Chapter 2
(Mg, MMMg, MF, MMMF, bi, grope, oral, inc, interr, exhib, voy)
Evie seduces three firefighters, and a septuagenarian preacher, and discovers her psychic power to make things happen...
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Saturday June 12
Evie shook me awake, which was highly unusual. She normally sleeps like the dead until 10 o'clock when she doesn't have to go to school. "Are we going to go see the sunrise with Bongo Joe?"
"Yeah. Sure. Let me leave a note for your mother," I said. I saw a note on her bedside table. Freddie and a phone number were written in someone else's hand.
"I wonder who Freddie is." I said.
"Oh, shit!" Evie exclaimed. "I forgot all about Freddie."
"Who's Freddie?"
"He's a swimming instructor and activities director. I told him that you and Mom were going to have a moonlit picnic, and that I would be alone in the room."
"You were going to fuck him while we were gone?"
"He flirted with me, and played with my pussy while he was giving me swimming lessons."
"You don't need swimming lessons."
"He didn't know that," my precocious daughter replied with a grin.
We arrived at the island just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Bongo Joe was standing naked in knee deep water, with his seven inch erection sticking out at a 45 degree angle.
Evie was naked and out of the canoe in a heartbeat. She jumped Joe, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his phallus.
"Happy birthday, Evangeline," he laughed.
"Fuck me, Bongo Joe. Daddy loves watching men fuck me. He wants a lot of men to fuck me. I want a lot of men to fuck me. I love fucking!"
Joe lasted much longer than I thought he would. I was mesmerized watching that rock-hard coal black cock move in and out of my daughter's fat bald, alabaster white pussy.
When he ejaculated, he filled her up. Her cunt was overflowing with his thick white semen. Evie straddled my face. Cum and cunt juice oozed out into my mouth. I licked and sucked and slurped until I had devoured it all.
"Daddy loves drinking other men's cum out of my cunt after he's watched me being fucked.
"Don't you, Dad?"
"Oh, God, yes, Eve. You know I do. And I know you love it too. I know you get off to watching me watch you fuck."
Evie kissed me, and I fucked her while Bongo Joe watched slapping is drums. Once I spermed her, I ate my own cum out of her cunt.
"We better get back," I told the Blackman. "My wife will be waking soon, and I'm sure she'll need more calamine lotion."
"Give her the prickly pear wine," he suggested while Evie licked at his jutting prong. "At least two cups." The cups held four or five ounces.
We walked into the hotel room just as Charli was beginning to stir. I poured two cups.
"What about me?" Evie pouted.
I poured a miniscule amount into the third wooden cup.
"Don't be so stingy, Daddy."
"What the fuck?" I poured a healthy amount.
Charli awoke and looked around.
"Drink this. It's good for what ails you."
She took a tentative sip. "This is delicious! What is it?"
"Prickly pear wine, made by Bongo Joe, the VooDoo Dude."
"You're kidding," she said, before drinking the rest.
"I kid you not. We met him on the island where we had our picnic."
"More," she said, extending the cup. "I love this stuff."
Then she saw her daughter drinking. "Should Evie be drinking?"
"What the fuck?" I said, "We're here to have fun. All rules are suspended for the remainder of our stay here. There's only one rule: Enjoy!"
"I'll drink to that," Charli said, raising her cup. "Enjoy!"
"Enjoy!" Evie said, raising her cup and gulping it down. "More, Daddy!"
I poured her more.
"Who's Freddie?" I asked, pointing to the note on her bedside table.
"Freddie? Freddie's a sweetheart," Charli replied. "He came here last night after y'all left to check on Evie, to make sure she was alright and to see if she needed anything. He was surprised to see me. I was holding the bed sheet in front of me. I accidentally stepped on it, and pulled the sheet out of my right hand, and exposed my right boobie accidentally. It was accidental the first time."
"The first time?" Evie asked.
"The second time wasn't really accidental. I liked his reaction to the first time and wanted to see it again. Not only did his eyes open as wide as saucers. He got an erection and it made an obvious bulge in his shorts. And it turned me on to know that I turned on an 18-year-old boy. It made me feel young again."
She paused and blinked, realizing what she was saying, and to whom she was saying it. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, and I can't believe that you're not pissed at me."
"As I said, we're here to have fun. Fuck the rules. Enjoy. And, in spite of that terrible sunburn, you are really enjoying yourself. You enjoy making Freddie's 18-year-old cock hard. What else did you and Freddie do? Obviously, you couldn't do much with your sunburn."
"He asked if there was anything he could do to help, and I said it would be nice if someone would put some more calamine lotion on my burn. And he did it for me. And I kind of propped myself up on one elbow, and acted like I didn't know he could see my left tit. And I told him how nice his hands felt putting the calamine lotion all over my body.
"And he left the number to his pager, and said to call him if I ever need anything. Any Thing."
"Can I do anything for you? More calamine lotion?" I offered.
"I was..."
Evie giggled, "You were going to call Freddie and ask him to put more lotion on your naked bod."
Charli stared at her daughter.
"You want us to leave," I said.
"There's no sense in me putting a damper on your fun," my wife replied. "Go on and enjoy yourselves. I should be in better shape by tomorrow or the next day."
"And you want us out of the way so you can have fun with Freddie," Evie laughed.
"Call him," I said. "Don't let him know we're here."
She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the resort stationary. She hung up, and the phone rang less than a minute later, and she put it on speaker.
"You called, Charlotte?"
"Yes, Dear. I was wondering if you could come to my room and put more calamine lotion on my body."
"I have to finish an activity report. I'll be there in less than ten minutes."
"You're such a sweetheart to do this for me. I wish I could repay you somehow."
"It's my pleasure. I mean, really a pleasure. Your burn will probably be mostly healed by tomorrow. I'll miss rubbing the lotion on your body. I love doing it."
"I love you doing it to me too," she said, and took a healthy sip of wine. "Maybe after it's all healed, you wouldn't mind putting suntan lotion on for me."
"Just on your back?"
"If that's all you want to do, Honey," she said with exaggerated disappointment in her voice.
"What if I wanted to rub it all over your body?"
"I love the way your gentle hands feel on my skin. I would love to feel them all over my body." She couldn't suppress a girlish giggle.
"What about your husband?"
"Don't worry about him. I have an understanding husband. A very understanding husband."
I openly massaged the bulge in my swimsuit.
Charli gave me a frown and a pointed look at Evie, who grinned broadly.
"I'll come up now," he said, "and finish the fucking report later."
"Finish the fucking report," Charli said. "I don't want you getting in trouble because of me. I'll be here for two weeks. We have time to do whatever you want to do. Bye, sweetie."
She placed the handset on the hook, took another sip of wine and giggled. "That was so much fun."
"We have time to do whatever you want to do," Evie mimicked, exaggerating the emphasis on ‘Whatever.' "You know he wants to fuck you."
"Evangeline Harris! Watch your tongue, young lady!"
I laughed, "You know he wants to fuck you and you want him to fuck you. Don't get onto your daughter for being honest."
"She's only ten years old. Too young to use that kind of language."
"I'm eleven! It's my birthday."
"Tell me that you never said 'fuck' when you were a kid," I teased.
