JC: Ed Biggers Part 6: Doyen Chapter 13 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 Looking up from between Kelly's legs, Ed watched as Kelly sucked on Ling's breast. As always, the sight of his wives kissing or touching each other excited him. He turned his attention back to Kelly and slid his tongue between her pussy lips. The heady aroma and rich flavor drove him renew his efforts to please her. On the floor next to Ed, Leroy and Linda were engaged in sixty- nine. Leroy was working on her with his full attention trying to bring her to orgasm before she was able to make him come. It was no contest, since no one was as good at sucking cock as Linda. He groaned his orgasm. Kelly lifted her hips off the floor as Ed's attention brought about her climax. She moaned and made little squeaking noises. Her legs locked around his head holding him in place with a strength that always surprised him. Her stomach muscles fluttered. Ed moved out form between her legs as Ling moved into sixty- nine with Kelly. The sight of the two women pleasuring each other made his cock even harder. He moved around so that he was behind Ling and entered her from the rear. He reveled in the fantastic sensations of her tight cunt and Kelly's tongue on his cock. As he thrust into his wife, he couldn't help thinking that life could hardly get any better than this. It wasn't long before he had released his seed into his wife's pussy, bringing her to a loud orgasm at the same time. Kelly cleaned his donation out of Ling, bringing Ling to another orgasm. After Ling returned the favor to Kelly, the three of them collapsed on the floor beside an exhausted Leroy and Linda. This was the first occasion in ages when the adult members of the family were alone without having to watch over the children. Little John was over at the house visiting with his girlfriend, Susan Grundy. Beth had left that morning on her field trip to Washington and wouldn't be returning for another three days. William was visiting Barbara Jordan, the dispatcher from the police station. Betsy, the youngest of the Carter children, was attending a high school track and field event with Catherine and Oliver. "When are the kids coming back?" asked Leroy as he idly ran a hand over Ling's breast. Her nipple, which had relaxed, became hard again under his attention. "Little John will return here with his girlfriend and her parents for dinner," answered Kelly as she shivered. Linda's hand ran over her thigh and towards her well used pussy. Her movements weren't intended to excite Kelly, but to prolong the after-effects of her orgasm. "Barbara Jordan will be bringing William back after their Sunday dinner," answered Ed. He wondered how the boy had enjoyed his day with the family of the dispatcher. With a grin, Linda moved over to where Ed was lying on the floor. She tried to resurrect his erection by taking her long black hair and wrapping it around his cock. Her soft silky hair teased the nerves of his cock. Despite its recent use, his cock responded immediately to her treatment. Grabbing Leroy's hand to keep it on her breast, Ling said, "Betsy should be back any minute now." "And you're letting Linda get me excited?" asked Ed pretending that he was afraid of getting caught with an erection. The sensation of Linda's silky hair against the sensitive skin of his cock was almost too much for him. Ling giggled and answered, "She'll have you shooting off in three minutes." "Three minutes? I'd predict two minutes," teased Kelly knowing there was far more truth in her comment than there was tease. True to Kelly's prediction, Linda soon had her mouth over the end of Ed's cock to catch his come. He erupted into her mouth; amazed that she was able to bring him off so quickly despite the fact that he had come not too long before. Ed settled back with a sigh and said, "This is nice." "Speaking of which, we probably ought to get cleaned up before Betsy gets home," said Kelly. She didn't like to have the children find them during or immediately after their private times together. While the family was often naked around the children, they didn't engage in explicit sexual acts around them. Sated and happy at being in the embrace of his husband and wives, Leroy didn't want it to come to an end. With a hint of complaint in his voice, he said, "Ah, just a little longer. We don't get this chance all that often." With a sigh, Linda said, "We're going to have a lot more chances soon. The kids are leaving us in a couple of months." The men did not have an answer to her melancholy observation. On that sad note, they gathered their clothes and headed to the shower. All three women were strangely silent, having lost their playfulness at the reminder that their children would be leaving soon. Ed moved behind Linda and started to wash her hair. Leroy moved over