Going to the post office in the early afternoon, David picked up a small package, a mailing envelope that he knew contained a DVD.� Like all the others he normally received through this particular PO Box, it didn't have a return address.� Checking the postmark, he knew it was from the man he knew only as the Prophet.� The Prophet was part of a network of like‑minded people who, through David, exchanged their illicit homemade DVD's.� Acting as the network's distributor, David would notify the network members with a coded message, take orders, make copies of the DVD and mail them out for a nice profit. Generally he didn't know any of the network members except by code name, and they only knew him as Dragon.�

The only danger was from the postal inspectors, and David had already gotten the scare of his life when confronted by the local postal inspector.� Turned out that what the inspector really wanted was a piece of the action and a free copy of David's illicit material.� In exchange, he gave David protection. Generally, it was a reasonably secure network.� Still David fretted over the consequences of getting caught.�

Safely in his empty store, David cued up the DVD and sat back to watch the Prophet ravish yet another young boy.� But unlike the vile DVD Boris had sent him in the morning, the Prophet's clips always featured smiling, laughing, and presumably happy boys and girls.� Whereas the kids always had a smile on their faces, the face of the Prophet was never shown unless it was scrambled to point of being unrecognizable.� There was never any plot, just explicit sex acts between the Prophet and his young lovers, and as such there was a certain monotony about them when taken as a whole.

David watched the video strumming his pecker and then sent out his coded message via e‑mail from the Dragon.� Over the next few days, there would be a flood of money orders from perverts filling the Dragon's PO Box.� The whole kiddie porn thing made David nervous, but it was as safe and anonymous as possible and he'd at least make a little money this week.

*****

It was late afternoon when Jake knocked off work, sending his two men home early.� Pulling up to the curb he saw that Jetter's trucks were still parked outside, but the activity on the roof was over.� Jake snorted with the thought that all the activity was now taking place inside between Shelly's legs.� Looking up at the roof, Jake noticed something peculiar.� It was hard to tell from the street, but it looked as if the rear of the house had a different color roof than the front.� After pulling into his carport, Jake got out to critically inspect the roof job.

"Damn it to fuckin' hell!" he cursed.� Sure enough, the rear of the house was shingled in a different color, not just a different shade, but in two different colors all together.� Whereas, the front and middle of the house was shingled in black, in the back, the last dozen or so courses of shingles were brown and the very last near the ridgeline was in green!� Fuming, the big man stormed into the Blalock house to confront his longtime friend.�

As Jake expected, Shelly, looking a complete mess was still sprawled out on the ottoman.� The youngest boy, Tadpole was dipping his adolescent wick in her cum‑laden red‑raw gaping pussy while the others lounged about, drinking beer and trying to get it up one more time.

"Jetter!" growled Jake.

"Hi ya, good buddy!" greeted his ugly friend. "Wanna a piece of ass?"

"Yeah!� Piece of yer friggin' ass!"

"What the fuck's yer problem?"

"Ya know damned good and well what the problem is!� C'mere, let's you and me have us a little talk!... C'mon, damn it, get yer god damned pants on!"

Jetter grudgingly pulled on a pair of jeans.� They weren't his, three sizes too large and a little long in the leg, but they'd do in a pinch.� Following Jake outside, his attention was directed to the backside of the roof.� "Aw, fuck!" he moaned unconvincingly.� "I told them boys..."

"Don't give me that crap, Jetter!� Ya flat out didn't buy more shingles for this job!"

"Hey, I really thought I had enough!� Good thing we brought along some extras."

"Luke paid you good money for those extra shingles!"

"Hey, I've got other expenses to cover too, ya know!"

"Fuckin' hell!� When Luke sees this..."

"What's he gonna do?� Ask for a refund of his wife's cunt?"

"He'll call off the deal for the weekend, that's what!"

"The hell ya say?� He can't do that!"

"Wanna bet?...� Look, you've gotta fix this mess."

"I did!� I fixed his god damned roof!"

"Yer gonna have to replace those shingles."

"The hell if I will!� Look, if it leaks I'll fix it, but if ain't leaking..."

"Is that yer final answer?... Okay.� We're both businessmen.� Guess we'll just have to make a business solution.� Ya want that slut for Saturday?"