"Not in front of my mother," Evie answered with just a hint of grin on her lips, lips that just an hour before were wrapped around a big black cock.
"I want Evie to feel free to say anything to us that she would say to her friends," I told my horny wife. "I'm adding another rule for this vacation... Be Honest. Enjoy and be honest."
Evie giggled, "Be honest, Mom. You want Freddie to fuck you."
Charli stiffened, then relaxed and took another sip of wine. "Yes. I want Freddie to fuck me. I want to feel young again... like a teenager."
"Evie and I will get out of the way," I said, giving Charli a kiss. "I'm thinking about taking the canoe out into the surf, Evie. What do you think?"
"I like it. But I want you to buy me a really sexy string bikini for my birthday. I saw some in the gift shop."
Evie selected an iridescent indigo bikini. The sales clerk, Linda, suggested she get a size larger. "This will barely cover your – uh – down there."
"This is the one I want, Daddy."
"We're on vacation, and today is her birthday. Evie can have whatever she wants," I said.
"Whatever?" Evie asked with a naughty grin.
I clarified, "I don't want to max out my credit card, Baby."
She went into the dressing room with the sales clerk, and quickly returned with the barely there bikini. It covered most of her vulva, and left little to the imagination. It exposed about 80 percent of her buttocks.
"Linda tied the left side with a square knot and a bow. I only have to tie the right side with a bow, and just pull on the string whenever I want to take it off," she said, tugging on the string. The bikini bottom fell away, exposing her fat pussy for the world to see. She quickly retied the bow.
"Will there be anything else?" Linda asked.
"I want one of those for Daddy," Evie said, pointing at a candy apple red speedo.
"No!" I said.
"You said that I could have whatever I want. And I want you to wear that."
I went to the dressing room and donned the Speedo. I was too self-conscious and embarrassed to get an erection, which would have been obscene.
"I love it, Daddy! I don't want us to wear anything but these the whole time we're here."
"While we're here, you can do anything you want to do, Evie, as long as you don't lie, cheat, steal, or kill, and you don't do anything to anyone you wouldn't want done to yourself."
"I don't do none of that shit anyway."
"Watch your grammar, young lady," I admonished. "It should be, ‘I don't do any of that shit,' not, I don't do none of that shit.' What have I told you about double negatives?"
I wasn't aware of two families entering the shop behind me. There were two men, two women, and four boys, two sets of twins; one set red headed, the other set blond. The boys appeared to be in their early teens. The two men looked enough alike to be brothers, one red headed, the other blond. The women looked enough alike to be sisters, both red heads.
"Can we do anything we want to do while we're here, Papa?" one of the red headed twins asked.
"No!" one of the men stated firmly.
"Don't even ask," the other man said.
"Spoil sports!" the red head said.
"Meanies!" one blond whined, while his brother mouthed, "assholes."
"Let's go, kid," I said, taking Evie's hand. "We may have started a revolution."
We ran to the Bronco, and drove to the public access beach parking lot. I carried the canoe. Evie carried the paddles over the wooden walkway that protected the dunes from foot traffic. I put the canoe in the water, and we paddled out past the breakers.
Evie's wet bikini clung to the contours of her labia. In fact, it didn't completely cover the labia. Pale flesh showed on either side of the form-fitting iridescent fabric.
She saw me staring. "Do you like it, Dad?"
"Everyone who sees it will know that you have a nice fat pussy."
"What about yours?" she asked.
I looked down and saw the fabric clinging to the contours of my cock and balls. Anyone could see that I was circumcised. I realized our swimwear had no lining.
"Get back here with me," I said. "We want all the weight in the back to surf."
I caught a wave on the first try, and we surfed almost to the beach. After we surfed for the third time, I said, "I need a rest, and we need to apply more sunscreen."
I rented an umbrella and two wood and canvas lounge chairs for our rest periods. I was applying sunscreen to Evie's back and legs when a plump white haired gentleman who appeared to be in his 60s approached. "I never thought about surfing in a canoe," he said. "It's beautiful. You don't see many wooden ones."
"You canoe?"
"Not for years. Decades really. I taught canoeing when I was a summer camp counselor during my college years. No white water. Just flat rivers, lakes and bays."
"I grew up on the gulf coast. A neighbor lady gave this to me after her husband died. She didn't know what it was worth. I mowed her lawn for free for five years."
"Wanna play with us?" Evie asked, turning over onto her back then sitting up.
The distinguished looking gentleman's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Evie smiled at him.
He looked questioningly at me.
"You're more than welcome to join us in our fun and games," I said. "I'm Frank Harris. And this is my daughter Evangeline."
"George Buttrick," he said, extending his hand.
"Butt Trick?" Evie asked.
"It sounds naughty when you say it, young lady."
"And you like naughty."
"No." he stated. "I'm not supposed to. I'm a Bible believing Baptist preacher."
Really?" I asked. "How can you believe in that crap?"
He looked around furtively, and said in a stage whisper. "Don't tell anyone. I quit believing before I graduated from Bible College. But that's all I know. Both my grandfathers were preachers, my father was a preacher. One of my uncles is a preacher. My father-in-law was a preacher. I started preaching when I was 13-years-old. Preaching is all I know."
"Are you a love and peace preacher, like Jesus was?" I asked.
"Oh,, hell no. Love and peace ain't profitable. I'm the mouthpiece for an angry and vengeful God. My congregation doesn't want to hear about love and peace. They want to hear about the day of reckoning."
"Are we going to surf or not?" Evie asked impatiently.
We pushed the canoe into the surf, and paddled past the breakers, with Reverend Buttrick in front and me in the rear. The preacher was panting when we reached flat water.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"I just need a little time to catch my breath," he said. "I'm 72 years old. I
have cardiac artery disease. The exercise is good for me."
"Take your time. Relax. We're in no hurry. When you're ready, move back here. We'll want all of the weight in the back to surf."
He turned around, and sat on the front seat, facing me while he rested. Evie was sitting on the floor, facing him. His bathing suit crotch suddenly swelled. The preacher tried to act casual as he rested his wrists on his upper thighs and clasped his hands.
"You don't have to hide it," Evie giggled. "I've seen men's boners before. Lots of times."
"I have no doubt of that," the preacher chuckled.
"My little Jezebel," I chuckled.
"You've read the bible?"
"I was baptized at the age of 11, and dedicated my life to the Lord Jesus Christ, and told everyone I wanted to be a Baptist Preacher. When I was 14, I preached the Wednesday evening prayer meeting during youth week. The next year, I preached the Sunday morning service. By then, I was having serious doubts. There was crap in the bible that was just too unbelievable. And, I was a horny devil. God killed Onan for jacking off, and I couldn't stop jacking off. Jesus said lusting after a woman was as bad as actually fucking. And I couldn't stop lusting after women and girls. So I figured I may as well enjoy fucking, if I was going to go to hell for just thinking about it."
The Rev Buttrick chuckled, "God didn't kill Onan for masturbating, as many preachers and Sunday school teachers would have you believe. He was killed for not impregnating his brother's widow."
"He was supposed to fuck his sister-in-law and make her pregnant?" Eve asked.
"He would copulate with her, but would ejaculate onto the ground. He didn't want his offspring raised as his dead brother's son."
"What happened to his brother?"