to Kelly and started to wash her back. Ling moved to where her two wives could wash her. Ed and Leroy exchanged glances as they washed their wives' bodies. Ed gave his husband a wink and then, almost at the same time, the two men started tickling Linda and Kelly. The wives were unable to maintain their unhappy moods for long under the skillful assault of their husbands. Ling, seeing that the men were merciless in their tickling, moved behind Leroy and started tickling him. He was the most ticklish of the family. It wasn't long before the wives had turned the tide and Leroy and Ed were on the floor of the shower begging for mercy. When Ed dried off Kelly, he said, "The kids will always need their mommies and daddies, you know." "I know that," replied Kelly. His comment reminded her that it had been a while since she had visited her parents in Taos. They were getting old and weren't as active as in the past. She decided that she'd take a trip to visit them at the first opportunity. He held out her robe for her and, as she took it, said, "Here you go. We have to dress up for our company." "It's strange to be entertaining again. It seems to me like it has been ages since we've had guests for dinner," replied Kelly. She tried to remember when was the last time they had entertained, particularly with the wives doing all of the cooking. She decided that it had been back when they were still living in Ed's house. Dressed in his black robes, Ed was relaxing in a chair in the dining room of their apartment when Betsy bounded up to him and exclaimed, "I got to run in a race." Surprised by the announcement, Ling asked, "Which race?" "The thousands of motors race," answered Betsy, "and I won." Confused by her description of the race, Ed asked, "The thousands of motors race?" "Yeah, they had some number with it, but I forget what it was," answered Betsy. She danced around the table, barely able to contain her excitement as she answered his question. "The five thousand meter race?" asked Leroy realizing what she meant. He wondered if she had actually participated in a race that was that long. "Yeah, that was it," said the little girl as she climbed onto one of the chairs. She reached out and grabbed an olive off a plate in the middle of the table. She frowned and then corrected herself. "Maybe they said four or ten. Any ways, it was a good race." Ed could tell that she really didn't know how long the race had been. His truth sense verified that she had participated in a race. He looked at Betsy and realized that her active lifestyle had turned her legs into pure muscle. She had the chest development of a swimmer with large lungs that could handle vast volumes of air. A knock on the door to the apartment interrupted his thoughts. Betsy raced out of the room and returned thirty seconds later. After a slight delay, Catherine and Oliver followed her into the room with smiles on their faces. Catherine said, "We brought her ribbon from the five thousand meter race." Kelly entered the room thinking that their guests had arrived. Seeing the Grand Druid and his wife, she decided to invite them to stay for dinner as thanks for watching over Betsy. She asked, "Oh, would you like to join us for dinner?" Looking at the table, Catherine could see place settings for eleven people around the table. Surprised at the large number of place settings, she asked, "Were you expecting company?" Nodding his head, Leroy answered, "Little John is bringing his girlfriend over with her parents." "Oh," replied Oliver with a frown, "isn't he kind of young to have a girlfriend?" "We'd love to stay," said Cathy putting a hand on her husband's arm to remind him that they were talking about a Carter kid. Kelly gestured to Catherine for her to come in the kitchen where the rest of the wives were hard at work preparing dinner. As she left, she heard Ed say, "William said that it was time for Little John to find his true love. The very next weekend, Little John met Susan while I was talking to her father about next year's geology trip that I'm putting together." "William said it was time," echoed Oliver thoughtfully. He had spent many hours wondering about the young man. It seemed to him as though the young man was caught between two cultures and that at some point in time he would have to choose. On one hand, he had prophetic capabilities that seemed to originate from the Two-Sided One. On the other hand, he seemed to have a strong connection to the Animal Spirits of his Native American blood. He wondered which would win. Little John entered the room walking next to Susan with her parents walking behind them. Her father was examining the surroundings with interest, as was his wife until she noticed that the Grand Druid was in the room. Her attention switched to the Druids gathered in the room. For the next ten minutes, the