to come in. Felicity slammed the gate too hard, and it bounced back open instead of latching."
"One of the girls is telling everybody that you made your dick dance for her," Wendy giggled.
"The red head?"
They nodded.
"She peeked through a gap between boards. That meant she wanted to see."
"Show us what you did," Wendy demanded.
I opened my robe, widened my stance, put my fists on my hips, and flexed my cock four or five times.
"They said you were on the patio naked," Peggy said.
"I've decided to be a nudist when I'm at home, and the patio is part of my home."
"You're not naked now," Wendy said.
"I wear the robe whenever I have company. And I have company now. So, if y'all will excuse me, I will resume conversation with my father-in-law."
I returned to Felicity's bedroom, where she was fondling her grandfather's testicles.
"What was that about?" Felicity asked.
"Your friends told me that those teenyboppers are telling everybody about seeing me naked. And the red head is telling them that I made my cock dance for her."
"You could get in trouble for that," Gerry said.
"No, he won't," Felicity said. "Kids talk about a lot of stuff that their parents never hear about. And those bitches wanted to see what they saw."
I said, "I think the Enchanted Garden really is enchanted. I feel charmed here. Like I'm free to follow my urges. When you called me back to ask about doing an overnight fishing trip with Felicity, I felt free to talk about how hot and sexy she was, and telling you I was jacking off."
"That was a surprise, because I was doing the same thing, and was ashamed of myself until you said that you were doing it too."
"The first thing Felicity told me after she found out that I loved her being a slut," I said, "was that she wanted to have more opportunities to be alone with you. She really really wanted her grandfather to fuck her."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Fuck me, Grandpa! Fuck me while Daddy watches."
Grandpa didn't last long the first time, but quickly got hard again watching me devour his cream pie.
"See, Grandpa? I told you he loves it. You love it too. Don't you? Watching him eat your cum out of my pussy made your dick hard again."
He lasted a lot longer the second time, but didn't leave as much cream pie.
After watching me clean her out the second time, he said. "I have to get back to the office. There's a report I have to finish before 4 o'clock." He quickly showered, dressed and left.
Felicity hugged and kissed me. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. You are the coolest fucking daddy in the whole fucking world. Me and grandpa are going to have so much fun this weekend, and you made it happen for me."
"I'll do anything you want me to do, Baby. Anything in my power to do, I will do."
"Are you going to fuck Grandma this weekend?"
"You know about that?"
"Yesterday, Pauline said that y'all had been fooling around just before we came in, and that Grandma wanted you to fuck her. She wants it bad." I had forgotten about Pauline's sixth sense.
"Yes, I told her I was going to fuck her."
"Good. I'm happy. Give her a really good fucking. Pauline said she needs it."
"That girl scares me sometimes."
"She's in love with you. She'll do anything for you."
"She's just a kid."
"No Daddy. She's not. She doesn't remember being a little kid. She woke up, and didn't know nothing. There weren't any other kids around. The only people she knew, the only people she had to talk to, were doctors, and nurses, and shrinks. And she's really really smart. She reads newspapers. How many kids read newspapers? She reads encyclopedias for the fun of it. Is that crazy or what?"
"That is definitely crazy. I read encyclopedias and dictionaries when I was a kid. I was 11 years old when I started doing it."
"I'm going back to the pool," my still naked daughter declared. "Come with me."
"I guess I should make an appearance since everybody's talking about me."
I stuffed my genitalia into my new jockstrap, got into my boxer trunks and headed out. When I opened the gate and stepped out, everyone in and around the pool were staring at me. I smiled and waved. The teenybopper trio was in the water. Freddie was on the diving board. Rex and a couple of boys I hadn't seen before were there. Roy wasn't. Frieda was sunning herself on a folding chaise lounge. Bunny and Bethany were in the water.
"Do you want your float, Mr. Harris?" Wendy asked.
I stood on the bank in my Superman pose for a moment, surveying the scene, and making certain everyone had sufficient time to admire my bulge. "Not now, Honey. I feel like swimming."