"God killed him for being evil."
"What did he do?"
"No one knows. The bible doesn't say," the preacher said, straightening up. "I'm ready to surf."
He was half standing as he moved to the back, around Evie. She stayed low, and her face was at his crotch level. She stared at his bulge as it moved past her face. Buttrick looked at her, then at me.
I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
Then he noticed my crotch. I had a full erection and the Speedo's wet fabric clung to the contours of my genitalia. He knelt on the floor in front of me.
"You want to paddle left or right?" I asked.
"Right."
"Go!" I ordered, and we caught a good wave. We were about three quarters of the way to the beach when the canoe went sideways in the breaker and capsized."
The old preacher had a cool head and quick reactions. He held onto the paddle with his right hand, and grabbed Evie, with his left arm around her torso, and his left hand covering her right tit.
The water was nearly chest deep where we capsized, with the breakers head high.
"Don't worry about Evie. She's a mermaid in water. She could swim before she could walk."
"That's okay," Evie giggled. "I like him holding me."
I caught up with the canoe, got under it and flipped it upright. The preacher carried Evie to it and lifted her in. The bow had come untied and the bikini bottom dangled from her left hip. The top was up around her neck. She got up on her knees, and took her time getting the bottom in place and retying the bow.
The preacher was mesmerized by my daughter's pussy. He couldn't take his eyes off of it until she finished tying the bow. Then he looked at me guiltily.
"I can't blame you for enjoying the show," I said.
"Want to have another go at it?"
"I'd love to, Frank," the old gent replied. "But, I have to get back to my flock."
"We'll be here for two weeks," Evie said. "We're in D-21."
"You're here with your church group?" I asked.
"Our annual senior singles outing. We're here for a week."
"Are you 'dating' any of them?" I asked.
"Heavens no! I don't fool around with single women."
"You commit adultery with married women?"
"From a legal standpoint, the married woman is committing adultery. I am merely fornicating."
"Aren't you afraid of some irate husband taking vengeance?"
"Most of these impotent old farts don't pay enough attention to their wives' comings and goings to know they're cheating. And they assume their wives have lost interest in sex. And, for the most part, the husbands are the religious fanatics."
"Don't you ever feel like a hypocrite? You're an atheist or agnostic, preaching to fundamentalist Christians."
"I am a Deist. I believe God created the heavens and the earth, established its physical laws, then stood back to observe where it went. The Creator may not even be aware of our existence on this planet. Our sun is no more than a miniscule dim speck on the outer reaches of a minor galaxy."
"You didn't answer my question. Do you ever feel like a hypocrite?"
"Is an actor, pretending to be someone he's not, a hypocrite? No, he's an artist. I am an actor... an artist. I give my audience , my congregation, what it wants. I am very very good at what I do. I'm proud of that."
Evie giggled, "You do naughty stuff in church, just for the fun of it. Don't you?"
"I masturbate in my office before preaching to get an erection, and wear a cock ring during the service."
"I knew it. I knew you did naughty stuff in church. Like I saw you jerking off in my head. And panties. Red panties."
"Oh, my god!" the preacher exclaimed. "That is frightening."
"What?" I asked
"I wear red silk panties, with black lace trim, to contain and restrain my erection, so it won't be noticeable to anyone. I was thinking about the panties when I told you about the cock ring."
"Has this ever happened before, Evie? Knowing something you shouldn't know?" he asked.
"Sometimes. Like I saw Uncle Larry fucking Me-Maw before I opened the door and really saw them. And, when me and Joey were fucking, I felt like Mr. Oliphant was watching and jacking off," she said. "A lot of times, I know what people are going to say before they say it. And, sometimes, I feel like everything that's happening has happened before. Like when we went to the island. I felt like I had been there before. I knew Bongo Joe before. We fucked there before. It felt like we were doing everything again."
"I really have to get back to my congregation. But, I would really like to hear more about your ESP and deja vu experiences," the preacher said before he hurriedly walked away.
"Me too," I said looking at my daughter's half exposed pussy. "You've never mentioned it before."
"It never really happened a lot before we came here. Like when we first saw the island. There was like a flash, and I saw Bongo Joe and a campfire. When you told Mom that you wanted to have a romantic moonlit picnic, I saw us having the picnic. Then, after we had our picnic, and we were going back to the resort, I had a flash of Mr. Crowley, standing behind the checkout counter, playing with his dick. And, I knew he was waiting for us."
"What about Freddie and your mother? Did you see that?"
"No. I really forgot all about Freddie when you said I could have the picnic with you."
"Do you want to surf some more, or go back to the room?"
"Let's go back to the room."
Freddie was exiting the room as we approached.
"Hi, Freddie," Evie said. "Sorry I wasn't here for our date."
"It wasn't a date," he said, blushing brightly. "You told me that you were going to be alone, and I came to check on you and see if you needed anything. It wasn't a date."
"And I guess you weren't finger-fucking my pussy in the swimming pool while you gave me lessons."
Freddie's face went from bright crimson to ghastly white. I could almost smell the fear as he looked at me.
"Don't be crude, Baby," I said, smiling.
"Thank you for taking care of my wife, Freddie. I really appreciate it. And I know she does, too."
"You... you're welcome," he stammered. "I, I have to get to work."
Entering the room I asked, "What's the latest on you and your young lover?"
"He sucked my tits, and I fondled his cock through his shorts. His pager beeped, and he had to go to work. Otherwise, you two might have walked in on me masturbating him, or maybe even su... performing fellatio."
"I know what that means," Evie giggled. "It means sucking cock. You were going to suck Freddie's cock?"
"You know much more than you should," Charli huffed. "Too much at your age."
"You didn't know about sucking cock and eating pussy when you were my age? Really, Mom?"
"I guess I did. It just feels weird, hearing my little girl talk like that. It'll take some getting used to."
"You never performed fellatio for me," I said with a frown.
"I planned on doing it for you here."
"We'll call before we come up to the room from now on," I said. "Poor Freddie probably would have a heart attack if I walked in when he had his hard cock in your mouth."
"He sucked your tits?" Evie asked.
"I propped myself up on my left side to eat, and the sheet slipped away, exposing my boobs. I started to cover them, then said, ‘What the hell, Freddie? You've already seen them.' And I ate with them exposed. When I finished, he took the tray away, then bent down and kissed my right nipple. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him into me. He sucked on both of them for a while, then kissed me. While he was kissing me, I reached out and fondled his crotch. He started to unzip his shorts, and the Goddamned pager buzzed."
"Be glad it did," I said. "The kid would have freaked out when we walked in. You should have seen his face when he walked out and saw us approaching."
Evie suddenly declared, "I'm going to take a dip in the pool."
"Love you, Dad. You too, Mom," Evie said as she headed out the door.
"Sometimes, I think I'm dreaming," Charli said. "Telling my husband and my daughter about me and my young lover. And hearing my little girl talk about fucking and sucking cock."
"I have a hard time believing it all myself," I said while pouring two cups of Bongo Joe's wine.