room was the site of confused activity as Susan's parents were introduced, Ling set another place setting, Betsy bounced around trying to show off her ribbon, and William arrived from his afternoon visit. Somehow, in the midst of all the excitement, Dr. Alan Grundy and his wife, Maggie Grundy, found themselves seated in the middle of the table with Oliver and Catherine were seated across from them while the wives hustled dinner onto the table. Ed sat at the head of the table and looked down its length. To his right sat Leroy, William, Alan Grundy, Maggie Grundy, Susan Grundy, and Kelly. To his left sat Linda, Betsy, Catherine, Oliver, Little John, and Ling. Once everyone was settled, there was another rush of activity as everyone served themselves of the roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, glazed carrots, rolls, and salad. Dr. and Mrs. Grundy were about to start eating when they noticed that everyone was watching Ed at the head of the table. Wondering if they were about to observe some Druid rite, they turned to watch Ed as well. Ed waved his hands over the steaming hot food wafting the odors towards his face. A small smile crossed his face as he took his knife and fork before cutting a small slice of the roast beef. The meat fell apart in his mouth with the slightest suggestion of mint. Chewing, a look of bliss crossed his face as he savored the rich flavor of the beef. He said, "You cooked the roast with mint." "Of course," answered Kelly, "Marguerite gave us your favorite recipe." "It's outstanding," replied Ed with a grin. He studied the glazed carrots taking in their appearance. These were regular carrots that had been cut and quartered into appropriately sized pieces, rather than the little short carrots that had become so common. He stabbed one with his fork and set it into his mouth. Appreciating the flavor, he said, "The carrots are great. I'd swear that Marguerite cooked them." The wives sat back in their chairs knowing that Ed could give no higher praise for a meal. At that, everyone else started eating; leaving Dr. and Mrs. Grundy staring at each other in confusion. Mrs. Grundy asked, "Is that some sort of religious ritual?" Little John looked across the table at the parents of his girlfriend with a grin and answered, "No. That always happens when Daddy Ed is eating. We all tend to watch him since he makes such a big deal out of every meal." "Oh," replied Mrs. Grundy making a mental note that she was going to have to be very careful if she ever invited them over for dinner. Having observed Ed sit down at the table to eat on a number of occasions, Oliver said, "Everyone stops to watch Ed eat, even in the student dining halls." Ling commented, "Ed really enjoys food. Our chef at home is one of the best in the world." "The best," corrected Ed automatically. Ling might be his wife, but he wasn't going to let anyone cast any doubt on Marguerite's ability to cook. "Okay, she's the best cook in the world," corrected Ling with a shake of her head. She knew that others might disagree with his pronouncement, but she'd never mention that to him. The rest of the family grinned, but hid their smiles from Ed. Leroy looked over at William's plate and noticed that he had taken very little food. Curious, he asked, "William, aren't you hungry?" "No, I had a very big meal earlier," answered the young man. Dinner had been fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and biscuits. It had also been a very enlightening experience. He had watched the other family sitting around the dinner table, talking, joking, laughing, and teasing each other just as they did in his family. Looking across the table at her son, Linda asked, "So how was your visit?" "I found the Baptist church very interesting," William answered in his slow thoughtful manner. Curiosity aroused, Little John looked up the table to see his brother and asked, "What was it like?" "You know how at the Catholic services there is the glow of their god at the front of the room?" asked William. "Sure." "In this service, the glow was spread through the whole room. It wasn't as bright as at the Catholic services," commented William. The glow had reached through the whole room, but had kept a space between it and William. There were a few other people in the church who were treated with the same slight distancing by the glow. He had decided that those were people who had not given themselves to the god. "Interesting," said Little John as he considered what his brother had said. He added, "I'm sure that Beth will be interested in learning about that. Any guesses as to why the presence of God is different in the two churches?" Shocked at the nature and subject of the discussion, Dr. Grundy asked, "Are you telling me that you can see God?" "Yes," answered William with a curt nod before turning