Chapter 13
(mmF, exhib, bb, Mg, Mgg, oral, inc, MF, interr, Fmmmm, anal, MMg)
After Evie's slumber party/orgy, word continues to spread about Evie and her permissive daddy, which leads her to pose nude outdoors for the game-warden...
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Sunday, June 27
Charlotte came home to find naked bodies strewn everywhere; in the yard, on the porch, on the beds, couches and floors.
I cooked breakfast for her, then cleared the people out of our bedroom while she ate. Ronnie and Bill fucked her to sleep. I cleared everyone out of the house, loaded the kids up in the Bronco and took them to McDonalds for breakfast. The staff wasn't prepared for an early Sunday morning rush with a mob of kids.
The only other customers were two off duty Emerald Isle cops; an old jaded one near retirement, and a starry eyed enthusiastic rookie.
"Do you run a daycare center?" the old cop asked.
"Nope. My daughter had a slumber party last night, and my wife just got off duty and went to bed."
"Off duty? Where does she work?"
"Resort security."
"Charlotte Harris?"
"You know her?"
"The evening shift guys were raving about her. They say that she's one badass babe."
"That's my spouse," I said, extending my hand.
"Roy Rodgers," the old cop said. "And, yes, I hate my parents for giving me that name."
"Mickey Hammer," the younger cop said. "And I hate my parents too."
"That's why I adopted him," Roy said.
"Frank Harris," I said.
"The O'Mafia's writer?"
"Editor of the Emerald Isle Chronicle. I'm writing an historical series on the island, which, of course, includes the O'Mafia."
"You're Evie's Daddy?" Mickey asked.
"That's me," I replied, wondering how much he knew about Evie's Daddy.
"She's the VooDoo Dude's apprentice?"
"Yep."
"The word on him is that he's a pot smuggler," Roy said.
"That's total bullshit."
"How does he make a living?"
"He and the Banunu live off the land."
"Hunter gatherers?" Mickey asked.
"Grazers is a more apt description. That will be in my first installment of the Island's history."
"Your order's ready, Sir," the manager announced. Fortunately, I convinced all of the kids to order the same breakfast.
The kids came in from the play area and sat in the booths.
"Thank you, Daddy!" Evie said, hugging my neck and kissing my mouth, but giving no tongue in the presence of the law.
She turned to the cops. "Hi. I'm Evie."
"I've heard my niece talking about you," Mickey said.
"Who's your niece?"
"Betty Marshall."
"I don't think I know her."
"She's only six. She goes to the resort's daycare center. I heard her telling a friend that you turned a boy queer for disrespecting a girl."
"No shit?" Roy said. "Excuse me. No kidding?"
"My little brother told me about that," a waitress said. "He said he was there when it happened. Now, the boy will su...uh...do gay stuff for anyone who wants it."
"Maybe he just needed an excuse to be his real self," Evie said.
"Do you really think you can do magic stuff," Mickey asked.
"Yes."
"Prove it," Roy said.
"No. I don't have to prove anything to anybody. Ever."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care what you believe," she replied, turning her back on him and saucily wiggling her butt before sitting down and eating her breakfast.
Roy's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down at his lap. He got up and left, carrying his cap in front of his crotch.
"Did you give him an erection?"
She giggled and nodded.
The kids finished their breakfast and returned to the play area, while I drank more crappy McDonald's coffee.
Several customers arrived, including a couple with three kids, a boy and twin girls. I guessed the boy to be 10 or 11 and the girls to be 8 or 9. The kids went straight to the play area while the parents ordered pancakes.
"Evie!" One of the girls squealed. "It's Evie!"
The kids huddled together talking, squealing and giggling. Evie pointed to me, and the girls stared. I knew the new girls were being told about the slumber party. They kept giving me sidelong glances. My cock stiffened, knowing they were being given details of the campfire orgy.