"Speaking of dreams; I had the strangest, and most vivid erotic dream about Evie last night," Charli began. "She was having sex with men. Larry, and Candy Man & Son, and Mr. Oliphant, and even the groundskeeper at Heritage Park. And I thought you'd be mad if you found out, but you found out, and you weren't mad. You were glad. And I was a terrible mother in the dream, because I was glad too. The thought of all of those men fucking my daughter turned me on. It made me so hot. I am so horny. And I can't do anything because of the sunburn."
"Maybe we can," I said. "What if I lie on my back, and you get on top. I'll be careful not to touch your sunburn."
"Yes! Yes! Let's try. I am so fucking horny."
I took the Speedo off and she got on top. I gripped the bottom sheet with both hands so I wouldn't touch her burnt skin. Her cunt devoured my cock, and she started moving up and down slowly, then picked up speed.
"That dream you had wasn't all a dream," I said casually.
"What do you mean?"
"In your sleep, you must have heard Evie telling me about all of those men eating her pussy and fucking her."
"Oh my God!" Charli gasped and moved up and down faster and faster. "Fuck me, Frank. Fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you like I fucked our daughter. Like all those other men who fucked Evie. I watched other men fuck Evie, and I loved watching other men's cocks in our daughter's cunt. Evie loved watching her Daddy watch other men fuck her. Our little girl wants to fuck a lot of men, and I want to watch a lot of men fuck her."
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I'm cumming. Oh, Holy Fucking God!"
Unexpectantly Evie entered the room as we reached an intense simultaneous orgasm. Charli was recovering from her orgasm when she realized Evie was in the room, looking at us. She had another orgasm.
As soon as she came down from her second orgasm, I asked Charli, "Why didn't you tell me about walking in on our six-year-old daughter sucking your 13-year-old brother's cock?"
"I was afraid that you'd kill Larry if you found out."
"Really? You know me better than that. I am not a violent man."
"You might have reported him to the police," she said.
"Not if you told me that she wasn't forced to suck his cock. That she enjoyed sucking his cock."
"I didn't know what you would do, Frank. So I thought it best not to tell."
"It turned out all right for your mother," I said. "To keep him from getting in trouble for molesting other little girls, she let him fuck her."
"What!?!"
"Tell her, Evie."
"Remember when I was eight, Mom, and you had some kind of meeting or something that you had to go to, and you dropped me off at Me-Maw's house without calling her first. I walked in, and Uncle Larry was fucking Me-Maw doggy style in the living room. She told me that they'd been fucking since you caught me sucking his cock. After that, whenever y'all left me with Me-Maw and Uncle Larry, we fucked and sucked cock and ate pussy."
"I can't believe it! My mother, my brother, and my daughter?"
I chuckled, "And the babysitter you hired to replace your brother turned out to be a lesbian, who was also one of Madam Griego's dance students, and lovers. She and Mrs. Griego double-teamed our horny daughter."
I got up and poured us all some more prickly pear wine.
We sipped in silence for a while. Then Evie giggled, "Fucking's fun. Fucking's a lot of fun. Why do they make it a bad thing? The world would be a better place if everyone could fuck whoever they wanted to fuck, whenever they wanted to fuck and wherever they wanted to fuck."
"Over copulation would mean over population," I laughed.
"Not with birth control." Evie said.
"Speaking of which, we'll have to get you on birth control as soon as you start showing signs of puberty."
Charli started crying.
"What is it, Babe? What's wrong?"
"I hate this fucking wine."
"What?"
"I've cheated on you, Frank. I cheated for nearly three years. I had an affair with Evie's pediatrician. When I dropped Evie off at my mother's, I was going to meet Greg. It was the second time we fucked."
I was stunned.
"Did you ever cheat on Mom?"
"Yes, I did. Several times," I admitted.
"Greg kept telling me that he was going to divorce his wife, and marry me, if I divorced you. He kept leading me on, until a month ago, when I gave him an ultimatum. He laughed at me. He never intended to divorce his wife."
"Why would you want him instead of Dad? Dad's better looking, and smarter and funnier than that asshole."
"He's rich. He could give you a better home, and send you to better schools, and give you better clothes. I was tired of living hand to mouth, month to month. Paycheck to paycheck. We never had enough money."
I was speechless. Stunned. Flabbergasted. I sat and stared.
"Daddy? You said that you cheated on her too."
"I wasn't looking for another wife. I had no intention of divorcing. I wasn't going to break up our home. I even agreed to buy that fucking house in the fucking tract home subdivision. I hate that God damned neighborhood. I did it to make you happy."
"I planned this second honeymoon to get us back together. To fall in love again. Now, I've ruined it," bemoaned Charli.
"No! No, Mom. You haven't ruined it," Evie assured."The reason we're here is because you fucked the fucking dentist. And it's brought us closer together! We were having fun! We were happy! Happier than we've ever been before you told us about the dentist.
"You said that we were supposed to be honest here, Dad. And Mom's being honest. That stupid fucking affair is the reason we're here. And, while we're here, we're supposed to enjoy and be honest."
I tried to hold onto my anger, but couldn't. "You're right, Baby. We have never ever been happier than we've been the past couple of days. This is a new beginning. To hell with the past. Let's keep on having our fucking fun."
"Since we're being honest, Mom," Evie said. "How old were you the first time you fooled around with an adult?"
Charli thought for a moment, chuckled, then whispered, "Eight. I was sitting on Granddad Winston's lap, and felt his cock get hard under my butt. I squirmed and ground my butt against it, and he whispered in my ear, ‘You know what you're doing to me. Don't you?' I giggled and nodded. Mostly, we fondled each other through our clothes. I jacked him off a couple of times and he ate my pussy once before he died of a heart attack when I was 10."
Evie said, "The reason I came back from the pool so quick is the lifeguard won't let me swim. He says that it's for adults only. The men in the pool told him to let me swim, but he wouldn't."
I called the front desk and asked about the 'adults only' designation. "I was told that the family section was the only restricted area. This pool is right outside our room, and Evie should be able to swim there."
"Hold on a moment, sir. I'll speak to my supervisor."
A minute later, a woman's voice came on the phone. "I've called the lifeguard on duty and told him to allow your daughter to swim. I will make certain that all employees know that the family section is the only restricted area on the campus. Families have free run of the entire resort. I apologize for any inconvenience."
I put my Speedo on and escorted Evie to the pool, where Roland, the lifeguard, apologized. "I'm sorry, sir. I misunderstood the ‘Adult' designation. I thought it meant ‘Adult Only.' Families are allowed to swim in any pool in the resort."
"I told you so," Evie said. "We're staying in a room in the Adult section. That should have given you a clue."
"Don't be rude, Evie. Roland was doing what he thought was right. He was mistaken. He admitted his mistake and apologized. Be nice."
"I apologize for being rude, Ro-land," Evie said, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"In the young lady's defense," a man in the pool said. "Ro-land was being an ass. He wasn't polite. He ordered her to get out and stay out and never come back. He's one of those people who should never be given any kind of authority. He'll abuse it at every chance."
Evie stuck her tongue out at Roland, and I threw her into the pool, near the man who defended her behavior. "Cool off, Kid." I laughed.
I jumped in and swam a few laps while Evie flirted with the three men in the pool; Harry Cotton, Bill Albright, and Walt Bowie. They were recently divorced firefighters who took a vacation together to commiserate and celebrate.