back to Little John. He answered, "I think it is the differences in the two ways of worship. In the Catholic religion, the church is the bridge between God and worshipper. In the Baptist religion, each person has an individual relationship with God." Leroy nodded as he listened and, after a glance at Linda, said, "It seems reasonable to me. At least, that's how my father talks about God." The Grundy family sat at the table wondering about the discussion. The flat claim of being able to see God didn't sit well with them. The discussion offended Dr. Grundy more than he thought it would. Mrs. Grundy, far more religious than her husband, was ready to go ballistic. Barely able to restrain her anger, she asked, "Do you see God all the time?" Realizing that things weren't going well, Little John was waving his hands trying to let his family know that they should change the topic of discussion. He had already determined that Mrs. Grundy, much like the literary character of the same name, had a very well defined sense of propriety. Ed answered, "I know that it is hard to believe, but all of the children with the exception of Betsy seem to have an affinity for the powers that be. I have met the Two-Sided One, Kelly has met the Goddess, Catherine has met the Goddess, and Oliver has met all the Druid Gods and Goddesses." As Mrs. Grundy getting ready to leave in a fit of anger, Leroy said, "My father is a very religious man and very well respected among many religious leaders. He would tell you that the children speak true." Indignant that the black man would bring his father into the discussion as though it would actually matter, she asked, "And just who is your father?" Afraid that all chances of being with Susan were over, Little John answered, "My grandfather is the Reverend Leroy Jones." Mrs. Grundy sat back in her chair in shock at the announcement. She knew all about the Reverend Leroy Jones and had heard him speak at her church. His efforts to extend understanding across religious and racial boundaries had received national and international attention. She had heard that he met frequently with the Pope. Weakly, she muttered, "Oh my." Seeing her mother's anger abate, Susan suggested, "You know that we are surrounded by Druids. Maybe they know what they are talking about when they speak of Gods." Little John was still waving frantically for someone to change the topic of conversation. Ling decided to help out and said, "Betsy, I want to hear more about the race that you won today." "I heard about it on the radio," said William looking over at his little sister. He grinned at reaction to the news that she had been on the radio and said, "They let her run because she asked them so politely. They didn't think she would go more than a hundred yards so they told her that she could. Needless to say, they were surprised when she won." Happy to be the center of attention, Betsy wiggled in her seat and said, "Yes. It was the five thousand meats race." Leroy winked at Dr. Grundy and explained, "It was the five thousand meter race." "So what is a meater?" asked Betsy. The name of the race didn't make sense to her at all and she wasn't going to be able to remember the name until she understood what it meant. Susan answered, "A meter is about forty inches. Five thousand meters is about three miles. So you ran a three mile race." Betsy looked puzzled for a minute. She wasn’t quite sure what a mile was. Finally, she asked, "So that's a long way?" "Yes, that's a very long way," answered Ling shaking her head. Seeing that her daughter's plate was nearly empty, she piled another serving of food on it knowing that Betsy would have a huge appetite after the energy that she had expended. "I guess that's why no body wanted to talk to me during the race," said Betsy as her face brightened. She had thought that the other runners were being rude because she was so small. Her parents reacted with smiles and shakes of their heads. Seeing the food on her plate, Betsy went back to eating satisfied with the attention that she had received. She was very hungry, but it had been so much fun running with the other people around the track. The conversation around the table had died. Feeling a little off balance by the sudden quiet, Mrs. Grundy said, "I understand that you have another daughter. Where is she?" Kelly answered, "Beth is on a field trip to Washington DC and the surrounding areas. The official reason for the trip is to give some of the sixth year students a chance to talk to people within the government. However, Beth is interested in architecture and went along to look at the buildings." "Architecture? How old is she?" asked Dr. Grundy. Despite having a child prodigy of his own, he was still surprised that a child would have an interest in architecture. "She's nine and is finishing high school this