Pedophiles At Last

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Part 10

"Mom," Mark's voice called out from somewhere, "Dad and Frankie are back!"

"Oh, excuse me, Lois. I told Mark to let me know." Ginny wiped her hands and ran to the front door. "Hi, my Poopsie. I missed you so fuckin much!" She wrapped her arms around Frankie's neck. "Just put the beer in the cooler, Frank."

"Hi, Sweetkins." Frankie waved to all the guests as Ginny pulled him up to their bedroom. In about twenty minutes they came back out, he in his boxers, and she in just a slip. By then the other guests had all arrived, and the monthly network orgy was slowly getting started. Mickey and Mark were passing out beverages and the snacks Ginny had prepared, and getting their asses pinched in the process. Malik indeed was fisting Aunt Lois, and his father had Gwen bent over the table, pounding his cock into her lily white ass, and calling her his honky bitch. Some boys were wrestling on the floor. All the children,--even Dan who no longer needed a diaper,--were naked. Well, that is, if you don't count Julie in "her" red lacy underwear, and Poopsie who at eleven didn't consider himself one of the children. Many of the girls were sashaying their tempting asses in front of the Uncles. Most of the adults were willing to take it slow. They ate and drank and chatted. Uncle Frank was talking to little Juanita about the cruise while playfully fingering her brown clit. Frankie and Aunt Ginny stood in the corner hugging like the young lovers he was and she felt like. Uncle Kahlil was cuffing Sophie's hands behind her back. Uncle Allen was sniffing a pair of seven-year old Tyrone's underpants. Aunt Kelly had Mickey, five, and Shereela, four, on her lap and was encouraging them to explore each other's genitals. She called it playing Doctor.

"Ginny," said Aunt Dody, "I love what you've done with the place."

Ginny was too lovestruck to answer, so Frank spoke up. "Yes, well, as you know, thanks to our wonderful son, Mark, the Cadet, we have some extra money now, so we decided to redo some of the rooms. Would you like a tour?" Most of the adults stood up, and Frank exchanged Juanita for his tour guide hat. "Of course, the biggest change in the living room is that big flat screen TV. But we also painted and got some new furniture. The old couch was starting to show its age."

"Like a lot of us," muttered Uncle Tom.

Frank was surprised when his oldest son suddenly took over as narrator. "Hey, everyone! Come see our bedroom." Still joined at the hip with Ginny, he led them down the hall to the master bedroom, where Frank used to sleep.

Ginny explained, "We wanted the room to have a new look to reflect our new relationship. Poopsie and I designed it together. All new pictures, all new bed linens, curtains. Everything. Now we feel it's really ours, that we're not sleeping in someone else's room."

"This is Sweetkins' vanity where she does her hair and puts on her makeup though I think she's pretty just the way she is." Frankie gave his mother another kiss.

"And this is Poopsie's desk where he does his homework each night. That's his computer; he's starting a new book, but he won't tell me what it's about. The only thing he showed me is the dedication page; it reads, 'To My Sweetkins.' That's his dresser. There's his Little League trophy, and his new shaving mug and brush set." Another kiss.

"Sweetkins gave it to me, but it's just for decoration. I prefer using an electric. Do you like my mustache? I haven't decided yet whether to keep it." Except for Ginny, no one had noticed the kid had one.

"And this is an original Wolchek, of my son, Mark, of course. In three or four years or so, when he starts to cum, this will be his room, his and mine. Poopsie has been so understanding about it. He knows that when he gets too old to sleep with me, that I'll still love him. He learned that from his father. He even gave Mark his strapon. Poopsie promised his brother he'll let him fuck me with it some time soon. Poopsie's such a sweet young man." She and Frankie lay down on their bed.

"So you two sleep together every night?"

"Well," Frankie giggled, "Once or twice a week, I let Sweetkins have the room to entertain one of her boy friends. Then I go sleep in the play room."

"I told Poopsie when he brings his girl friends home, he can fuck them in the play room. I know he's going to have lots of girls fighting over him because he's so good in the sack."

"And where are you, Frank?"

"Oh, when I bring the boys home for Ginny, I stay here and watch. That's my chair there. Poopsie, I mean Frankie, bought it for me with some of his royalties. He doesn't ask me to watch any more, but the other boys like me sitting there while they fuck my wife. Makes them feel real grown up."

"And I'll have you know Frank's become very expert at felching me."

"Well, it keeps me awake so I can drive the lads home again. That's the next thing we need to buy, a new car. The old one has been getting a lot of extra mileage going to get Russell, or Jimmy, or Jody. I hope when she finds more lovers, she considers the distance I'll have to drive."

Uncle Joe said, "I think Billy will be going into puberty soon. When he cums, Ginny, I'll bring him over."

"Oh, no, Joe. Frank will get him. That's part of his job now. I'm looking forward to seeing Billy again and feeling his firm young cock inside me."

Mickey popped his head in the door, "Come on, Dad, show them our room."

"OK, Mickey. Everyone follow me." The crowd did follow, somewhat relieved to get out of the sickening saccharine air of Sweetkin's and Poopsie's room, both of whom stayed in bed. Frank resumed the narration, "When I moved in with Mickey, I said we needed a new bed. A big bed. I was tired of cramping my body in one of their twin beds. So we got this." He swung open the door to Mickey's room, well, his and Mickey's room now. "A waterbed!" Everyone was awed. They started sitting on it and laughed as each landing sent new waves through the bed. "Mickey and I are very happy, ain't we, Son?" They high fived. "And it's big enough for Mark to sleep with us on the weekends."

"What did you do with the old beds?"

"They're in the play room now. You guys can use them later. That is, until the butterfly club commandeers the room, hehe. We threw out the old air bed."

"When Daddy has girls over, I go sleep there."

Aunt Dody said, "Yes, Ginger loved it when she stayed here last week, Frank. She said when you fucked her it was like being on a boat."

"Oh, that reminds me, Mickey, you can sleep in the play room next Tuesday night."

"Oh? Who you gonna be fucking, Daddy?"

"Shereela. I just spoke to Uncle Jamal about it."

"Allllll right!" Mickey gave his father a high five.

"Am I gonna have to compete with you, Son? You think you want to fuck Shereela?"

"Ohhh, Daddy, hehe." Mickey started giggling and Frank began tickling him mercilesssly.

Uncle Joe said, "Well, all this rocking and rolling puts me in the mood for some sex. I'm going to grab little George and head for the play room?" He stood up and dropped his pants.

Aunt Sharon followed, "I want Mark to try his strapon on me." The other adults stood also, not an easy feat when getting up from a waterbed, and hunted for young asses. The monthly network orgy was under way.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.