"Launch me, Dad"
She and her friends at home enjoyed my submarine launch. I got in chest deep water, and squatted with Evie squatting on top of me with her feet on my shoulders. I sprang up. Just before reaching my full height, she sprang up, going high into the air.
She came down on Harry, who made no effort to get out of the way, nor was he too surprised to move seeing her descending on him. He looked up, and she straddled his face when she came down, making him fall backwards underwater.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cotton," she giggled, sounding unapologetic.
"It was my pleasure, Ma'am," he replied in an exaggerated southern gentleman accent. "Truly my pleasure."
"Do me again, Daddy. Do me again."
Again, I launched her. The trio of divorcees jockeyed for position to catch her. Walt caught her with his right hand on the back of her right leg, near her crotch, and his left hand on her back.
"Play keep-away," Bill said. "Don't let her Daddy get her."
I feigned attempting to get her, as they threw her from one man to the other. Harry unintentionally caught her with his left hand full on her crotch, and his right hand on her chest.
"Sorry about that," he said, before heaving her high into the air.
"I don't mind," she giggled while airborne.
Walt caught her with his right hand on her right thigh. His thumb pressed hard against her crotch. His left hand was on her chest. The bikini top had shifted, and his forefinger pressed against her left nipple.
Evie clamped her legs together and wriggled and giggled before he tossed her over my head to Bill.
I reached up, and 'accidently' grabbed a string of the right bow, untying it.
Bill caught a handful of bare prepubescent pussy, and froze in surprise for a moment before setting her down. "I didn't mean to, uh..."
"That's okay," Evie said, giggling naughtily and smiling at him. "I really didn't mind."
She side stroked to shallower water, holding onto the sting with her right hand, but making no attempt to cover her pudenda. She stood in the waist-deep water, tugged the bikini bottom into place and retied the bow.
"Do me, Daddy!" she commanded, grinning naughtily, so no one could mistake the double entendre. "Do me!"
Again, I squatted on the bottom, and she squatted on my shoulders, with her crotch pressed against the back of my head. I sprang upward. She sprang at the perfect moment, and went high into the air. She executed a perfect swan dive. There was no chance of anyone catching her as her body knifed into the water, barely making a splash.
Evie surfaced in front of the men. Bill applauded. "That's a ten, Baby." The others agreed.
"Again, Dad. I want to do a jackknife."
The jack-knife wasn't perfect, as it would have been if she had done it from a spring board. Her appreciative audience applauded.
"One more time, Dad."
Again, I launched my daughter. The men were standing side-by-side, three abreast. Again, she went high into the air. The bikini bottom fluttered, clinging to her left leg. She had her arms and legs spread wide at the apogee of her flight.
"Catch!" she yelled, and six arms extended upward to receive her, as she descended upon them. Bill caught her chest, with his thumbs on bare nipples and fingers around her ribcage under her arms. Walt and Harry each caught a leg at the upper thigh, where they joined the crotch. She wiggled her hips and giggled naughtily.
They looked at me. I couldn't conceal my amusement and approval. I don't think they could see me rubbing my cock through my Speedo.
She held onto Bill's shoulders as the other two slowly let her down. I slipped underwater and swam toward them. Before they let her go, Walt gave Evie's pudenda a quick rub.
Harry's hand felt Walt's hand fondling my daughter's pussy. When Walt's hand moved away, Harry's replaced it momentarily, before also letting go.
The water was too deep for Evie to stand, so she continued holding onto Bill's shoulders after Walt and Harry let her go. Her body momentarily pressed against Bill's, and she rubbed her bare pussy against his bulge. He responded by grinding the bulge against her. She pushed away and side stroked to shallower water.
I surfaced, and the men realized I had witnessed their lascivious underwater activities.
"Are you having fun, Evie Baby?"
"Uh huh!!!" she responded, nodding vigorously. "Are you having fun, Daddy?"
"You know I am, Kid. You know that I have fun watching you have fun. I enjoy your enjoyment at least as much as you do."
"I know you do, Daddy, and I love you for it," she said, retying her bikini bottom, and straightening the top. "And I really enjoy you enjoying my enjoyment."
"And I enjoy you enjoying me enjoying your enjoyment," I laughed.
"And I enjoy you enjoying... " She paused, thinking about it, then muttered, "Fuck it," and quickly put her hand over her mouth.
"We get the idea," Bill chuckled. "I too have exhibitionistic and voyeuristic tendencies."
"Professor Albright speaks," Walt laughed. "Our resident intellectual."
"How long are y'all here?" Evie asked.
"Just the weekend," Harry said. "We have to check out by 11 tomorrow."
"Would you like to come up to our room, and have some wine?" I asked.
"We're not into wine," Harry said. "Got any beer?"
"I think you'll like this wine. It's made locally from prickly pears by Bongo Joe, the VooDoo Dude."
"The Voo Dude!?!" Roland asked. "You've met the VooDoo Dude!?!"
"Yeah," Evie said. "Last night and this morning."
"I thought he was an urban legend. I've lived on this island all of my life, and I've never seen him, and I don't know anyone else who's ever seen him."
"What's the legend?" Walt asked. "What is it that he's supposed to do?"
"He can cast all kinds of spells, and makes potions and stuff. He can turn people into zombies. He takes their minds away, and they'll do anything he wants them to do. He can kill you or he can heal you with his mind and his magic spells. Some black people say that he's a good guy, and others say he is pure evil. And the cops say he's a big time marijuana smuggler."
"Roland just made that wine irresistible," Bill laughed. "I have to try some."
"Let's go," I said, getting out of the pool.
The others hesitated until they saw my boner. They followed Evie and me to our room. "We're next door," Walt said.
"We've got company, Honey," I said as we entered.
Charli covered her butt with a bath towel, as the three visitors entered.
"Introduce yourselves," I said, getting the jug from the refrigerator, and filling the three wooden cups.
"Get the plastic cups out of the bathroom, Evie."
There was a knock at the door, and Evie opened it. "Reverend Butt Trick!" she giggled.
"Come in, Rev," I said. "Have some wine with us.
"I don't think I should."
"Come on, man. Jesus drank wine with sinners."
"So he did. Yes, I'll have a cup with you," he said.
"I came to give you one of our fliers, about our Sunday service on the beach tomorrow morning. Resort management said we could place them on bulletin boards around the resort, as long as we didn't disturb the guests. When Evie gave me your room number, I assumed it was an invitation to visit."
"It was," Evie said, handing him a plastic cup of wine.
"Enjoy!" I said, raising my plastic cup. We all sipped.
"This doesn't taste like booze," Walt said. "It tastes like dessert. Like...?
"Or make ice cream with," Bill said.
"Prickly pear wine ice cream for Reverend Butt Trick's congregation," Evie said.
"Actually," the preacher said, "I prefer Brother George. I've been Brother George all of my life."
"You all have something in common. You've all seen my wife's tits and my daughter's pussy," I joked.
"And they all felt my pussy." Evie giggled.
"It was purely accidental," Brother George said. "I was helping you get back into the canoe after we capsized."
"But you liked it. Didn't you?"
"I cannot deny that I did enjoy that brief touch."
"It felt like more than a touch to me," Evie giggled.
"Evie, Baby?" I asked. "How many times today has your bikini bottom accidentally untied."
