Chapter 10
(Mg, Mgb voy, Mg, MMF, voy, exhib, oral, inc)
Hank photographs Frank and Evie naked in bed, and Frank meets the birthday boy. Mr. Cavender fucks Evie in the pool...
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I heard Mr. Coffee gurgling and hissing when I awoke, and went out of the bedroom to see Charlotte and Hank sipping from the cock & cunt cups.
"Good morning," I said on my way to the bathroom.
"I thought you'd be up making pancakes when we got home."
"I'll get on it as soon as I take a leak," I said, lifting the toilet seat and pissing. "How long have you been home?"
"Long enough to start the coffee brewing and drink a cup of wine. I just poured the second cup."
I rinsed my hands off, went to the kitchen counter and poured a mug of black coffee.
"You're usually up by now."
"I woke up in the middle of the night and knocked out a rough draft of the Cavender story."
"They're a great couple," Hank said. "They treat their employees well. We full timers are like family. A lot of the seasonals and part timers apply for full time employment when they graduate. Some of our retirees never worked anywhere else. They started here as part time high school students, then as college seasonals, before going full time."
"What about you?" I asked.
"I retired from the Houston PD, and came here for vacation with my wife. I never left. I'll be retiring from here in a few months. They offered me the Chief's job years ago, but I didn't want the responsibility and the fucking paperwork. I'm a patrolman; that's all I ever was, that's all I ever wanted to be. I quit taking promotional exams at HPD after I made sergeant."
I began mixing up the pancake batter. "I discovered that pancakes made from scratch aren't any better than the boxed premixed stuff."
"I wish I was a good photographer," Hank said. "You and your daughter asleep in the nude together was really beautiful."
While the skillet was heating, I got my camera, leaned against the door jam, focused, opened the aperture and set the shutter speed.
I handed Hank the camera. "Lean against the door jam to steady yourself. The shutter speed is really slow. Shoot a few frames."
I got into bed and spooned against Evie from behind. She wiggled against me, and my cock slipped between her legs, just below her pudenda.
The shutter clicked four times.
"Hi, Agent Ballard," Evie chirped. "I like having men taking naked pictures of me. Daddy took a bunch of me and Allie playing in the pond. Mrs. Boudreaux said that we looked like nymphos."
"Nymphs!" I said. "Not nymphos."
"I can see that," Hank said. "Nymphs, that is. Not nymphos."
"When are you going to develop the pictures, Dad?"
"Later."
"I'm going to the Bungalow pool at 10, and thank Mr. Cavender for the purple and gold wristbands. Did you bring the wristbands, Agent Ballard?"
"Yes, indeed. They're on the kitchen table," he said. "Me and my son used to sleep together in the nude sometimes, when he was around your age, when my wife wasn't home."
"Did y'all fuck, like me and Daddy do?"
"Yes. Yes, we did," he said. "I can't believe that I'm telling you this. I've never told anyone."
"Do y'all still do it?"
"No. It stopped when he went off to college. Then he got married and had kids of his own, and they moved to California."
"Are you gay?"
"Sort of, I guess. I don't go to gay bars, or have any gay friends. Every summer, a boy or two who are into men, show up at the resort. And I'm kind of a magnet to them."
"How old?" Evie asked.
"Ten to 14. Mostly 11 to 13."
"They're gay?"
"Yes. I haven't met any virgins."
"Not even your son?"
"Not even my son. When he was ten years old, I overheard him and one of his buddies talking about getting their cocks sucked in a public restroom."
I cooked up the pancakes, and we had breakfast together before Hank left, and Charlotte went to bed.
"You wanna go to the pool with me?" Evie asked. "We've got two wristbands."
"I wasn't invited. The other wristband is for Allie."
"Let's go develop the pictures."
"No. There are 20 more exposures left on that roll."
"Let's go picture-taking."
"Why not? Where to?"
"The beach."
"That's nearly a half-hour non-stop walk from here. It'll be 9 o'clock or later, depending on whether or not we stop to take photos on the way."
"I'll wear my bikini. I can go to the pool from the beach."
The town of Emerald Isle was immediately outside the resort's fence. Emerald Avenue ran east from the employee gate to the beach. All structures on the island were built on stilts, 8 to 10 feet above ground, to protect against storm surge during hurricanes. Joseph said the island hasn't experienced a direct hit since the Banunu washed ashore, and, with very few exceptions, had been on the dry side of storms.