I dove in and went to the bottom of the deep end, where I stuck my right hand into my jockstrap and rearranged my cock, until it was against my belly, with the head sticking above the waistband. I would be in trouble if the wrong people witnessed me exposing myself. That sense of danger made it exciting, and Herman got harder. The head and nearly an inch of shaft protruded above the waistband.
Bethany met me face-to-face as I began my ascent to the surface. She noticed the indecent exposure, grinned, went down and kissed it before I surfaced. I wasn't going to go any shallower than chest deep.
"What does your Mom do for a living?" I asked.
"She works on the radio. She's a D.J."
"Really?" I asked. "When is she on air?"
"From 6 to 10 at night."
"Lady Blue?"
"Yeah. That's her radio name."
"No shit!?!"
"No shit," she giggled.
I swam over to Bunny. "You're Lady Blue?"
"Yes."
"I love you! I love your show. 'Soul Sister, Lady Blue, bringing you rhythm & blues, and that Motown Sound.' It's my favorite music. Rock 'n' Roll would have died in the early 60s without Motown and R&B. Clean cut white boys nearly killed it."
"I'm glad you're a fan," she said, visibly taken aback by my enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It was just a surprise to discover that I know Lady Blue."
"We don't really know each other. Do we?"
"Not in the biblical sense."
There was a mere moment of confusion before she caught the meaning. "And you'll never 'know' me in the biblical sense. You're a married man. I am not a home wrecker."
"Our home has already been wrecked, and is in the process of being rebuilt."
"It's true?" she asked. "I overheard Wendy telling Bethany something about a woman having sex... oral sex... with a man who wasn't her husband, and her daughter and friends walking in on them. I assumed it was a naughty made-up tale being spread by kids."
"It was factual, and it was my wife, and Wendy was an eyewitness."
"Oh, my God. That must have been terrible for you. Having your wife cheat on you in your own apartment, and witnessed by your daughter."
"It really wasn't all that terrible. We were not what anyone would call 'A Happily Married Couple.' We barely tolerated each other. I wouldn't say we're lovey dovey. But the relationship has gotten much more interesting. The sex is much much better. The mother-daughter relationship is in a state of flux, especially since Felicity is such a daddy's girl."
"You and Felicity do seem 'very' close."
"Girls start competing with Mommy for Daddy's attention at an early age. If you haven't noticed it yet, you will soon."
"Bethany doesn't have a daddy. He was killed in Vietnam."
"Fucking Vietnam. My brother was killed there too. A stupid senseless monstrous waste of lives and money." My erection deflated.
"It was especially senseless for a black man to fight brown men for the white military industrial complex. Dex should have followed Muhammad Ali instead of John Fucking Wayne."
"John Wayne?"
"Dexter was impressed by the capitalist propaganda movie, The Green Beret. He also planned on going to college on the GI Bill, and knew his employment opportunities would be better with military service, and an honorable discharge."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"The dumb ass got me all of the benefits he expected. $20,000 life insurance, and education assistance that got me a BA in mass communications. The EEOC got me hired at K-ROK. The janitor and I are the only black faces in the building."
"I'm glad you're there, Lady Blue."
"I heard about you exposing yourself to some teenagers."
"Unintentional. They happened to be in the vicinity and looking in my direction when the gate opened."
"Making your penis dance?"
"Hey. She was peeking through a gap in the slats, invading my personal space." My erection resurrected, and Herman's head and neck reemerged from the waistband.
"Are you normally naked on your patio?" she asked.
"I will be, as of today. I decided to be a nudist at home. The patio is part of my home. It's private as long as no one peeks between the slats or through a knothole."
Since my apartment was on the west end of the building, there was only one adjacent patio. I had never seen anyone going in or out of the apartment. I knew someone lived there because I heard sounds. The wall separating the two apartments was well insulated. In the bathroom, I could hear the toilet flush, or water running. In the kitchen, I occasionally heard their garbage disposal. I'd have to ask Sarge if he knew anything about the occupants. I decided to cover the gaps between the 1"x4"x6' slats between the patios, so neither of us could spy on the other.