"Another accidental exhibitionist," Walt laughed.
"Another?" I asked.
"Bill's always accidentally flashing his big dick."
"He's been doing it since we were in junior high school. He'd stand just inside the boys' locker room door, and have one of us open it when a bunch of girls were walking past."
"How big is your dick?" Evie asked. "It felt huge when I accidentally brushed against it in the pool."
"Accidentally?" I asked. "Really?"
"Maybe."
"You really want to see it?" Bill asked.
"You've seen mine," Evie said.
"Tell me that you flashed your pussy on purpose, and I'll show you my cock," Bill said. "That is, if there are no parental objections."
There were no parental objections. He stood and pushed his bathing suit and jockstrap down. His monster cock sprang free.
"Holy shit!" Evie exclaimed. "That must be a foot long."
"Nine and three eighths inches," Bill said proudly. "Walt and Harry measured it. They like measuring it. About once a week, they want to check it to see if it's grown."
"Y'all are blushing," Evie laughed. "Do y'all play with his cock to get it hard to measure it once a week?"
"It's not once a week!" Walt said.
"No," Bill chuckled. "Sometimes, it's more often."
Harry said, "Don't go acting like you don't play with our cocks too!"
"Are y'all gay?" Evie asked.
"No!" they exclaimed adamantly in unison.
"I guess you could say that we're kind of Bi," Bill said.
"Kind of?" I asked.
"We've been fooling around together since we were 12 years old," Bill explained. "Like jack off buddies. We dated girls in high school, and we've been married. We don't have gay friends. We don't frequent gay bars. We have affairs with women."
"Been married?" Charli asked.
"Our wives were jealous of our friendship," Harry said. "Bill was the first to marry. Then me, then Walt. Bill's wife left him because he spent too much time with us. He moved in with Walt and his wife. Walt suggested to his wife that she have sex with both of them. She left him, and my wife left me at the same time."
"Me and Harry are involved in affairs with married women now. Bill's lover and her husband moved away."
"Y'all live together," Evie said. "Y'all like living together. Y'all jack each other off, and suck and fuck. You're happy together. And you've been together since y'all were kids. That is so fucking cool!!!"
"It is," I agreed, pouring more wine. "It's an amazing relationship. It's nothing you should be ashamed of or hide."
"I shouldn't approve," Brother George said. "But I do. And I confess to having had a similar relationship with a childhood friend that continued through our time at Bible College, and afterward. We never lived together. He was an Evangelist. He visited my church a few times a year. Once a year, he conducted a revival, then as guest preacher a couple of times. We also got together at seminars and conventions. He passed away five years ago. I miss him."
"You were married?" Evie asked.
"For forty years. She passed ten years ago. She cheated on me constantly, and I acted like I didn't know. She was a preacher's daughter, and a slut. She was a volunteer at the county jail, helping to lead prisoners to the Lord. She really loved bad boys. Sometimes, I thought she knew that I knew. Everyone thought that Ruth was the perfect preacher's wife. I acted like I believed that too. She told me that she loved me on her deathbed. And I know she really did, in her own way."
"How about another round of wine?"
Evie grabbed the jug and served more wine to everyone.
Bill sipped, unconsciously stroking his cock. I dropped my Speedo, and slowly stroked mine. Walt and Harry joined us. Evie stripped, then unbuckled Brother George's belt, unzipped his pants, and struggled with the waistband button.
For a moment, I thought he was going to stop her. Instead, he slipped off his black loafers, unbuttoned the waistband and let the pants drop. Everyone laughed. He was wearing red silk panties with black lace trim. Evie pulled them down, and his 5 1/2 inch stiffy sprang free, sticking out at a steep upward angle.
"I want to see y'all doing it," Evie said to the firefighting trio.
"Doing what?" Bill asked.
"What you want to do now," she giggled.
Walt immediately dropped to his knees and took Bill's cock into his mouth. Harry got down behind Walt and shoved his cock in Walt's ass.
"Fuck me, Preacher," Evie said. "Daddy loves watching other men fuck me. Don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes. I do."
"I want my Daddy to watch a lot of men fuck me. I want him to taste a lot of different men's cum in my cunt. I love watching him watch me get fucked."
Brother George lasted less than two minutes.
Bill took his turn while I washed Harry's cock. Then, Walt took his turn with Evie. Then I got on my back, and Evie straddled my face. Semen and vaginal juices oozed out of her red, swollen cunt. I lapped it up.
"What about me?" Charli asked. "I want to feel that monster cock in my cunt. Lay down under me, Bill."
The men took turns letting Charli ride their cocks like a deranged cowgirl. Evie and I fucked. She sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. "I love having men watch my Daddy fuck me, and watching me suck my Daddy's cock."
"Won't your parishioners miss you, Brother George?" I asked.
"I always disappear on Saturday afternoons. No one expects to see me before nine o'clock Sunday morning. I seek solitude to pray, and receive the words of God that I would speak Sunday."
"What do you really do?" Evie asked. "I know that it's something really naughty."
"You truly frighten me, young lady. I have a movie projector and a collection of blue movies. I set it up in a motel room, where I watch and masturbate."
"Blue movies?" Evie asked.
"Fuck films," Walt said.
"I also have an extensive collection of French postcards, with reproductions of Victorian Era pornographic photography."
"Do you need more calamine lotion, Charli?"
"I was just about to ask these fine gentlemen to leave. Then I was going to douche, and call Freddie."
"Maybe the guys want to stay and watch you douche?" I quipped. Charli glared at me for just a moment, then grinned.
"While you douche, Baby, Evie and I will turn the mattress over, change the bedding, and spray some air freshener."
Charli rose from the bed, her inner thighs glistening with the semen of several men and sauntered into the bath. The gang closely followed behind.
Fifteen minutes later, the guys began filing out of the bath one by one, dressed and left. I went to check up on her. "I have to douche again," she said pulling her hand from her cunt and holding out a handful of fresh goo for me to see. This time Evie and I watched.
"Call Freddie," I told her once she had flushed her cunt hole, "Evie and I are going out."
"Where will y'all go?" Charli asked.
"To the movies," Evie exclaimed. "A theater downtown is showing Gone With the Wind."
"No shit!?! You want to see Gone With the Wind?"
"It was one of Mr. Oliphant's favorite movies. Me and him did scenes from it. I played Scarlett and he played Rhet. We did all of the kissing scenes, the 'I'll never go hungry again' scene, and the scene where Rhet kicks Scarlet's door open and rapes her, and the 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn' scene."
"The 'I'll never go hungry scene'?"
Evie dropped to her knees, scrabbled at the carpet, hungrily bit into an imaginary carrot and said, with fire in her eyes and determination in her voice, "As God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again."
I was stunned. She was more convincing than Vivian Leigh had been.
"You are really one hell of an actress, Baby," Charli said.
"It's a really long movie," I said.
"I like it," Charli said. "Freddie can call the theater and find out the show times. He won't have to worry about you barging in on us."
"You're going to let him fuck you, aren't you, Mom?"
"Yes, Evangeline Harris, my lovely daughter. I am going to let 18-year-old Freddie Cavender fuck me, and fuck me and fuck me."
"Are you going to tell him that Dad showed you how you could fuck without hurting your sunburn?"