year," answered Kelly proud of her daughter. Ling sighed before she said, "All of the kids except Betsy are finishing high school this year." Mrs. Grundy understood the sigh. Her daughter was ten and about to leave for college soon. She said, "It's heartbreaking when the kids are so advanced. One day you wake up and they are leaving for college. You have so little time with them." "You're so right," said Linda looking across the table at William. Ling looked over at Little John and sighed. It seemed to her like it had been yesterday when she had given birth to him. The idea that he would be leaving home already nearly broke her heart, but there was no way that she would prevent him from growing at the rate he required. At least she would still have Betsy around the house after the other children were gone. Dr. Grundy asked, "So what colleges are they going to attend?" William answered, "I'm going to the Native American College for a year and then returning here for the next four years." Little John answered, "Beth and I are going to live on the reservation for a year before returning here to continue with college." Glancing over at Linda, Mrs. Grundy asked, "Reservation?" "Yes, the Reservation," answered Linda. She said, "John felt it was important for the children to experience their Native American heritage." "I can see that William is half Indian, but John appears to be Ling's son. What Indian heritage does John have?" asked Mrs. Grundy. She had not said anything before about the racial mix around the table, but it bothered her a little. She wasn't sure that she wanted her daughter dating a boy who was Chinese even though his oriental features were very subdued. She was counting on her daughter's youth to grow out of that relationship. Giving a half wink at Linda at the use of the term Indian, Ed answered, "John Carter was very active in the affairs of Native Americans. He funded the Native American College and Linda's tribe has adopted all of our children." William watched Mrs. Grundy and how she reacted to different people seated around the table. It was obvious to him that she wasn't entirely comfortable talking with Linda, Ling, and Leroy. He said, "The racial mix at the table bothers you, doesn't it?" Little John, Susan, and Dr. Grundy flinched upon hearing the question. Surprised at being questioned by the young boy, Mrs. Grundy answered, "No." The fact that Ed grimaced as the lie grated upon his nerves did not go unnoticed by William. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't lie. It hurts my father to hear lies." Mrs. Grundy sat up straight with an indignant look on her face at being corrected by the boy. There were times when a little white lie was necessary to avoid unpleasant topics. She was about to say something to the young man when Ed interjected, "William, we can discuss this later." "I know we can, but we shouldn't discuss this later. If she doesn't accept my brother now, then there will always be a problem in his relationship with Susan," replied William. The set expression on his face conveyed that he wouldn't be denied. "They are our guests," countered Kelly. "They are my future in-laws," countered William. "You seem rather confident of that," said Mrs. Grundy with a frown. He echoed her worst fears. "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. My big brother has met the love of his life. Both statements are fact," replied William with such absolute certainty that Mrs. Grundy was rendered speechless. Almost as if on cue, Betsy piped up to fill the silence that followed. "He's never wrong." Mrs. Grundy looked around the room at the other adults and expressed her disbelief, "Oh come on." Little John looked over at Ed hoping that his father would find a way to change the topic of conversation. With a grin at his son, Ed said, "He's never wrong. He even predicted your daughter meeting our son." Scoffing, Mrs. Grundy retorted, "What else did he predict?" William looked off into the distance for a moment and then a smile crossed his face. He answered, "There will be a news story in about ten minutes that an assassination attempt on the President has just been prevented." The announcement was greeted with incredulity on the part of everyone around the table. Even the family, well familiar with his prophetic quips, was surprised that he would be so specific. Seeing the looks on everyone's faces, William said, "Momma Ling, you'll be very proud of Beth. She was fantastic." Accepting what his son had said, Ed realized what his son had implied. He frowned and asked, "What about Captain Jones?" "He took down the assassin. Beth took down the President." "I've got to see this," commented Ling as she stood up to go into the living room. Everyone followed her to the living room. Dr. and Mrs. Grundy gave each other looks as if they couldn't