"I'm countin' on it!� That cunt'll bring in a pile of dough."

"Okay.� Luke's gonna have to be convinced yer ain't cheating him.� I'll handle that.� It'll take some doin', but I think I can convince him.� Now the story line is that ya bought the extra shingles, but ya still ran out.� In a few weeks after you've done a few jobs, ya should have enough shingles left over to come back and fix it right.� Meanwhile, roof ain't leaking."

"That's pretty good, Jake!� I should've thought of it."

"For my trouble, I want a bigger cut of the take."

"What?� Hey, a deal's a deal!"

"That's right.� Ya fucked up, Jetter!� Ya fucked up an yer making me look bad!"� Jake poked his finger into Jetter's scared and tattooed chest, "Now you're gonna have to pay.� It was a 50‑50 split on the take from her cunt, where I split my 50 with Luke 50‑50, while you take a full 50 percent.� Now we can do this as a three way split..."

"No way!"

"Or we make it a 60‑40 between you and me.� Ya still get the lion's share, Jetter."

"I guess ya gonna split that 60 with Luke 50‑50?"

Jake laughed, "Why should I.� He'll get his 25, and I get 35."

"Yer a tough businessman, Jake.� Okay, how about if we make it four Saturdays instead of just three.� Ya know, give'me a chance to make up for my losses.� Hell, I think the cunt will go fer it."

"We'll have to see about that.� That might take some doing, so I can't promise ya anything.� Now, we got a deal, Jetter?"

"Hmmm, I don't know.� Seems kinda unfair to me, after all the work I've done."

"Work?� Hell, you've been fuckin' that girl all day!...� Let me put it to you this way.� How much are ya gonna lose if she don't show up Saturday?"

"I see yer point, Jake.� Okay.� 60‑40.� Ya get the 60 and take care of her husband as ya see fit.� But try to get me four Saturdays, will ya?"

"I'll try.� Now, about that black dude today."

"What about him?"

"How much?"

"Shit, ya can't expect..."

"I want my cut!"

"God damn, Jake!� Yer bustin' my balls!"

"Look, I ain't greedy.� Our deal was 50‑50 until just now.� I'll settle fer half."

*****

Closing up his store, David returned home hoping that Julia had calmed down some.� Taking one look at her husband, Julia fled upstairs and locked the door.� David just shook his head in resignation.� This just wasn't working.� Something had to give.

Julia had already fed the kids, so all he had to do was heat up a plate for himself and clean up the kitchen.� As usual the kids started fighting between themselves.� David was sorely tempted to give them all another bare‑butt spanking, but then remembering how things got a bit out of control yesterday afternoon he thought better of it.� Instead, he ordered them all upstairs for their baths and an early bedtime.

As usual the girls took their baths first.� His decision to let the girls bathe on their own was thwarted when he heard Kendall call out, "Come wash my back, Daddy! Trisha won't do it!"� His resolve dashed, he stepped into bathroom, his eyes involuntarily dilating as he took in the innocent nudity of his two young daughters.

Taking up the Elmo wash mitten, David gently washed the two girls backs, legs, tummy and arms.� Both girls giggled as he washed their bald tushies and backsides with his bare hand.� As much as he wanted to linger, he knew it couldn't be too obvious.� As long as he kept it brief and seemingly perfunctory, he reasoned that he couldn't be accused of molesting them.

The bath nearly over, Kendall stunned him by saying, "Billy says that you let him sleep naked last night."� The comment sent both girls into another giggling fit.� "If you spank us, can we sleep naked too?"

"Uh, uh," stammered David mortified that they knew anything about last night.

"Billy also said that Mommy's mad at you and you can't sleep in your bed, so you slept in his bed with him."

"Uh, uh, I, uh, I..."

"It's true!" she exclaimed.� "You did!"� Turning to her younger sister she haughtily declared, "See, Trisha, I told you that Billy wasn't fibbing!"

"I didn't spank, Billy."

"Yes, you did!� You spanked all of us and made us take all our clothes off and stay naked all day."

"Yes, I did spank you, but you were supposed to get dressed again."

"Did you spank Billy again?"