"I don't think so. I'll let him believe that I figured it out all by myself."
"Let's get something to eat first," I said.
"The cafeteria?" Evie asked. Cafeteria meals were included in the price.
"I don't do cafeterias. I hate cafeterias. I said in high school that I'd never eat in a cafeteria again. Then I joined the Navy and had to stand in chow lines, just like a school cafeteria."
"KFC?"
"Sounds good to me."
I picked up a newspaper at KFC, looked at the movie ads and realized we were 30 minutes late for *Gone With the Wind.* "We're too late for the movie, kid. What do you want to do now?"
"Let's go back to VooDoo Island and fuck."
"I think I can handle that." I bought a bucket of chicken, and we headed to the south end of Emerald Island. We munched on the way there.
"I want to get naked when we get into the canoe, and just float for a while before going to the island.
"Oh! Stop at Mr. Crowley's store for a minute, Daddy. I want to tell him that we'll stop at his store again on the way back to the Resort."
She said it casually, but I sensed it was important for her. She was following a hunch or a feeling.
I stopped at the store. She ran in, and returned in less than a minute. The sun was low in the western sky by the time we got on the water. The tide was beginning to come in and we floated on it. She stripped, and reclined in the front of the canoe, facing me. I got naked and reclined in the back.
"I love this place, Dad. I wish we could live here forever."
"Nice dream, Evie. But we have bills to pay."
"Maybe you could go to work for the newspaper here. You're the managing editor of the LaSalle Observer. You do it all. You're a one-man editorial staff."
"The Palmetto Press is a weekly, and has an editorial staff of maybe two from what I can tell. Probably kids, fresh out of J school. I doubt that it pays enough to support a family, if there was an opening, which I doubt."
"You doubt too much, Dad. You've given up before you even tried," my naked daughter scolded
I didn't want to try. I loved my job at the Observer. It was the next best thing to being retired. I wasn't a reporter. I was a repeater. I was a civic booster. I plagiarized press releases. I repeated the official views of the city and county officials. I didn't dig. I didn't rake muck. I had done that before, and it didn't really make any difference. It just pissed people off... the kind of people managing editors and ad salesmen did not want pissed off. I was burnt out.
Clouds rolled in as the sun set, and canoes, kayaks, and inflatable boats paddled by, tired birders headed back to the mouth of the lagoon while we drifted in with the tide.
Evie slipped over the side, and floated on her back beside the canoe. A few passersby saw she was naked, and did double-takes, but said nothing. A man and a girl in a green Coleman canoe quickly backstroked to avoid ramming Evie.
"You're naked!" the girl said.
"I love being naked," Evie said.
"Your Daddy lets you go naked outside?"
"My Daddy lets me do anything I want to do."
The man looked questioningly at me.
"That's a fact," I confirmed. "I follow the path of least resistance whenever possible."
"Anything? Really?" the girl asked. "Anything you want to do?"
"Anything I want to do."
"Anything covers a lot of territory," the man said. "No rules?"
"Only the Golden Rule," I said.
"The Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," he recited.
"That's it," I said. "Or the negative version: Don't do anything to anyone you wouldn't want done to you."
"That's cool!" the girl said. Their canoe was now drifting alongside ours, with Evie floating between them.
The man couldn't take his eyes off my daughter.
"He's naked too, Papa!" the girl exclaimed.
Her Papa tore his eyes away from Evie and looked at me, kneeling in our canoe, using my paddle as a rudder. I had an erection, and made no effort to hide it.
"Me and Dad like being naked together," Evie said.
"Dad and I like being naked together," I corrected.
"My Dad's a grammar Nazi."
"My Papa is too," the girl said. "He's an English teacher."
"What do you do?" the man asked me.
"Journalist. Newspaper reporter-photographer-editor."
"What paper?"
"I'm sure you've never heard of it. The LaSalle Observer."
"My sister lives in LaSalle. She sent me a copy. There was a photo of my niece and other students planting a tree on Arbor Day."
"Photos of kids, wrecks, and fires sell papers. I shoot a lot of kids."
"A lot of them deserve to be shot," he laughed. His eyes kept shifting from my erection to his daughter and back. Her eyes were on my erection.
Evie climbed back into the canoe, taking her time, and giving the man a good look at her ass and cunt. There was an obvious bulge in his cargo pants.
"Are you a birder?" I asked.
"Yes. You?"
"No. Not really. I like photographing them. I don't know the names of some of them, and don't bother to find out."
"Papa's got a list of birds that he's spotted a mile long."
"It's an addiction. It's a thrill to spot a rare bird, and get to check it off my list."
"He saw a bald eagle last week, and Momma thought he was going to have an org..."
"Orgasm?" Evie said.
"That's what Momma said."
"I'm the same way with rare automobiles," I said. "Last month, I saw a 1937 Cord. On the road, not in a museum."
Evie straddled the front seat, facing the man, who couldn't look away from her bald pussy.
I had been sitting on my heels. I straightened up, giving the girl a good view of my hard cock.
"Anything?" the man asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Any Thing," Evie giggled naughtily.
"Any Thing," I affirmed.
The man cleared his throat. "The... er... Golden Rule doesn't rule out a lot of activities that most parents would forbid."
"Okay. Along with the Golden Rule, there's an understood prohibition of alcohol and drugs."
"I wouldn't do that shit anyway," Evie said.
"Still, it doesn't rule out... er... activities in which I wouldn't want my daughter to engage."
"Different strokes for different folks," I said.
Evie said, "A lot of kids do a lot of things their parents don't want them to do, and don't know they're doing... Tings that are a lot of fun, and don't hurt anybody. I bet you did stuff that your parents didn't want you to do, and would have freaked out if they ever found out that you were doing it. But they probably never found out, and you never got in trouble for doing it."
The girl didn't miss Evie's barely perceptible emphasis on 'Doing It.' Her eyes darted from my cock to her father to Evie, and back to her father.
"I don't have to hide anything from Dad," Evie said. "I tell him everything."
"Why should I prohibit Evie from doing things I know she'll do anyway," i said, "with or without my knowledge and consent. I feel better, knowing what she's doing, where she's doing it, and with whom she's doing it."
An iridescent purple dragonfly landed on Evie's swollen clit. She looked at it and giggled, "That feels weird. Good, but a weird kind of good. Like a little electric tingle."
We all stared at the dragonfly. I looked at the girl, who must have caught my head movement in her peripheral vision. She looked at me.
I smiled.
She smiled.
I looked down at my erection.
She looked down at my erection.
I made it twitch three times, and she stifled a giggle.
The dragonfly flew away, and Evie lightly rubbed the spot where it had landed. The man couldn't stop staring at my daughter's nice fat pussy. The girl continued staring at my hard cock. Evie looked at me and giggled naughtily.
The man saw his daughter fixated on my phallus. "Uh, we have to get home," he said. "Your mother will be worried. And maybe it would be best if we didn't mention this... er... encounter."
"I won't say anything to Momma about meeting a naked father and daughter," she giggled naughtily.
Then to us, "It was nice meeting y'all." as they paddled away, "I'm Allie. Alexandria."
"Paul Thomas," the man said.
"Frank Harris."
"Evangeline," Evie shouted as their paddling and the incoming tide separated us.