believe that the adults were taking the boy seriously. Everyone, with the exception of Betsy, settled into the couches located around the room and turned to face the television. Almost to the minute of when William had predicted, the normal news broadcast was interrupted with a tape of events that had just happened at a Washington DC hotel. A reporter announced that an assassin had tried to kill the President while he was addressing a group of students from the Druid College. The family watched as a tape of the event was broadcast. It started with the President standing at a podium reading a speech from a teleprompter. Standing next to the President were a few students from the Druid College including Beth. It was easy to tell that the little girl wanted to wave to the camera, but she maintained her dignity. A few seconds into the tape, Beth moved and the President fell down to the floor. Even as the Secret Service reacted to her actions, the teleprompter exploded as a bullet struck it. A Secret Service Agent went down as others dove to cover the President with their bodies. The camera panned to catch a shot of Captain Jones throwing a man around the room. For a split second, a gun was clearly visible in the hand of the assassin. After a blow to the arm, the gun flew across the room. The pair of men was buried under a pile of Secret Service agents almost immediately. Chaos reigned as people scrambled for the gun and to control the assassin. The Secret Service men at the front of the room were hustling the President away while carrying Beth off to the side. She twisted out of their grasp and disappeared behind a wall of her fellow classmates. Seconds later, a rather bruised Captain Jones appeared and took his place next to Beth. Ed smiled upon seeing his assistant show up beside Beth and said, "Captain Jones looks a little worse for wear, but he's beside Beth protecting her." "He still moves without broadcasting a sense of authority, but he's improving," commented Ling with a small smile as she thought about what she would cover during his training over the next few weeks. "He took down a trained killer, evaded a number of Secret Service Agents, and made it to the side of Beth to protect her. What more do you want?" asked Ed looking over at his wife puzzled. "He's going to have a black eye that he could have avoided," answered Ling. She shrugged and added, "He should have just killed the man and been done with it." Ignoring the brutal ease with which her wife was talking about killing someone, Kelly said, "Beth did well." "Yes. Too bad we couldn't see what she did to drop the President so quickly. If I had to guess, I'd say that she kicked him behind his knees," said Ling with a nod of approval. The television stopped showing the tape and the content was replaced by an inane talking head -- an individual who called himself a reporter, but missed the mark by a long shot. For the next five minutes, they listened to wild speculation that totally misrepresented what they had seen on the tape. Disgusted at the quality of the coverage, Ed said, "Turn it off." Dr. Grundy asked, "That was your daughter standing next to the President?" Kelly smiled and nodded. Leroy answered, "Yes, that was Beth." Ed's cell phone rang and he stepped out of the room after answering it. It was Captain Jones calling to debrief him on the events that had just transpired. A half-minute later, Ling's cell phone rang. Beth had called to let her mother know that her training had come in useful. Ling, after gesturing to Kelly to follow her, stepped out of the room to talk with Beth. Seated next to her husband on one of the couches, Mrs. Grundy had watched only the first few seconds of the attempted assassination. Once she had realized what was happening, she had stared at William the entire time. She was shocked at the fact that he had successfully predicted everything that happened. Even after everything was over, she was struggling to wrap her mind around the events she had witnessed. Leaning forward, she asked, "How did you know?" "I just know some things," answered William keeping direct eye contact with the woman. A sly smile came over his face as he added, "We can all do it to some degree." Oliver looked at William, surprised by the boy's statement. Not sure that he understood what William meant, he asked, "What do you mean?" "The Powers That Be only give us gifts that we already possess. All thy do is develop them to their full potential in their chosen ones," answered William looking over at the Grand Druid as though he should already understand that. "Are you telling me that anyone can be a healer? Or a prophet?" asked Oliver. "To varying degrees everyone has the capacity to be healers and prophets. It is more a question of the degree to which we allow ourselves to exercise those abilities."