Their parents couldn't see me below the waist from their position. The kids could. I leaned back and squeezed the lump in my shorts. The girls screamed in delight. I turned to the right, and lifted my left pant leg, briefly exhibiting my cockhead, again creating pandemonium in the play area.
Then, the kids positioned themselves so only I could see Byron sucking the new boy's dick.
I beckoned the kids. Evie held the new girls' hands and led them to me. "This is my Daddy. Daddy, this is Pat and Pam Reynolds. They're Electra's friends from daycare. And this is their brother, Perry."
"It is a pleasure to meet you lovely young ladies," I said, bowing low and kissing their hands, causing giggle fits.
"I hope we can come to Evie's next slumber party," one of the twins giggled.
"I'd love to have y'all cum," I replied, giving a wink.
Their father summoned them to their table as the food arrived.
"Thanks for the breakfast, Mr. Harris," Allie said.
"Frank Harris?" Pam and Pat's father inquired.
"Yes."
"I'm Bill Reynolds. I'm the bartender who called security last night. Your wife is one badass babe."
"That seems to be the consensus of opinion."
"I heard that she's going to give self-defense lessons to women employees."
"She hasn't said anything to me about it."
The kids piled into the Bronco and I took them to the beach
Freddie was on the lifeguard stand nearest us. He said everyone was talking about Charlotte's shitstorm, and what a badass babe she was.
The kids pulled me into the water, wanting to play in the surf. The waves were barely high enough to form breakers. I went into deep water, between the beach and the first sandbar. The kids were in waist deep water on the sandbar.
Evie pulled my shorts down, took a deep breath, and went down on me, sucking my cock. The top of her head was visible above the surface between waves. Anyone on the beach, paying attention, would have to know what was happening. I waved to Freddie, who was watching us through binoculars from the lifeguard stand.
Evie came up, took a deep breath and went back down. I placed my right hand on my daughter's head and humped her face.
Electra tapped Evie's head, and said, "My turn," when Evie surfaced. She was sucking my cock when The Rev, Wild Man and Wanda arrived on their surfboards.
As if on request, the surf picked up, and the surfers gave the kids rides. Then, our bisexual firefighting friends arrived with their boards.
"Are y'all staying at the resort?" I asked.
"No. We're day-tripping. We bought a Winnebago," Harry said, pointing toward the public parking lot. Then, to the kids, "See that big Winnebago? Don't go near it. If you do, you will be sexually molested. Perverts live there."
"Let'sgo!" Liz squealed, and the kids stampeded toward the parking lot.
Ronnie, Bill and Byron looked disappointed until I informed them of the firefighters' bisexuality.
Wild Man, The Rev and Wanda joined them. I fucked Wanda again. I'm not sure what attracts me to the older woman. There's something childlike in her enthusiasm. And she has a tight pussy that milks my cock. It almost feels like it's sucking me in.
The kids thoroughly enjoyed their molestation, especially the boys.
I took them to the employees' entrance guard shack, where Evie called Bruno to pick the girls up and take them home. They flirted with the guard outrageously until Bruno arrived with the limo.
"Uncle Sean wishes to visit with Miss Evie after the other girls are returned home," Bruno said.
"Fine with me. Our phone is disconnected until my wife wakes up. Usually around three."
"I'll inform Uncle Sean," he said, then grinned, "We heard about her encounter with ruffians last night. It's the talk of the town."
"My badass babe," I laughed.
"That is the term being bandied about. Emerald Isle's Hot Badass Babe."
It was a little after noon, and I didn't feel like going to the cabin. I went to the fire station. And found Dwight writing.
"That was hell of a party last night. Do you have those often?"
"That was the first. What are you doing here?"
"Writing up a list of questions for my interview with Keven White. This will be his last year as Humbert High's head coach. He's retiring after 30 years."
"Don't chain yourself to that list of questions. Don't decide beforehand where the story's going to go. Don't interrupt the man if he starts to drift off-topic," I said. "A while back, a writer was interviewing Robert Ryan on his movie comeback. If he had stayed with his list of questions, and stayed on topic, he wouldn't have found out that Ryan was an alcoholic. Instead of the bullshit come-back story, it was a great story about Ryan's battle with the bottle."