I shot some food and beverage truck drivers making deliveries to restaurants and bars along the way. I had the impression that one or two of them wanted to object to being photographed, but stared at my sexy daughter instead.
On the beach, I photographed lifeguards in their stands. One of the females and two of the males smiled seductively... at me, not at Evie.
There were a couple of sailboats at anchor, and one under sail. It sailed directly toward shore. I quickly switched lenses and shot with my 300 mm. One man was standing, holding on to a rope with one hand, and his cock with the other, pissing over the side. The sail's shade prevented him from being badly backlit. Morning isn't the best time to shoot east.
I shot two couples playing beach volleyball in swimsuits. I was fairly certain I captured one woman's right boob flopping out of her top before she recovered it.
"It's almost 10, Evie," I called, attracting the volleyballers attention for the first time.
She hugged my neck and kissed my mouth before running toward the resort.
I walked back to the employee parking lot, then drove to the fire station where I processed the film. The doorbell rang as I took the processed film out of the canister.
I went downstairs, and opened the door to find Harry, the barber, and his son, Ronnie.
"I thought that was your Bronco," Harry said. "This is my son, Ronnie."
"Hi, Ronny. I hear you're going to be a teenager soon."
Harry gave me a quick shake of the head to let me know that Ronnie didn't know about the planned gift.
"I met your pretty little cousin, Francine, at the park after I got my haircut," I said. "Would you like to have a tour of our journalistic facilities?"
He nodded.
I showed him the Linotype machines and the press, then went upstairs to show him the AP wire machines and the facsimile machine that reproduced black and white photos, and satellite photos of storms. Then I showed him the darkroom and lab.
"I had just finished processing this film when y'all rang the doorbell, and was going to make some prints."
"Can I watch!?!" Ronnie begged.
"Certainly." I said, reminding myself not to let them see the first four exposures.
I put the film into the enlarger, beginning with the sixth exposure.
"They're negatives. White is black, black is white."
First, were the shots of the lifeguards, then the sailboat. Ronnie laughed at the sailor pissing overboard, and giggled at the vollyballer's exposed titty.
"You want a print of that one?" I asked.
He looked to his father for approval.
Harry shook his head, then whispered, "Make sure your mother never ever sees it."
"I won't. I promise."
"Four by five?" I asked.
Harry nodded, then asked, "One for me, too?"
Ronnie giggled naughtily, Harry ruffled his son's hair. A father/son bonding moment.
I made the prints and started to hang them to dry. The 8x10s of Evie and Allie frollicking naked in the water were still hanging from the line.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed. "Those are beautiful. I mean the photographs."
"Who are they?" Ronnie asked.
"My daughter, Evie and her friend, Allie."
"You're Evie's daddy!?!"
Harry looked at his son, then me, wanting an explanation for his son's excited reaction.
"My daughter is allegedly the VooDoo Dude's apprentice."
"Yeah," Ronnie said. "Bongo Joe is teaching her all of that VooDoo stuff. That's what I hear."
"Bongo Joe is real?" Harry asked.
"Evie and I met him our first night here, and he took an instant liking to her."
"Unbelievable," Harry said, shaking his head. "People who have lived here their entire lives have never seen him, or know anyone who has ever seen him, and you and your daughter meet him your first night on the island."
"He says she has the power. He sensed it the first time he laid eyes on her."
"Could I have one of those pictures?" Ronnie asked.
"Allie's Dad would be extremely pissed off if he found out I gave a boy a naked photo of his daughter."
I studied the prints, and found one I could cut down to a 4x6. I used the paper cutter. And handed the photo to the boy.
"Won't your daughter be upset with you for giving that picture to a boy?"
"As you can see, Evie's not shy about her body."
"You definitely do not let your mother see that," Harry admonished.
"I won't."
"Where's the restroom, Frank?" Harry asked.
"Downstairs, behind the press."
As soon as Harry was out of hearing range, I said, "You've heard about my daughter and me?"
"Everyone has. I mean, all the kids I know talk about her."
"It's true. Evie loves fucking."
"Grownups only?"
"Correct."
"Wow. I can't wait to tell my friends that I met Evie's Daddy."
"And you have a photo of Evie to prove it."
"It's alright if I tell?"
"Just your friends. No adults."
"I wouldn't tell no adults. No Way."
"Are you going to jack off, looking at it?"
He blushed.
"Or are you going to get Francine to jack you off?"
His eyes saucer sized.