I decided to swim a few laps before going back to the apartment, getting stoned, and lying out on my chaise lounge on my patio. After four laps, I dove back to the bottom of the deep end, and shoved my cock back down into the jockstrap while Bethany watched.
Back at the apartment, I did the deep breathing exercise to remove all of the CO2 from my lungs, before drawing deeply off the joint and holding my breath until I started turning blue. I hung my trunks and jock on the shower curtain pole, then went outside and lounged with my back to the neighboring patio.
I heard giggling to my right. From my position, I couldn't tell if anyone was peeking through the gaps or knotholes to the right of my cock. Then I saw an eyeball peeking through a low knothole straight ahead on the west fence.
"Hi, Mr. Harris," little Bethany greeted cheerfully.
My dick, which had been at about a three quarter erection, instantly surged to a full boner. The giggles to my right became gasps.
"Wow!" Bethany said. "It's so big!"
"Bethany!" Bunny admonished. "Don't invade Mr. Harris' privacy."
"I think he likes it being invaded."
"Get on home," Bunny ordered.
"Friday is request night, Frank," Bunny said from the other side of the fence. "Do you have a request?"
"Smoky Places. The Corsairs."
"You got it. Right after the 7 o'clock news."
I couldn't be certain, but I think she might have taken a quick peek through a gap before departing.
The phone rang. I was outside the front door, and the kitchen phone is by the back door.
When I picked it up, an excited mother-in-law was on the other end of the line.
"We parked!!! We made out in my car at a secluded spot in John Rivers Park."
"Roy fucked you in your car?"
"No! I was too nervous to go all the way. We kissed and fondled, and masturbated each other. I couldn't believe how much he came. His penis... his cock just gushed and gushed and gushed."
"I'm glad you two had fun."
"Roy said he's going to come to my house early tomorrow morning".
"You'll have all day and all night to get to know each other."
"Speaking of all night, Frank. Are you really comfortable with Felicity spending all day and all night with Gerald on the houseboat?"
"Yes. Why shouldn't I be comfortable with my daughter spending the night with her favorite grandfather?"
"Nothing really."
"If it was nothing, you wouldn't have asked."
"Sometimes, it's the way he looks at her."
"What way?"
"Sort of the way he looks at a juicy medium rare sirloin steak, fresh off the grill," she said. "It's just my overactive imagination."
"She is an outrageous flirt," I told her. "Sometimes, I catch myself looking at her in a way a father shouldn't look at his 10-year-old daughter," I said. "You know Gerry much better than I do. You don't think he would do anything to frighten or harm Felicity, do you?"
"Of course not. He adores her."
"He wouldn't do anything she didn't 'want' him to do. Would he?"
"Of course not!"
"Then, there's no reason why I should feel uncomfortable about my daughter spending all day and all night with her favorite grandfather, who absolutely adores her."
"Do you know that she sometimes doesn't wear panties?" Sarah said.
"Yes, I know."
"Does Hellen know?"
"She hasn't said anything about it to me," I replied.
"Will you make sure she wears panties when you bring her over this evening?"
"I'm certain her birthday bikini will be all she wears all weekend."
"Birthday bikini?"
"The new cherry red bikini she got for her birthday."
"Oh, okay... Uh, you and Hellen will stay for supper, won't you?"
"That would be lovely," I said. "And, when no one's looking, I'm going to grope you. I'm going to grab your ass and tits and cunt."
"Do you think you can manage to get away Sunday morning to fuck?" she asked bluntly. "I usually go to 7:30 Mass. But I think I'll wait and go to the 5 o'clock," she said, then gasped, "Oh, shit. Confession! I have some really sinful stuff to confess. Can I tell the priest that I committed adultery with a 14-year-old boy, and my son-in-law? I've never had anything really really sinful to confess before."