"No!� I didn't, I..."

"But he got to sleep naked."

"Well, uh, boys... boys are different."

Both girls started giggling again.� "Yeah, boys have wieners!"�

Trisha added, "How come we don't have wieners?"

"Uh, well, that's the difference between, uh... that's what makes boys and girls different."

"That's not fair!" pouted Trisha.� "Wieners are fun!"

"Billy says that your wiener is a lot bigger than his," stated Kendall.

"Uh, I suppose it is.� I'm older."

"Can we see it?" asked Trisha.

David couldn't believe the position he found himself in with his precocious daughters and desperately sought an escape.

"Mommy says that a boy's wiener is dirty," interjected the older girl.� "Billy's wiener isn't dirty.� It's clean!� Is your wiener dirty, Daddy?"

"No, it's not... Look, this has gone far enough!"�

"Why can't we see your wiener, Daddy?� You let us see Billy's wiener.� You let Billy see your wiener."

"First, it's not a wiener.� It's, it's... it's a thingie!"

"Billy says it's his wiener.� Mommy says it's his wiener too."

"Uh, uh, okay, whatever... call it a wiener.� It's just what boys have."

"We know!� We want to see your wiener!" emphatically declared Kendall.� The scheming brat delivered the coup de grace. "We'll tell Mommy what you did!"

"Uh, uh, no, no, no.� Your mother would..."

"Punish you!" Kendall declared pointing her accusing finger at her father.

"Look...� Ah... Maybe I shouldn't have spanked all of you that way, but you shouldn't have been throwing rocks at..."

"You shouldn't have made us play together naked all day!"

"No, that was a mistake.� I didn't think that..."

"It was fun!� Billy's wiener went up and down!� Does your wiener do that?"

"Kendall..."

"We want to see it!� Pleaseeee, Daddy!� We won't tell Mommy," cooed Kendall with an unctuous smile.

David had had enough.� The little bitch would certainly tell!� "You're getting another spanking, little girl!� Get out of the tub!� Now!" he barked.

Pleased with the change in her father's attitude, Kendall fought to keep the smirk off her face as she rose from the warm water with a feigned look of distress.� Knowing that she'd actually won her manipulative gambit, tears began welling up in her eyes on cue.� Pleadingly, she looked to her father who grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the tub.� Sitting on the toilet, he put the girl over his lap and slapped her wet buttocks with a resounding 'CRACK!'

"Owwww!" she screamed.

"No more talk about wieners!"� CRACK!

"Owwww wow wowww!" she cried as her white buttocks exploded into an angry shade of red.

"Nice girls don't talk about boys' wieners!"� CRACK!

"Owwww!� Daddy, no!"� CRACK!

CRACK!

"Nooooooooo!� Pleasseeeeee!"� CRACK!

"Now who are you going tell?"

"Nobody, Daddy," sobbed the girl. "I promise!� Nobody."

"That's right because there's nothing to tell.� You want me to talk to your Mama about what you said?"

"Noooo," whimpered the girl.

"Okay.� Okay," he said, rubbing her bare butt.� For a long time he soothed his daughter's stinging rear while her younger sister watched from the tub.�

"There, does that feel better?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good, sweetie.� Daddy hates to have to spank you."� David knew his hard‑on was incontrovertible proof that he was lying.

"I'll be good."

"Hmmm, for some reason I doubt that," replied her father.� "If I hear any more wiener talk, I'll blister your butt again."

"Does that mean I have to sleep naked tonight?"

"Just don't tell your mama," whispered David.� "Now, enough nonsense!" he announced.� "Kendall, you're punished for the night.� Go straight to bed!� You're punished too, Trisha."

Little Trisha rose from the bath, her eyes misting with crocodile tears.� David turned and slapped her on the butt, sending the two wet giggling girls scurrying to their room.

"Manipulative little bitches!� They're just like their mother," grumbled David.� "All they need is a strong hand.� Yes, a strong hand.� All Julia needs is a strong hand... Yes, I'll, I'll..."� Nothing came to mind.� The girls were easy, apparently they liked having their bare fannies paddled and then rubbed, or at least Kendall did.� But Julia... he didn't have a clue how to handle Julia.�

"Gee," he said to himself pondering his situation, "maybe Jake could help me on this."