"She told me all about it. She's a friend of one of Evie's friends. And Evie's friends know that they can say and do anything they want to say and do around me. I'm a grownup, but I'm a grownup they can be themselves around. Their real selves, not the selves they pretend to be around adults."
"I hope I can be one of Evie's friends."
"You are. You're my friend now. That makes you Evie's friend."
Harry had been gone too long to be taking a leak. He was either jacking off or taking a dump.
"I bet your Dad is jacking off right now."
"No! Dad wouldn't. Grownups don't."
"I do."
"You do?"
"Any male who says he doesn't is lying."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
He looked at the photo then me. "Evie is so fucking hot!"
"Yes she is. It's too bad you're too young to find out what a hot piece of ass she is, or what a great cocksucker she is."
"You fuck her? You fuck your own daughter?"
"Yes, yes I do. Come here." I led him back to the enlarger, where he saw an 8x12 enlargement in negative of Evie and I cuddled together with the head of my cock sticking out between her thighs. Then I blew it up further, until he could only see my glans between her thighs.
"Holy fuck! That is so fucking hot."
"Life is about to get really good for you, Dude," I said. "Trust me."
We heard the toilet flush, and I switched the enlarger light off.
"We better be getting on home," Harry said as he reached the top of the stairs. "Lunch should be ready by now."
As Harry turned round and started down the stairs, I reached out and gave Ronnie's lump a squeeze.
He giggled and returned the favor.
Of the four exposures Hank took, two suffered badly from camera shake. One was good, or as good as you could get under the lighting conditions. I had to do a bit of dodging and burning. The photo's imperfections seemed to somehow make it more erotic. It looked almost candid, like a photo taken by a surreptitious voyeur, or a private eye.
I made a print of a truck driver loading grocery boxes on a dolly, one of the sailboat with the pissing sailor, one of a male lifeguard in his roost. I didn't notice his erection when I took the shot. It was obvious that he was staring at something or someone behind the photographer. A hair dryer speeded up the drying process.
*****
The guard waved me through the employee entrance. Evie was eating a bologna sandwich when I arrived.
"How was your morning?" I asked.
"Fun! Two of the guests from one of the other bungalows nearly caught Mr. Cavender fucking me. He was standing in water nearly up to his ribs. My back was against the wall, and he was fucking away when I saw the elevator in the other Bungalow coming down. The man and woman were looking straight at us. I kind of pushed him away. He covered his dick up with his bathing suit, and I pulled my bikini bottom back over my cunt. When they got off of the elevator, and walked past us, I waved and said, ‘Good morning.' and Mr. Cavender asked them if they were enjoying their stay, and what their plans for the day were. They said that they were going to brunch. And Mr. Cavender told them that they should try parasailing. And they left. I looked down, and saw cum on the bottom of the pool."
"Other bungalow? Elevator?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Cavender live in one of the Bungalows. There are six of them, and they don't have stairs. They have elevators that don't have walls. Mr. Cavender says that he likes the elevators because nobody can sneak up on him. The bungalows are really fancy inside. I think the bed is even bigger than a king size."
"Y'all fucked on the bed."
She nodded her head. "Mrs. Cavender said that she was going shopping, and left. I know that you can't shop before noon on Sunday. She left because she knew Mr. Cavender wanted to fuck me. The old guys on this island are extra horny. I mean, he's 70 years old. And, Uncle Sean is like *ancient*."
"And you are an aphrodisiac, Baby. You're a cure for impotence. You could raise the dead, or at least their cocks."
I told her about meeting the birthday boy, and giving him a photo of her dancing naked, and showing him the photo of us in bed together with my cock between her thighs.
"I wanna see. Make a little one for me. I want to carry it around in my purse, and show it to my friends."
"Okay."
"Now! Let's do it now."
"You want to do it now? We might wake your mother."
"Not that! Make a little picture of us naked in bed with your cock between my legs."
As we left the parking lot, I noticed the fuel gage needle resting on the ‘E', and stopped at the first gas pumps. I had just begun pumping gas when Paul's blue Aspen station wagon with the canoe on top pulled in to gas up.
"We're going skinny dipping," Allie announced.
Paul cringed, "Christ, Allie! You don't have to announce it to the world."
Allie and Evie went giggling to the 7-Eleven's restroom.
"I apologize for getting you into this, Paul. Can you ever forgive me?"
"I can't forgive sarcasm," he replied snidely as he stuck the nozzle in the filler tube. "How long have you and Evie been practicing nudists?"
"A little more than a week. Since we first met Bongo Joe. He's been a remarkably good influence on us."
