Pedophiles At Last

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Part 9

It was the second Saturday of November. The Bannisters were the first to arrive. Naked Mickey saw their car driving up and swung open the door to greet them. "Hi, Aunt Lois! Hi, Uncle Reynard!"

"Hi, Cutie Pie," Lois answered, stepping out of the car holding a pumpkin pie.

Once inside, Reynard got down on the floor with Mickey and Lois went into the kitchen to greet his mother. "Ginny, Dear, it's so good to see you after all this time. How are you doing?" She handed her the pie.

"Oh, Lois, you shouldn't have. We're doing just great. We're so fuckin happy." Lois knew that by "we" Ginny meant Frankie and herself.

"Well, you know we all miss you at the network. We miss you both."

"Yes, Frank always conveys your thoughts when he gets back with the other boys. Thank you. But one thing I learned from the network is to always go with my feelings. I've reached a new point in my sex life now. I know it and Frank knows it too. He has been such a dear about it all."

"Well, what can I do to help you get ready? You know, you really didn't have to host tonight's meeting."

"No, it's only fair. Frank is still in the network. So we should take our turn once in a while. Poopsie and I don't mind." For a few months, Frankie and Ginny had had pet names for each other, like newlyweds. She called her eleven-year old Poopsie, and he called his mother Sweetkins. "It'll be fun seeing everyone again. You've all been wonderful friends through the years, and that'll never change.

"Where is Frankie?"

"Oh, Poopsie and his Dad are making a beer run."

Lois brought a plate of crackers to the living room and came back to report, "The McNultys and the Dickeys have arrived and look who they brought."

Ginny looked up, "Well, what the fuck! Neil, Darling!" She gave the strapping gay footballer a big hug. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Hehe, Hi, Aunt Ginny. When I heard the meeting was going to be here, I wanted to come by and say Hi. I'm not going to stay long. I got a date tonight. I told him to pick me up here. Hope you don't mind. He should be here in about a half hour."

"Shit, I'm so glad you came, Son. I think about you often." She gave him a warm motherly kiss on the cheek. "I hope you're still here when Uncle Frank and Poopsie get back. They'll be happy to see you also." Neil giggled to himself when Ginny called Frankie by that name; then he thought of how often he dreamt about Uncle Frank fucking his ass. He went back to join the others in the living room.

Lois said, "You see, Ginny, everyone misses you. We miss Neil and the rest of the wolf pack as well. Why do people have to get older and change?"

"Hehe, yes, but you've also got some new members to take our place. Come tell me about them. All I know is what Frank and the boys have told me."

"Oh, Ginny, it's wonderful. We feel Uncles Malcolm and Jamal and Kahlil are an answer to prayer. It's been great for Gwen and Sophie, because those three brothers really prefer pubescent girls."

"I know just how they feel. The men I mean."

"Yes, of course, and just the way you were able to keep the wolf pack coming for a few extra years, they'll be able to keep our girls interested as they mature. Jane and Carla will be there soon. You should see the way the girls vie for the chance to get those thick black cocks inside their pussies."

"So, they're really as big as I've heard?"

"Oh, Shit, Ginny. Wait 'til you see! You'll have second thoughts about not fucking adults any more. I think Reynard has cock envy."

"I bet he isn't the only one."

"And those four kids are just darling. Juanita and Shereela and Tyrone and Malik. See I remembered their names, but I never remember who goes with which Uncle. They always arrive in one car. The mothers don't come."

"Don't they love their kids?"

"Apparently they don't approve. Maybe they don't realize how much children enjoy the things we do."

"Maybe I'll invite them over some day for coffee. And invite Gwen and Sophie's mothers also, and we can talk to them, mother to mother."

"Ginny, that would be so nice. Cheryl and Sharon can tell them how grateful they are for what the men are doing to their daughters. Maybe then they'd feel better about letting their own kids come. The two girls especially love coming each month because they can get their sweet little cunts fucked here. Their own fathers can only fuck their asses. So I guess it's true, caucasian cocks really are smaller. Thinner at least. But all four of the kids love getting it in the ass as well. And they're all great cocksuckers and rimmers. Tyrone has the most delicious little toes. Do you know why black people have light soles and light palms? I don't. Oh, and Malik,--he's the youngest,--I taught him to fist my cunt and he loves it. You watch, as soon as he gets here, he'll get out of his clothes and run to me with his arm out. He is so fuckin cute!"

"Mark and Mickey said the men are a bit, well, rough."

"Oh, that's just part of the game. It's talk, mostly. The brothers are very perceptive. They seem to know how far to push."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the first meeting they came to, we were at the McNultys. And Kahlil had Sophie on her new bed. You know, the lovely four-poster she got when she turned thirteen last year. Well, after a few minutes, the rest of us hear him yelling, 'Stop squirming, you motherfuckin bitch!' And she's crying, 'I'm sorry. I can't help it.' and he's yelling, 'Damn it! Hold the fuckin still, Honky!' It's just that Sophie never took such a huge cock before and she was skittish. Well, those of us in the living room were finding it a little hard to concentrate. So her Dad, Tom, pulled little Billy off his cock and went up to the bedroom."

"To stop Kahlil?"

"No, not at all. Tom got four sets of handcuffs,--you know he's in security,--and he helped Kahlil lock her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Sophie was whimpering, 'No, Daddy, stop. Please don't do this. I'll be a good girl.' But Tom didn't say a word, just gave Kahlil the keys and went back to Billy."

"Oh, the poor girl."

"Well, no one knew better what she needed right then than her father, of course. After a few minutes, the other brothers joined Kahlil and together they gave Sophie quite a working over. At one point she had a black cock up her ass, another in her cunt, and a third down her mouth."

"What, Lois?! You were watching?"

"Shit, of course not, Ginny. Later the butterflies talked to her. We encouraged her to talk about what happened and her feelings about it. She admitted that after she stopped resisting, she was starting to enjoy getting it rough for a change. And then she felt guilty because she wasn't sure she should be enjoying it. So we talked about different kinds of sex play, you know, and how people get turned on by different things, and everyone doesn't have to be the same. We even talked about you, Ginny, and your water sports. And we reminded Sophie she was a young woman now and shouldn't expect men to treat her as a fragile child any more. But we also talked about setting limits."

"So, you think Sophie took it all right?"

"Shit, yeah, when she arrived just now, she was grinning and carrying the handcuffs."

"But do you think it's good for our boys to be witnessing such harsh sex play?"

"Well, Reynard and I never had children of our own, but we believe it's good for kids to be exposed to all kinds of sex, Homo-, Hetero-, Pedo- of course, Gentle, Rough, whatever. It makes them more broadminded, tolerant of others, as well as helping them develop their own sexuality."

"You know, Lois, Russell likes it a little rough. Maybe I should buy some handcuffs for the next time he comes here."

"Hehe, Ginny, maybe you should!"

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