*****

Having tucked his naked children into their beds, David prepared to visit his burly neighbor.� Problem was, once he was gone, how was he to insure that Julia wouldn't come out the bedroom and check up on her children.� Reasoning that she wouldn't come out if he was about, he tapped on his bedroom door.

"What do you want?" came the shrill unreasoning voice behind the door.

"Do you want anything, Julia?" he asked kindly.

"No!� I'm fine!" she snapped.� "Go away!"

"Very well.� I just want you to know something, Julia.� I'm very angry with you now.� Maybe I won't be angry in the morning, but right now..."

"Go away!"

"I just want you to know.� If you come out of that room tonight, I'll beat your sorry ass until you can't walk!"

"I hate you!" screeched the woman behind the door.� "I hate you!"

"Come on out, Julia.� You'll look good with two black eyes and a bloody lip!"

"I've got the gun!� I've got the gun!"� the crazed woman shrieked.� There followed a stream of unintelligible babble and the sound of objects hitting the door.�

David shook his head.� "She must be plum nuts!" he muttered.� He wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to patch things up with wife, but he was reasonably sure that she would remain safely behind locked doors for the night.

*****

It was almost dark when Luke, dead tired from a long hard days work, tromped into the kitchen.� Immediately he noticed the aroma of sex that permeated his home.� Moving into the living room, shuffling through the wrappers of cheap hamburgers thrown on the floor, he saw the numerous empty beer bottles strewn around the house.� Checking out the windows, he was pleased to see that they had been repaired as promised. Looking down he saw the sticky pool of fluid that had puddled on the floor at the base of the ottoman.� "Damn!" he muttered as he analyzed the situation, correctly concluding that more than just Jetter had helped himself to his comely wife today.�

Searching about for Shelly, he found her curled up in their bed. "Hi, Shel!" he said kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi, Luke," she weakly replied.

"What's fer supper?"

"I'm sorry, Baby.� I'm too worn out.� I didn't get a chance to..."

"Shhhh!� It's alright.� I'll find me something.� How'd it go today?"

Shelly stretched like a cat, replying, "It was wonderful!� You should have been here baby.� They fucked me all day long!"

"You save some for me?"

"Not tonight, honey.� Please, not tonight.� My pussy's so sore!� They just kept sticking their cocks into me.� It was wonderful, but... maybe it was a little too much?� Oh, I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week."

"Well, ya'd better rest up then.� Lost yer ass in poker today," he laughed.� "The boys are expecting ya for a picnic day after tomorrow."

"A picnic?� Hmmmmm, that'd be nice.� I'll be better by then."

"Jetter get the friggin' roof fixed?"

"I guess.� I really don't know.� I sure hope so; I don't think I could handle them coming over tomorrow again."

"Well, guess I'll just check with Jake.� I'm sure he looked in on it."

"I guess so.� He was here.� Twice."

"I see...� Well, get yerself some rest.� I'll be back after a while."

*****

"A picnic?" asked Lenny's somewhat dowdy and somewhat heavy wife.� "Tomorrow... you want me to meet your work gang for a picnic?"

"Uh, yeah," mumbled Lenny uneasily.� "I lost a bet and ..."

"And to pay off your gambling debt, I'm supposed to fix all of you a picnic lunch?"

"Yeah.� I'm sorry hon, you don't have..."

"Well, that sounds like a fun idea!"

"You'll do it?"

"Beats cleaning house all day."�

"Great!"

"So where's this picnic supposed to take place?" she asked.� "I thought y'all didn't know from one day to the next where you were working."

"Tomorrow we'll be over by Riverview.� Got a crossing that needs maintenance.� Just go out Highway 48 and then take 367 to Riverview.� We'll be at the crossing on 367.� One thing though..."

"What's that?"

"You have to wear something, ah... something revealing."

"I see... How revealing?"

"Ah, well, that's up to you," he replied cautiously.