"Damn, I had the impression that y'all had been doing it for a long time."
"No. We didn't ‘do it' until the night we met Bongo Joe on his little island in The Lagoon."
"Is that where you were going when we met?
"Yes, it was our third or fourth visit."
The girls returned from the restroom. "Are you going to be busy this week, Dad?" Evie asked.
"My vacation ends tonight. I'll be working my ass off. I have to go around establishing contacts, finding my way around city hall, the county courthouse, the school district, all the civic and social clubs. And, doing interviews for the Island's and the resort's history."
"Will it be like that every week from now on?"
"Oh, hell no. After the first month, the paper will practically publish itself. I'll be cruising on Easy Street. I'll only be working about four hours a day.
"Let's go, Daddy," Allie said, getting into the car. "I wanna get naked."
"Allie!?!"
They drove away.
"Allie said she started asking her Dad to go skinny dipping while they were waving goodbye to the church bus that was carrying the missionaries to some jungle somewhere."
We returned to the fire station, where I discovered that it was extremely difficult to doctor tiny photos. I gave up on that, and photographed the 8x10 print, then processed the film for that one shot. Put that in the enlarger, and was surprised at how good it looked. I cropped it down to just our bodies, and made a few 2?x4-inch prints.
The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Ronnie,
"I saw your Bronco. Is it okay if I visit some more?"
"I'm glad you came. Let's go upstairs. I want to introduce you to someone."
He froze at the top of the stairs. "Evie!?!"
"The one and only," I said. "This is my new friend, Ronnie. I told you about him."
"Hi, Ronnie. Have you jacked off to my picture yet?"
"No!"
"Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"One thing you must know about being one of Evie's friends," I said. "You're totally honest with each other. No bullshit."
"Have you seen the picture of me and Daddy naked together in bed?"
"Uh huh."
"He only saw it in the enlarger in negative."
She handed him one of the business card size photos.
"Wow! That is so fucking hot!"
"Wanna watch us fuck?"
"Really?"
"Really. I love people watching my Daddy fuck me. Let's do a standing fuck, Daddy."
"Oh, God! Oh, God! I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it, Ronnie," Evie said. "And it's going to keep getting better and better."
He rubbed his crotch.
"Get naked. I wanna watch you jack off while you watch Evie's Daddy fuck her."
We all got naked. Evie jumped up on me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. "Ronnie, hold Daddy's cock, and guide it into my pussy."
"Nobody will believe this," Ronnie sighed.
Evie giggled, "That's why you can tell anybody you want to tell."
Ronnie guided my cock into my daughter's juiced up cunt. Having an audience really did turn her on. We watched Ronnie jack off while he watched us fuck.
"Tell Daddy to fuck me. Talk dirty to us."
"Fuck her, Mr. Harris. Fuck Evie's pussy. Fuck your daughter's fucking pussy. Ram your hard cock into Evie's hot slut cunt."
"Yesss. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard,"
I grasped her hips, lifting her up, then slamming her down hard on my cock until I came.
I laid her out on the floor and cleaned her pussy.
"Eat my cream pie, Daddy. Lick and suck up all of your cum.
"Daddy likes eating cum out of my cunt. He really loves it when it's another man's cum.
"Don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Babe. You know I do."
"I want Ronnie to know you love it. Tell him. Tell Ronnie how much you love watching other men fuck your daughter, then licking their cum out of my cunt."
"I do, Ronnie. I love it. I hope you're not too weirded out by this."
"No. No, I'm not. I mean, it is kind of weird. But it's a hot kind of weird. I sometimes lick my own cum out of my hand after I jack off. That might be weird to some people, but I like it. So I can see how you'd like licking your own cum out of Evie's cunt. And I can see how you could get off to watching her get fucked, because she loves fucking so much. And I like watching people fuck. I watch our neighbors across the alley. I climb up their stairs and peek in while they're fucking. They never close their curtains. But this is the first time I've watched people fuck while they know I'm watching, and want me to watch. It's so hot. So I can see how you could get off to watching other men fuck your daughter. And it would be hotter than watching strangers fuck. No. I'm not weirded out. I fucking like it."
"I can't believe how much I love watching Evie fuck. How much I want to watch her to fuck and suck cock, and to taste other men's cum in her cunt. I am so fucking perverted."
"Yes, Dad, you are. And I love you so much for it."
"Let's go downstairs and shower."
"There's a shower?" Evie asked.
"Of course. Firefighters had to shower after fighting fires."
We showered and dressed.