"You'll make the priest's day. Don't forget to tell him your son-in-law is an atheist with a vasectomy who is trying to convert you to phallicism."
"That might give him a heart attack."
"Or a hard attack."
"I feel so sinful!"
"And you love it. Don't you?"
"You really are evil, Frank. Just like the serpent in the Garden of Eden."
"You do not want to get into that discussion with me," I said. "I can prove scripturally that the serpent told the truth, and God lied. I can prove that God was the Original Sinner."
"I don't want to hear it. Please, no more blasphemy."
"Okay. I don't want to hear any more biblical bullshit."
"It's a deal."
"I have another call coming in," I told her. "Hold on." (I had call waiting.)
"Hello?"
It was my wife. "Frank, Mr. Ravenscroft invited me to a dinner conference to explain the duties and responsibilities of an administrative assistant. I'll be a little late coming home."
"You're not going to let him fuck you before you get the promotion, are you?"
"Hell, no. Promises aren't enough anymore."
"Order the most expensive item on the menu, and the most expensive dessert. Tell Reggie Boy I send my love."
"Bye."
"Sarah, Nellie won't be joining us for supper. She'll be dining with Reggie Boy to discuss an administrative assistant's duties."
"Do you think she's going to let him fuck her?"
"Not before she has that promotion."
The front door burst open. Felicity, Wendy, and Pauline came in, with the older girls supporting Wendy who was hopping on her left leg. Her right knee was a bloody mess. Peggy was close behind.
"Gotta go, Sarah. See you for supper," I said, hanging up with my cock still hanging in the breeze.
Then to the girls, "Take her to the bathroom."
I followed as she hobble hopped up the stairs with Felicity's and Pauline's help.
"She fell down on the concrete," Pauline explained. "I think it is just a bad abrasion."
Pauline set her on the edge of the tub, gently washed the knee. Then said, "This is going to burn some," before dousing the knee with hydrogen peroxide. She patted it dry with a sterile gauze pad, then coated it with triple antibiotic cream before covering it with another gauze pad, and securing the pad with tape.
"You're very good, Pauline," I said.
"I've had advanced Red Cross First Aid training. And I've studied the Bureau of Mines advanced first aid manual. It's more detailed than the Red Cross course, and shows more pressure points."
"The girl's a fucking genius," Felicity said.
"We're having supper with your grandparents. Your mother's dining with His Reggieness."
"Is he going to fuck her?" Felicity asked.
"Not before she's officially his administrative assistant."
Pauline was shocked, "She has to let him fuck her to get a promotion?"
"It's today's American corporate culture. It's easier for a woman to get ahead if she gives head. Nellie could probably do Reggie's job better than Reggie now. But women are held back. The women's libbers are working to make things better. But it's going to be a long, uphill struggle. Capitalism is a corrupt entrenched patriarchy."
"You don't mind if your wife's boss fucks her?" Peggy asked.
"She wants to play the corporate game. I'm not going to stand in her way."
The girls left.
"Your grandmother requests that you wear panties," I told my daughter.
"I just want to wear my bikini. We're going to be in a boat on the water the whole time."
"For appearance's sake, take a nightie with you ."
"Yes, sir."
"We'll separate them after supper," I told her, "so you can fool around with your grandfather while I molest your grandmother."
***
I bought Felicity a small rod and reel, a few lures, and a lightweight sleeping bag at Oshman's on the way to the O'Hara residence, where Gerry grilled hamburger patties and toasted buns while Sarah cut up lettuce, tomatoes and onions. We ate at their backyard picnic table, with Felicity and Gerry seated on one side, and Sarah and I on the other.
Sarah was as unaware of Gerry fondling Felicity under the table, as Gerry was of me fondling Sarah.
I had a sense that something was missing. Something was different. Then I realized, Gerry wasn't drinking beer. Whenever we visited before, we drank beer together.