"Thanks. I'll remember that," he said. Then, "Are you going to write about Charlotte kicking ass last night?"
"No. You are."
"I'm a sports writer."
"I'm too close to her. Go to the PD Monday, get a copy of the offense report, interview her, Chief Diamond, Bill Reynolds, the bartender who called security on the assholes, and Barry Dixon, the lawyer who witnessed the altercation."
"What about you and Evie?"
"Yeah. I guess so. Normally, this would be no more than a couple of paragraphs in police beat. 'Dipshit and Dumbass charged with sexual assault for attacking security guard, who subdued the pair.' Brief description of the scuffle. Period," I explained. "But a lot of folks on the island have heard about my Hot Badass Babe, and will be interested in learning the facts. It'll sell papers."
"With photos?"
"Yeah. We'll put it in Thursday's paper, the Gazette's first day as a daily. I'll write a story on the conversion to daily, the Banunu history, and a teaser for Friday's O'Mafia story, and Monday's Resort story. We'll have a roundup of the Bicentennial weekend events," I said "With your coach profile and the Badass Babe story and photos, we've got the issue filled."
"When do you want me to interview your wife?"
"Tomorrow after three, or today, if you feel like it."
"I could do it today," he said, obviously anxious to meet Charlotte. When he last saw her she was being fucked by two barely pubescent boys.
We arrived at the employees' gate behind Uncle Sean's limo. Evie walked with us to the cabin.
"What did Uncle Sean want?"
"He wanted to tell me that I could have pool parties with my friends whenever I wanted. He said there would be no men there gawking at them. But he would be watching on the CCTV," Evie explained. "I asked him if he wanted us to be naked and naughty. He said that he just wanted them to be themselves and have fun. He doesn't want them to know that anyone is watching."
When Dwight and I entered the cabin, Charlotte was sitting at the kitchen table, naked, drinking coffee.
Evie quickly stripped, and gave her mother a detailed account of her day's activities.
"Dwight wants to interview you about last night's altercation," I said.
She told Dwight that she began taking jiu jitsu lessons after one of her service representatives at the cable company was attacked and nearly raped in the parking lot. The attacker was frightened off by the sound of an approaching patrol car. The cop wasn't after the assailant, he was chasing a speeder. She told him how she became a security agent.
"Could I photograph you demonstrating the throw you used on the drunk last night?" Dwight asked.
"Naked?"
"No. In uniform."
We went outside, where my lovely wife flipped me three times to make certain Dwight's Nikon with a motordrive captured the action.
"It must be scary, knowing that your wife can kick your ass," Dwight laughed.
"Makes a man feel almost inadequate," I whined melodramatically.
Inside, Charlotte took the uniform off and hung it up.
"Aren't you going to get naked, Daddy? We're always naked at home. You can get naked too, Dwight. I want you to take pictures of me sucking my Daddy's cock."
He photographed me, and I photographed him and Charlotte fucking doggie style, capturing their facial expressions at the beginning and when they were cumming. Then I got shots of Evie sucking his cock and getting a facial. He photographed me eating my wife's pussy after he fucked her, and licking his semen off my daughter's face. Evie loved sucking men's cocks almost as much as she loved fucking.
After Charlotte went to work, Dwight, Evie and I went to the Gazette. Dwight processed the film and made 35mm contact sheet prints. A magnifying glass was needed to really look at the photos.
"Make copies for Uncle Sean," Evie said. "He'll love them."
"He could use them to blackmail us," Dwight protested.
"He wouldn't do that to me," Evie laughed.
"He's afraid she'd make him impotent again," I laughed.
"I wouldn't do that, and he knows it," Evie said. "Uncle Sean loves me. He loved me even before I made his dick hard."
We went home, where I drank prickly pear wine and fucked my daughter to exhaustion (mine, not hers).