Lenny's wife eyed her nervous husband.� He wasn't telling her the whole story and she knew it.� She knew all about the card games they played, well at least some of it, as she had found photos, private photos of her in his lunch box; Polaroid pictures of her pussy and pictures of her tits and pictures of her fanny.� He always maintained that he never showed them to anyone, but she knew he was lying.� Lenny was as bad of a lair as he was at poker.� "So I'm supposed to go off in the woods with four big sweaty men wearing something revealing. Like just my bra and panties?"

"Uh yeah," blurted Lenny without thinking.� "I mean, no, uh..."

"Why you dirty bastard!" she snapped.

*****

Luke made his way over to his raunchy neighbors' house.� To his surprise Jake was sitting at the kitchen table having a beer with David Jenkins.� Toni was at the stove stirring a pot of stew.�

"Hi, ya Jake!" greeted Luke.� "David," he added coolly with a polite nod.�

"Get yerself a brew, Luke," replied Jake.� "Bring me another one too, will ya?� How 'bout you little buddy?"

"Uh, no thanks, I've still got..."

"Drink up!� Go on, drink the fuckin' beer before it gets hot!"

"It's fine," replied David nervously.� "Really, it's fine."

"Suit yerself," gruffly snarled Jake.�

Luke walked up behind Toni and gave her a hug, running his hands up her t‑shirt to fondle her bare breasts.�

"Hmmmm," she purred.� "You hungry, sugar?"

"For you, always."

"Well, it's almost ready, so if you want a bite..."

"Shelly's really fucked out and I'm famished."

"Get yourself a beer, lover and have a seat at the table.� Won't be but a minute."

Luke released her nipples and fetched two beers from the Stringers' refrigerator and took a seat at the table.� Pushing a frosty long neck bottle towards Jake, he warily eyed his other neighbor.

"David's got a problem," began Jake.

"No shit," snickered Luke.

"Seems Julia's really pissed off at him.� Locked him out of the bedroom."

"Lucky for him," quipped Luke.

"This is serious, Luke," admonished Jake with uncustomary seriousness.� "The man's wife is failing in her duties to her husband.� That's quite unacceptable, don'cha think?"

"Yeah, I suppose," listlessly answered Luke.

"Look at Toni, look at Shelly... Can ya imagine what things'd be like if they didn't obey our wishes?"

Luke took a swig of his beer.� "Yeah, Shelly wouldn't be so worn out tonight," he replied sourly.

"And you'd still have a leaky roof," reminded Jake, "not to mention a busted truck, and no refrigerator."

"Speaking of the roof, how's it look?"

"Fine, but there's a little problem."

"Problem?� What problem?"

"Hey, it don't leak, but Jetter ran out of black shingles..."

"He didn't finish?"

"Yeah, he finished, but the shingles on the back are of the wrong color."

"I paid him for more friggin' shingles!"

"Yeah and he bought more shingles, but he still ran out.� Look, I already talked to him about it.� He said if ya wanna buy more black shingles, he'd put them up for ya."

"I ain't got the money to buy more shingles!"

"Then be satisfied with what ya got!� A roof that ain't gonna leak!"

Luke muttered to himself, feeling that he'd been cheated.� Toni sat a hardy bowl of beef stew in front of him changing his attitude immediately.� David seeing that supper was served excused himself.

"Let me think on it, little buddy," magnanimously offered Jake to his distressed neighbor.� "I'm sure I can think of something to help ya out.� Now, be a good fellow and get under the table and give Luke and me a nice blowjob while we eat.� Ya do a good job and maybe we'll both give ya good cornholing afterwards."

*****�

Happy that he'd gotten away from Jake's with only Jake cornholing him while Luke had his way with Toni, David looked in on his two sleeping girls, peeling down the covers to gaze upon their nakedness.� Needing to beat off in the worst way, David sighed deeply.� Reluctantly he replaced to covers lest he awaken them.� He entered his boy's room.� In the dimly lit room he approached his slumbering son and undressed down to his shorts.� Pulling the covers back, he saw that Billy was stark naked too.� With a shrug he dropped his underwear and slipped between the covers. Almost immediately, David gasped as he felt Billy's small hand wrap around his hot turgid cock to openly fondle him. He didn't last long, cumming in his son's small hand.� Satiated, he rolled away from the boy.

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To be continued...