She crawled to the rear. "I want to suck your cock, Daddy. I want you to come in my mouth."
Allie must have heard because she looked back. Then turned around and started talking to her father.
"You did stuff Me Maw and Paw Paw didn't know about. Didn't you?" Her voice was barely audible.
"Suck it, Evie. Suck Daddy's cock."
Allie straightened up, and I was certain she heard me. I could hear her voice, questioning her father, but couldn't make out the words.
"Oh, yeah, Evie, that feels so fucking good!" I said louder. Allie's dad didn't turn around.
Allie suddenly pointed to the east and asked something. Paul looked in that direction, and Allie waved at me. I waved back with my right hand, while my left was on my daughter's head. I pulled her into me as I humped her mouth and ejaculated profusely. She gulped it down without gagging or coughing. Then, she hugged and kissed me, giving me some of my semen.
"Was I good, Dad?"
"You were fantastic."
"Grandma taught me."
We arrived at the island as Joe was wading to it from the other bank and the seemingly impenetrable palmetto jungle. Evie dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair, moaning in pleasure.
"You don't have any balls!" Evie suddenly gasped. "You've got a pussy!"
"I am a hermaphrodite," Bongo Joe said pushing her head back down on his black dick. "My testes are concealed in my labia majora."
"What?"
"The puffy outer part of his pussy," I explained.
"Can you be fucked?"
"Yes. Both the penis and the vagina are fully functional."
"Can you get pregnant?"
"Not now. I am past the childbearing age. I have three children. All of whom are hermaphrodites, since I impregnated myself."
"You actually fucked yourself?"
"No," he laughed. "It doesn't bend enough. I ejaculate into someone's mouth and he or she injects the semen into my vagina. It's quite pleasurable."
"All the shamans of our species are female or hermaphrodites. Males do not have the psychic abilities of females."
"Species?" I asked. "You said, 'species,' not race."
"Someday, not too far into the future, your scientists will discover that we have a gene that homo sapiens lack. One that gives us greater psychic abilities than your species."
"Some humans have psychic abilities. Don't they?"
"Nearly all prepubescent females have latent psychic abilities, but they are rarely as developed as yours. Most girls lose those abilities after their first menstrual cycle. If they don't lose their power at that time, they will have it for life."
"I have psychic powers?"
"Yes. It is latent. Undeveloped but growing rapidly."
"Does fucking have anything to do with it?"
"Yes. Sexual energy feeds psychic energy. Charges it."
"Since we got here, the more I fuck, the more I want to fuck. Like I'm becoming a fucking nympho."
"You are charging."
"Okay." She thought for a moment before continuing, "I have this power. Can I make stuff happen that I want to happen?"
"Yes. If you can focus properly," he explained.
"I don't want us to go back to our old life. I want us to stay here, on Emerald Isle. I want us to live here. Can I make that happen? If I can make that happen, I won't ask for anything else."
"Yes. If your energy is properly focused, and you have no doubt that you have the power to make it happen, it will happen."
"Thank you, Bongo Joe."
"Please call me Joseph. That is the name I am called by family and friends." He gave us another jug of wine.
She returned to the canoe, deep in thought. I paddled slowly back to the Lagoon entrance in silence.
Halfway back to the entrance, she said, "I knew I would come here with you and Mom. I wanted to. I wished I could when Mom told me y'all were going on a second honeymoon. I wished I could come with you. Then, I woke up one day, knowing I was going with y'all. The next day, Aunt Bessie found out about the job. And y'all had to take me with you."
I stayed silent, and let her think it out. She was still in a contemplative mood when we arrived at the lagoon's entrance, and while I loaded the canoe onto the Bronco. She remained silent until we approached Crowley's Corner Market. "Let's stop and see Mr. Crowley."
Alex opened the door for us. "I was just locking up," he said. "Had a couple of late shoppers."
"I wanna suck your cock, Mr. Crowley."
Inside, I knelt beside her, watching Alex's cock slip in and out of my daughter's lips.
"You suck cock like you've been doing it all of your life," he sighed.
"Only since I was five. I was eight when grandma taught me how to do it right."
He came. She swallowed most of it, then kissed me.
"I'm going to miss you when you leave," Alex said.
"We're not leaving," Evie stated. "We're going to live here."
"When did this happen? What are you going to do here?"
"It hasn't happened. Evie wants it to happen," I said.
"Joseph said that I could make it happen if I really believed that I could make it happen," Evie said.
"Joseph?"
"He wants me to call him Joseph instead of Bongo Joe. He says that's what family and friends call him."
"I truly hope you can make it happen, Evie," Alex said. "I would love to have you and your Dad as friends."
We returned to the resort. "You told Mom that you'd call before we went back to the room."
I used the lobby phone. "We're on our way, Charli."
We entered the room, and found Charli on top of Freddie, riding him like a rodeo cowgirl.
Freddie muttered, "Oh shit!" as he pushed Charli off and slid off the bed, grabbing his shorts and putting them on backwards, then taking them off and putting them on the right way.
"Hi, Freddie," Evie greeted cheerfully.
"Hi, Freddie," I said casually.
"We thought you called from town," Charli laughed. "And we had time for a quickie."
"Dad called from the lobby."
"Don't look so worried, Freddie," I said. "We're cool."
Evie laughed, "We knew that you were going to fuck Mom when we left. We didn't go to the movie. We were too late, so we went to the VooDoo Dude's island in the lagoon. He says that I have psychic powers, and I can make stuff happen if I focus and believe in myself. I want us to live here, and he says that I can make it happen if I believe I can make it happen."
"I have to go," Freddie said, edging his way past me.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Freddie. I am a pacifist and a very very understanding husband."
"Good night, Freddie," Charli said.
Charli looked sad as she laid back down on the bed. "I hope that you really can make things happen so that we don't have to leave. I don't want to leave either. Maybe we can find jobs here, Frank. We wouldn't need much. Just enough to get by. We could sell the house. That would probably give us enough to get by for a while if we were frugal."
"Frugal!?! I cannot believe I'm hearing that word coming out of the material girl's mouth. We've always had enough to get by. Actually, a little more than enough to get by. But it was never enough for you. You always wanted more. You were always whining that I didn't make enough money."
"I've changed. I'm happy here. I've never really been happy before. This is my happy place. My magic place."
"Are you telling me that all you needed to be happy was an 18-year-old cock in your twat?" I laughed. "You'll have no trouble getting that at home, if that's what you want. Enroll in a college course, just to hang around the campus and meet young guys. You'll have no trouble getting laid. I promise."
Evie giggled, "You could get plenty of cock at the playhouse. There are a lot of horny teenagers in the Young Thespians program."
"Don't y'all see. I would have to go looking for it at home. Here, it comes to me. This is a tourist Mecca. People come here looking for a good time. They leave their inhibitions at home, like I did."
"Mom's right, Dad. She's happy here. I don't remember her ever being really happy before. You're happy here. I'm happy here. It's a magical place. Let's stay."
"I'm exhausted. I need sleep. We can talk about it some more in the morning." I drank two cups of VooDoo wine, and went to sleep.
In Chapter 3 Evie's wish to live on the island is unexceptedly helped along when Frank, while on vacation, learns that he has lost his job...
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