Monday, June 28
I woke up with Charlotte straddling my face, her cunt gushing cum. I gobbled up as much cum as possible. After a screaming orgasm, she licked my face clean.
"You fucked on-duty?"
"No. After I got off, there were four Banunu teens on our porch, stroking their hard black cocks. They stripped me, and fucked my mouth, my cunt and my ass. Each one fuck every available hole."
"I wish I could have seen that."
"I would have yelled, but my mouth was full of cock or cum the whole time."
"They were on the porch, waiting for you?"
"They somehow knew I wanted it. Needed it. Fucking craved it. I had been so horny all night long. Some high school boys flirted with me on the beach in the evening. All I could think of all night was teen cock. I was so fucking horny. The Banunu boys somehow knew what I needed, and gave it to me in spades. No racial pun intended."
"It's a nice way to end your night and begin my day," I said.
We showered together. She went to bed, and I went to work. Every day would begin the same way; a stop at the police department to go through the previous day's offence, incident and accident reports. There had been three house burglaries, four domestic violence calls (no arrests), several fender-benders, and a three-car major collision with three minor injuries and one victim transported to the ER. The jaws of life was used to extricate the occupants of an overturned station wagon.
"I'm going to have to get a police scanner," I said. "I could have gotten some good photos of that wreck."
The desk sergeant said, "A firefighter, Bill Sherill, might have pictures of it. He usually goes to the scene of fires and accidents when he's off-duty and takes pictures."
I went to the fire chief and asked about Sherill.
"He's on duty today at Central Station. He took all of these pictures you see on my wall. He's an excellent photographer, and a hell of a firefighter."
I found Sherill. He had photographed the accident, but hadn't processed the film. I offered to process and print for him, and pay 20 bucks for each photo we used. He was thrilled. He used a Yashica Mat 124G. It was a bitch to lug around, but gave large, 2¼"x 2¼", negatives to work with.
I took the film to the Gazette, where the Boudreauxs were admiring Dwight's erotic photography. I processed Sherril's film and made three prints of the most dramatic shots.
There was no rush. Deadline was Thursday noon. After Thursday it would be noon Monday through Friday. The papers would be delivered in the afternoon. My work wouldn't really begin until Noon Thursday, when I had to start work on Friday's paper.
"A Mr. Hamer on line one for you, Frank," Abigail announced.
"What's Up?" I asked.
"I forgot about the Fourth of July weekend. I don't get off. Nobody does."
"Whenever you have time," I said. "I know that Evie will be happy to pose for you whenever it's convenient. She's an incorrigible exhibitionist. She loves men seeing her naked."
"It doesn't bother you that your daughter is an exhibitionist? It doesn't bother you that she likes having other men looking at her naked?"
"Evie loves it. If she loves it, so do I," I said. "Maybe I'm a pervert, but I truly enjoyed watching you posing my daughter and her friend. You obviously enjoyed telling them how to position themselves. They loved it. You loved it. I loved it."
"I'd like to do an oil painting. That'll take several sessions, over three or four days."
"I can't make any commitments for her. Let's get together soon, and discuss it with her."
"When would be convenient?"
"Any afternoon after three o'clock at our cabin." I said.
"Would this afternoon be convenient?"
"Three o'clock the employees' gate."
"I'll be there."
Charlotte was up at 2 o'clock when I got home. "Where's Evie?"
"She left a note on the fridge, saying she was at daycare."
At the daycare a young man was sitting at the monitor.
"I'm Frank Harris."
"Evie's Daddy!?! My little girl told me all about Evie and her Daddy, who'll let Evie do anything Evie wants to do!"
"How old is your little girl?"
"Betty Sue just turned six."
"And, you're O.K. with 6-year-old Betty Sue knowing all about Evie and her very permissive Daddy?"
"I'm a very permissive Daddy too," he said. "A little over a year ago, I caught my little girl playing with two boy's dicks."
"That must have been traumatic for her."