When I got a moment alone with my daughter, I asked, "Did you tell Gerry not to drink while I was here?"
She giggled and nodded.
"Bitch!" I whispered. I needed to get more marijuana. Nearly all of the younger reporters smoked. I didn't know anyone who sold that shit. I'd have to call Betty and ask about purchasing some.
After eating and cleaning up, Felicity said, "Show me the boat Grandpa." The 1970 16 ft. aluminum Starcraft with the 30hp Evinrude motor was kept beside the garage, between the garage wall and the privacy fence.
As soon as Felicity and Gerry went out the back, I grabbed Sarah from behind, with my left hand fondling her right breast and my right hand cupping her crotch. "Wanna fuck?" I asked, nibbling on her left earlobe. I backed her up against the wall, got down on my knees under her dress and ate her to orgasm. It didn't take long.
"No one has ever done anything like that for me."
I stood and pulled my cock out. "Your turn."
Sarah didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knee and took my hard cock into her mouth. She was evidently inexperienced. She took as much in her mouth as she could stand, and sucked. Her inexperience was a turn-on. "Suck it mother-in-law. Suck your daughter's husband's cock. Suck the cock that fucks your daughter's slutty cunt."
She sucked and moaned and whimpered.
"You love it. You love sucking the cock that fuck's Nellie's slutty cunt. It turns you on that your little girl is a cock-sucking slut. You want to be a fucking cock sucking slut too. Roy's going to fuck you tomorrow with his 14-year-old cock. He's going to be pumping that hot young cum in your pussy and your mouth. You are going to love it. Then, I'm going to give you the real fucking you crave Sunday morning. I'm going to fuck you like I fuck your daughter, and eat your freshly fucked cunt, just like I eat your daughter's."
I ejaculated into my mother-in-law's mouth. She gagged and coughed. Cum ran out the corners of her mouth and down her chin. I licked it up.
"That's a little preview of cumming attractions," I chuckled.
"You truly are depraved."
"Yes, I am. And you love it. You want more of my depravity."
"I do! I want more and more."
"We'll have to ask your daughter to give you cocksucking lessons." I wanted to say 'granddaughter' but didn't think she was ready for that yet.
"What!?!"
"There's more to cocksucking than just sucking a cock."
"There is?"
"We'll get into it in more detail Sunday."
We heard the patio door open and close.
I gave my daughter a quick kiss on the lips. "You better go to bed soon. You'll be getting up a lot earlier than you're used to in the morning."
"That's what I just told her," Gerry said.
"Enjoy yourselves this weekend," I said as I departed.
Nellie and I arrived at the apartment simultaneously.
"How was the dinner slash business conference?"
"Great!" she laughed.
"That good?"
"He explained the AA's duties and responsibilities during dinner. He said that I would be required to accompany him on business trips to conferences, seminars, and monthly regional meetings, and that we would be away overnight or for two or three nights. He asked if that would create a problem for my marriage. I told him that we have an open relationship."
"What was his reaction to that?"
"His eyes lit up, and he had the most lecherous grin. Then he said that a couple of other applicants seemed to want the job more than I did. I looked him in the eye, and said, 'You'll get what you want after I get what I want, and not a moment sooner.' His jaw dropped to the table. I told him that he knew I was the most qualified person for the fucking job. And that I knew the job would require a very very close professional and personal relationship between us. 'I will meet all of your needs, professional and personal.' Then I ordered the most expensive dessert on the menu."
"How did he take it?"
"He didn't say another word until we finished eating and he opened my car door for me. And he whispered, 'All of my needs?' and I said, 'One thing you should know about me. I say what I mean. And I mean what I say.' I kissed him on the lips, got in my car and drove away. I looked in my rear view mirror. He stood there, staring. I think he was drooling."
"That was hot! Let's fuck!"
"I thought you'd never ask."
We fucked, and 69-ed. Then fucked, and 69-ed again.
In Chapter 10 Bethany rides Frank's beard...
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