"Can I keep this?" Ronnie asked, holding up the business sized photo.
"Make sure that no grownups ever see it," Evie said. "Only show it to boys you really really trust."
I gave his bulge a squeeze, and he squeezed mine. "I'd like this to be our greeting and parting gesture."
"I like it," he responded.
We left the fire station together.
Jason was fucking Charlotte and filling her with 14-year-old cum when we returned to the cabin.
After they finished, I showed them the photos.
Jason came here through the jungle, bypassing the guard shack.
"There's no fence around the employee compound," Jason explained. "They think that the jungle's thick enough to keep everyone out, but it's not. Once you get past the thicket at the edge, it ain't hard as long as you know where you're going, and have a good sense of direction. You can't see more than ten feet, and most of the time, less than that. If you don't have a good sense of direction, it'd be easy to get lost. You can't see the sun, so you can't depend on that for direction. So you have to stay close to the edge of the jungle. The island side on the east, or the bayside on the west. If you don't have a flashlight, don't get caught in the jungle after sunset. It's the darkest dark you'll ever see."
"You know a lot about the jungle," Evie said.
"I got lost once when I was nine. I ran away from some bullies and hid in the jungle, then, couldn't find my way out, and a Banunu boy showed me the way out, and how to keep my sense of direction. I used to be afraid of the jungle. Now, I love it. And I think it loves me."
We went to the Soul Kitchen for supper. It was a popular place. Several families were there, and we had to wait fifteen minutes to get a table.
We sat and picked up the menus.
"What can I have, Daddy?"
"Any Thing you want, Evie."
All the kids' heads turned in our direction. Evie and her Daddy were in the restaurant. By Monday evening, most of the island's tweens (9 thru 12) and pre-tweens (6 thru 8) would know that Evie and her Daddy dined at the Soul Kitchen. The parents didn't seem to notice their children staring at us.
We had the best barbecued pork ribs I had ever tasted, and homemade pecan pie for dessert. You know you're in a Southern establishment when you can order coffee dark, medium or light.
I paid the check and went to the restroom. I had just pulled my dick out at the trough urinal when a boy walked in, unzipping his pants.
"You're Evie's Daddy."
"I am."
"I'm Bill. Ronnie Reems is my best buddy."
"He's my buddy too. Did he tell you that he jacked off while watching me fuck Evie?"
"It's true?"
"Do you think your best buddy would lie to you?" I asked. "Did he show you the photo of us together, naked in bed, with my cock between Evie's legs."
"It's real? He said that he had it, but didn't have it with him,"
"You can believe anything Ronnie tells you about Evie and her Daddy."
We heard the squeaky hinges of the door to the restrooms open, giving us a few seconds warning before the men's room door opened. I shook my dick and shoved it in my pants.
I exited the restrooms and looked around.
The cashier said, "Evie said to tell you that she's in the Bronco."
Outside, a man who appeared to be in his mid 20s to mid 30s was standing beside the passenger door. "Daddy, this is John. He says I'm sexy."
The blood drained from his face and it looked like he was going to run or faint.
"He didn't tell you anything you didn't already know, Babe," I laughed, extending my hand. "I'm Evie's Daddy. Some people call me Frank."
"John saw my pussy when I was getting into the Bronco."
"Evie loves showing off her twat. I'm fairly certain it wasn't an accidental flash."
"She walked out of the restaurant right behind me. I was unlocking my car door when she climbed up into the Bronco."
"I'm guessing that she saw you giving her the once-over more than once while we were eating, and decided to show you what you wanted to see."
"My Daddy's the smartest Daddy in the whole fucking world," she giggled.
"She was flirting with me."
"My little girl, flirting with a grown man? I am shocked. I am appalled."
"Daddy likes it. He fucking loves it. Wanna go for a ride with me and Daddy?" she asked, getting down from the Bronco, pushing the back of the passenger seat forward, and climbing into the rear seat, flashing her pussy on the way out and back in.
"I'll bring you back to your car when she's finished with you."
"Come on, if you wanna cum," she said.
John seemed to be in a trance-like state when he climbed into the back seat. I closed the door behind him, got in, pulled out of the parking lot and drove away. I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw them in a passionate embrace.
"Keep both eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel until you find a good place to park."
"Yes, ma'am."
I drove straight to a public beach access parking lot.
"I want you to fuck me, John. I want you to fuck me while my Daddy watches. Get naked and stick your cock in my cunt."
They undressed, and John's dick was a few inches of shriveled flesh, dangling from his crotch.