"'Caught' isn't the right word. I saw Betty Sue playing with her best friend's brothers' dicks. They were 8 and 10 years old. After Nancy and her brothers left, I told Betty Sue what I saw, and she begged me not to tell her Mommy. I told her that I would keep her secret, and told her that it was O.K. with me if she wanted to be naughty, because I liked being naughty too, and I liked watching her being a naughty girl."
"Cool!" I said. "I wish I had known about Evie's sex life much earlier."
Betty Sue's Dad picked up a mic and announced, "Evie's Daddy is here."
A mob of giggling squealing girls, and a few boys, followed Evie up the stairs and into the main room. Abe placed his right hand on a cherubic little redhead's head, and said, "This is my naughty little daughter, Betty Sue Jones."
I picked her up and hugged her.
She whispered, "I wasn't here when you ate the other girls' pussies. They said that you made them cum and cum and cum." She kissed me.
"You're a very good kisser," I said. "Who taught you?"
She looked at her father, who nodded his head. "Daddy and Aunt Catherine."
"My oldest sister," Abe explained. "She started playing with my dick when I was six and she was ten."
"I wanna go to Evie's next slumber party," Betty Sue said.
"Me too," Abe said.
"We'll see," I said. "Right now, I have to get Evie home to pose for an artist."
Game Warden Hamer was waiting for us at the employee gate with an 11x14 Strathmore sketch pad. We led him to our cabin. There were two sharp turns near the end of our path, so the cabin wasn't visible until you were three feet away from the clearing.
Charlotte was lounging nude in a hammock strung under the cabin. She was reading Ann Rice's 'Interview With the Vampire.' She had been a vampire addict since reading Bram Stoker's 'Dracula' when she was 12 years old.
Hamer gasped, and came to an abrupt halt.
"Game Warden Francis Hamer, this is my wife, Charlotte.
"Charlotte, Game Warden Hamer."
"Would you be more comfortable if I got dressed, Warden Hamer?"
"No. That's O.K. And please, call me Francis."
"We're almost always naked when we're home," Evie explained, removing her wrap-around dress. " My friends like to take their clothes off when they visit."
Then she beckoned Francis to bend down close to her, and whispered, "Some of their parents don't let them run around nude at home. They love being naked in front of Daddy. Daddy likes it a lot too."
"Who wouldn't like it?" Francis chuckled.
"You can get naked too, if you want," Evie said.
"I don't think I should," he said, looking down at the obvious bulge in his Bermuda shorts.
"It's O.K. if you've got a boner," Evie said. "I like seeing men's boners."
The bulge grew. He gave me a questioning look.
"I've always told my daughter that honesty is the best policy, although some people sometimes find honesty to be offensive, or embarrassing."
"I'm not offended. Surprised. And, yeah, a little embarrassed."
"And, obviously aroused," I chuckled, looking pointedly at his bulge. "This is a clothing optional zone. You don't have to get naked.
"You first," he said.
I quickly stripped, standing proudly with my average sized erection.
He stripped off his Lone Star beer tee shirt, dropped his shorts and boxers.
"Wow!" Evie exclaimed. "That's a big one."
"A silly millimeter less than nine inches," he boasted.
"It looks as big as Eddie's," Evie said.
"Eddie?" Francis asked.
"One of my wife's teenage lovers."
"What!?!"
"Young men and boys make me feel young. I love feeling young. Frank loves me feeling young."
He shook his head, then looked down at his sketch pad. "I came to get some preliminary sketches. With such a lovely and willing model, I may want to do her in several media; charcoal, pen and ink, watercolor, oil."
"You can 'Do Me' any way you want to 'Do Me," Evie giggled naughtily. "Where do you want to 'Do Me'?"
"Her bedroom windows give her an eastern and southern exposure," I said.
"I prefer an outdoor setting," he said. "A nature setting. The swimming hole was perfect."
"Let's take my canoe," I suggested. "It doesn't get dark until nearly ten."
Charlotte said, "When I woke up, there was another gallon jug of the VooDoo Dude's wine on the porch."
"Let's take it with us, Daddy. I'll get the cups."
I grabbed the jug and a blanket.
With Francis and I paddling, it didn't take long to get to the swimming hole, where I spread the blanket on the salt grass.
Evie filled the cups, and handed one to the game warden.
"What a strange design," Francis said before realizing it was alternating glans and vulvas. Then, "Damn!"
"Cocks and cunts," Evie said. "Ain't that cool?"
"This stuff is delicious," he said, holding out his cocks and cunts cup for a refill. He began sketching after the second cup.
"Lie on your right side, propped up on your elbow. Your head resting in your hand. Right leg straight, left leg bent, with your thigh kind of covering your... uh…"
"My pussy?"
"Uh... yeah, your pussy. And, your right leg doesn't have to be so stiff, relax it a little."
"Show me," Evie said. "Put my legs in the position you want them."
He looked questioningly at me.
"Don't worry about my Daddy. He won't mind if you touch me."
"I don't mind at all," I said.
I was amazed by how quickly he sketched her. It was a detailed drawing, not what I would have considered a sketch.
Then he had her sitting with one leg outstretched and one bent. Again, Evie told him to position her legs. His left hand was under her left thigh, near the bend of the knee. He looked at me.
I smiled, and nodded approval.
Still looking at me, his hand slid down the underside of her thigh, almost to her butt. Then he sat back and looked at Evie. "Move your foot forward a little more."
"Show me where you want it," she said.
His left hand grasped her ankle, and his right hand was on her knee. As he moved her foot forward, his right hand slid slowly down her thigh.
"You can feel my pussy," Evie said softly. "I know you want to feel my pussy."
His hand jerked away from her thigh as though he had touched a flame. He looked guiltily at me.
"Do you want to feel my daughter's prepubescent pussy, Francis?"
He shook his head in denial, then nodded. "Yes, I do."
"You want to feel her pussy. She wants you to feel her pussy. I want you to feel her pussy."
"I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Maybe it's not," I said. "Maybe it's just a dream... a dream you don't want to wake up from. What would you do if this was happening in dreamland? Do what you'd do if you were dreaming."
He spread Evie's legs and went down on her.
Evie grasped his head and humped his face. "He's a good cunnilinguist, Daddy. As good as you."
"I love eating pussy," he said.
"Your granddaughters love the way you eat their pussies," Evie said.
He froze. "What!?! How…?"
"You were thinking about them; thinking about eating their pussies while you were eating mine."
"My God! You're a mind reader."
"Sometimes. Not all of the time. How old are they?"
"Rowena's eight, and Belinda's seven."
"They're not sisters."
"No. Cousins. Rowena's my son's daughter, and Belinda's my daughter's daughter. Last week, Rowena told Belinda about me eating her pussy. She demanded that I do it for her too. I babysit for them occasionally."
"Maybe you could bring them to one of my slumber parties."
"Slumber parties?"
"I've only had one so far, but other girls have heard about it, and want to come to my next one." She described in graphic detail the events of her first slumber party.
"I couldn't bring Rowena and Belinda to a party like that."
"You want to. Don't you?" Evie giggled. "The more you think about it, the more you want to do it."
"They'd be shocked! Traumatized."
"Tell them everything I told you about the party. Do they live on the island?"
"Yes."
"Then, they've probably heard of me. Tell them that you met Evie and her Daddy. They'll beg you to introduce them to us."
"You think so?"
"I know so. And you can tell them that Evie's Daddy loves eating little girls' pussies as much as you do."
"All of those little girls watched you being gang-banged?"
"They loved it."
"All of them sucked men's cocks?"
"Not all of them. They all got their pussies eaten. No one had to do anything they didn't want to do. The girls decided what they would and wouldn't do. If a girl just wanted to watch, that was cool. But none of them just wanted to watch at that party."
"The party starts with the girls watching every man there fuck you, one right after the other?"