"What's wrong?" Evie asked.
I explained, "A lot of men don't expect women, and especially girls to be sexually aggressive. He's intimidated. He feels under pressure to perform, and can't. It's called performance anxiety, or stage fright."
"Do something about it, Daddy. Suck it and make it hard so you can watch him fuck me."
I didn't hesitate. I could claim that I was under her VooDoo spell. But the simple fact is: I wanted to suck his cock, and make it hard for my daughter. And I knew it would be a huge turn-on for Evie. I scooted over to the passenger side, opened the door, stepped out onto the running board, pushed the back of the passenger seat forward, leaned in and sucked his cock, under the glare of the dome light. The limp penis quickly swelled, grew and hardened in my mouth. It felt wonderful.
I heard the sound, and saw the light from an ATV, but didn't stop sucking. In fact, I aggressively continued as John attempted to push my head away, and his erection began to deflate.
"Hi, Mom! Hi, Agent Ballard."
"Hi, Baby. What's up?"
Evie giggled, "Daddy's trying to get Johns cock up so he can fuck me. Daddy said that he has stage fright because I'm too aggressive."
"That'll cause stage fright alright," Charlotte laughed.
"Y'all aren't going to arrest us, are you?"
Hank laughed, "I couldn't if I wanted to. This is public property. I don't have any authority here. Charlotte saw the Bronco with the dome light on, and you and John looking down at John's lap."
"Don't let us interrupt you, Frank," Charlotte said.
I took my mouth off John's cock long enough to say, "I won't."
John's fears disappeared, and his cock grew rapidly in my mouth. "I think he's ready, Evie."
"Fuck me, John. Fuck me while my Daddy and Mommy and Agent Ballard watch."
He moved on top of her and she guided his cock into her cunt. "Tell him to fuck me, Daddy. I love hearing you telling other men to fuck your daughter."
"Fuck her, John. Fuck my baby."
"Hard. I want him to fuck me hard. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can."
"Fuck her hard, John!" Charlotte said. Ram that man cock into my little girl's pussy. Give it to her."
"Pound her pussy. Bang her like you would bang a whore. Show no mercy."
The slurpy slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, and the lustful moans, groans and grunts reverberated off the Bronco windows and roof.
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me like a fucking whore."
John slammed in hard, stopped, grunted, and went rigid. Tremors racked his body.
"Get off! Get off!" she said, pushing him away.
He started backing out of the vehicle.
"No. Over here," she said pointing to the floorboard beside her. "I want you to watch my Daddy lick and suck all of your cum out of my cunt."
I went down on her, licking, sucking and slurping John's hot semen out of my daughter's freshly fucked pussy, while I watched him watching me. Charlotte climbed into the driver's seat to watch, and Hank got up on the left running board.
"Wow," I said. "This is the biggest audience I've ever had."
"Maybe you should sell tickets," Hank laughed.
I resumed my cleanup duties with noisy gusto. I really got off to having an audience.
After finishing up, I drove him back to the Soul Kitchen's parking lot.
"I hate that I have to leave tomorrow."
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Home. Fontanelle, Nebraska."
"I picked him because I knew he was from Nebraska. I saw his license plate when he was getting out of his car when we were pulling in. And, I heard him tell the lady at the cash register that breakfast would be his last meal here before going back home. He wasn't the only man in the restaurant who was giving me the once-over more than once."
"You are very observant."
"You liked sucking John's cock. I knew you would."
"Yes. I confess I enjoyed it. More than I thought I would."
"And, you really want to suck Ronnie's cock."
"It crossed my mind once or twice."
"Do it. He'll love it. He wants to suck yours too."
"He does?"
"Yes. Him and his friend, Bill, suck each other a lot."
"How do you know that."
"It was like I heard and saw his thoughts in the fire station, when he held your cock and guided it into my pussy. He liked holding it, and knew Bill would like holding it too, and imagined you and him and Bill together naked, sucking each other. He wants it. He wants it bad."
"Is he gay? I mean, his father is excited about him fucking Charlotte for his birthday."
"No. He's just a horny kid who'll get his cums anyway he can. After he fucks Mom, he'll want more and more pussy. But, he won't give up having nasty fun with the boys."
We went to bed, and she fucked me cowgirl style, her favorite position because she was on top, and in charge. I was asleep within a minute of her rolling off of me.
In Chapter 11 Frank and Paul skinnydip and fuck their daughters just before the Game Warden arrives...
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