"And watching my Daddy clean my pussy. Evie's Daddy loves eating other men's cum out of Evie's pussy. Don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby. I do."
"He gets off to me telling him about other men fucking me. And he really gets off to watching other men fuck me. He would love to watch you fuck me with that huge cock."
"It's not too big for you?"
"I've had a bigger one. I love big cocks!" She pushed him over onto his back and straddled him.
"Guide his cock into my cunt, Daddy."
I held onto the thick shaft as my daughter positioned herself over the head, and slowly lowered herself. I held onto the base of his cock with thumb and forefinger, while Evie bounced up and down.
Francis didn't last very long before I felt the pulsations of his ejaculation. The cock quickly shriveled as he pumped cum into my daughter's cunt.
She rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and said seductively, "Your cream pie is ready, Daddy."
Francis' erection quickly resurrected watching me devour his semen out of my daughter's vagina.
"Do me doggy style, so Daddy can get under me and lick my clit and your dick and balls while we fuck."
Frank lasted twice as long in the second round. I licked Evie's clit, and ran the tip of my tongue along his shaft and sac as he pounded her pussy.
As soon as his dwindling penis slipped out of her cunt, Evie lowered her cum oozing cunt over my mouth. I gave her three orgasms of increasing intensity.
Francis got down to the business of drawing. In one pose, she was on her hands and knees, looking at her reflection on the water, like Psyche, the White Rock fairy.
He also did a sketch of Evie riding me cowgirl style. We couldn't stay still, but he didn't complain. He surprised us both by going down on her and devouring my cream pie.
"I cannot believe I did that," He exclaimed. "I didn't think about it. It wasn't like I wanted to do it. Suddenly, my face was in her pussy. Like there was some kind of magnetic force."
"Did you make him do it?" I asked.
"No. I didn't even think about it. I expected you to do it, as usual."
"You can make people do things?" Francis asked.
"I can't make anybody do anything they don't want to do."
"You really have psychic powers?"
"Yes, sir. And the more I fuck the stronger my powers get."
The sun was low in the western sky when we returned to the cabin, where Ronnie and Bill were waiting for us.
"We did it, Evie!" Bill said. "We did what you told us to do."
"Yeah," Ronnie said. "Our moms caught us jacking off with their panties. And you were right. They didn't get mad."
"They caught y'all together?"
"No," Bill said. "My mother caught me first, and I told Ronnie what happened. Then he let his mom catch him. They didn't freak out. They told us that masturbation was normal for teenage boys."
Ronnie said excitedly, "Mom even told me that she sometimes masturbated."
"What do we do now?" Bill asked.
"Let them catch you again. But don't stop unless they tell you too. Keep on jacking off. They'll probably stop you. When they do, you tell them that you thought it was okay since they already saw you doing it before and they told you that it was normal," Evie said. "When would be a good time to meet your mothers tomorrow?"
"Anytime," Bill replied. "They're home all day."
"I'll visit around lunchtime."
The boys left, exuberantly expressing their undying gratitude.
Charlotte wasn't home.
"She went to the beach bar to meet the weird lawyer guy," Evie said.
I finished cooking supper when Charlotte returned. "How was the meeting with the masochist?"
"I told him that I really wasn't into suing people. I just wanted to make sure the bastards didn't sue the resort. He said he knew the DA, and there would be no problem dropping the felony charges and letting the assholes plead guilty to misdemeanor assault, if they agreed to sign a hold harmless agreement."
"Did he want you to tie him up and whip him?" Evie giggled.
"I told him that I wasn't a sadist, and was into barely pubescent boys. He said that he could arrange a meeting with the juvenile probation officer if I was into bad boys. I told him that I would think about it."
"The juvenile probation officer is pimping out little hoodlums?" I said. "That'll be a great exposé."
"You missed Ronnie and Bill," Evie said.
"No, I didn't. I took care of them before I went to the beach bar."
In Chapter 14 - Fracis Hamer, the game-warden, brings his two young granddaughters to a 'slumber party' at Evie's...
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