Pedophiles At Church

©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

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Note: This is the third story in the sequence, following "Pedophiles at Sea" and "Pedophiles at Play." It refers to characters and situations in the previous stories.

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Part 1

Frank Wilson is enjoying the unusual peace in his home this spring Saturday afternoon. There are no boys squabbling and playing roughhouse. There is no Ginny with her endless Honeydew list. There is nothing to disturb the tranquility as he lies in the middle of his bed, footloose and fancy-free, pressure-free, and guilt-free, while the six year old sucks away on his cock. They lie in opposite directions, so he can fondle her two darling openings as she blows him. He sniffs her tiny feet, that still smell of the Cinderella bubble bath he used when they bathed earlier. He knows it is her favorite; that's why he made sure to buy a bottle when he knew she was coming. After she leaves, he'll be able to go into the bathroom, open the bottle, put it to his nose and relive the whole weekend. As he feels his cum beginning to cake in both her precious doorways, he thinks to himself how pleasureful the next two days are going to be, alone with his Ginger.

He can't imagine what could ruin such a perfect weekend. On the calendar, tomorrow is Easter, a holiday which never held special significance for the Wilson family beyond the usual dyed eggs and chocolate bunny rabbits. What makes the day special is that there's no school the following week, and they have big plans for spending the break. On Monday, everyone will come back home, and on Wednesday they'll drive down to Washington, DC to see the city while the cherry trees are blossoming. Through their congressman, whom neither Frank nor Ginny voted for, they've received passes for the tours of the White House and Capitol. They have a list of all the memorials to photograph. And they're looking forward to seeing the Air and Space museum. So their suitcases are already packed and waiting.

But in the meantime, for Saturday through Monday afternoon, each family member is on his or her own private odyssey of adventure. Frank's wife Ginny is spending this time back with Jimmy Johnson, and from the way things are going so far, there is no reason to think the weekend will be anything less than perfect for this mother of three. For the drive there, she'd worn a sports bra, but it came off with the rest of her clothes when she got to the 13 year old's bedroom after lunch. Her special bra has been hanging from his bedpost since their last tryst, and she still isn't sure if she'll be wearing it home, or if Jimmy will want to keep it. She pretty well knew what surprise he had for her this time, and his balls had already spewed forth his new adolescent boycum into her pussy. Though fairly thin and watery, it is nonetheless proof of his waxing virility, and Ginny knows she will be coming back often for more of it.

The oldest, 9 year old Frankie, is at Uncle David's house, and like his father with Ginny, they also have the house to themselves. Frankie knows Neil is off at football camp for the week, but he's not sure where cousin George and Aunt Kelly are. It doesn't matter, for now he has his uncle's complete attention. He had come with a special present for David; he'd worn one pair of Scoobydoo briefs for the last three days and nights, and this morning when he took them off and handed them over, he wasn't sure if David would ever stop smelling them. But eventually the man did, and immediately had a present for him, an eight inch boner to jam into the boy's mouth and then his asshole. That's what Frankie had come for, exciting sex, oral and anal, with one of his so-called uncles from the network. The boy swallowed several of David's loads and had several more pumped up his rear end, before they broke for lunch. At this moment, they're outside tossing the football around, before returning to the primary sport of the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Frankie's 6 year old brother Mark is in the middle of a lake in the Adirondacks, fishing with Grandpa. They'd gotten up early this morning for the long drive, and Mark slept most of the way. But now he is excited. Frankie had been going on these fishing trips since he was six, and now it was Mark's time to start. Grandpa rented a rustic camp on the lake with no modern conveniences and when they arrived Mark asked, "But how are we going to have fun with no TV and no computer?"

Grandpa bent down, stuck his hand inside Mark's pants and said, "We'll find a way." Mark giggled. He liked the game Grandpa was alluding to. "But first things first, Young Man. First we have to catch us some dinner." So, after a quick lunch of peanut butter sandwiches that Ginny had sent along, and some playful light fondling, the two of them were now in a boat out on the water where Grandpa was teaching Mark the rudiments of bait and tackle. Mark was trying to learn, but it's hard for a first grader to concentrate when he's thinking about Grandpa's big cock in his mouth and boycunt. Especially a first grader like Mark. Lessons were not his strong suit. His school teacher was always looking for ways to motivate him. She's even talked to Frank and Ginny about the possibility of letting Mark repeat first grade. But they understand how a boy like Mark finds a lot of things in life far more intriguing than his ABCs: woods to explore; squirrels to chase; video games to master; desserts to devour; body parts to play with; brothers to fight with; uncles to sleep with. Right now his school problems are far, far away. He's sitting in a boat alone with Grandpa, thinking about different kinds of rods. The sun is shining, the fish are jumping, the frogs are croaking. These few days are going to be wonderful, or at least he thinks so now.

The baby, 3 year old Mickey is with the Bannisters. Since arriving this morning, he's already sucked cock and eaten beaver countless times, fucked twice, and fisted Aunt Lois's twat with his arm. The Bannisters love it, but wonder how long they can keep up with his boyish energy. At the moment, he's wiggling his naked rump trying to tease them out of their matching recliners in the living room. They know as soon as they get up, he'll make them chase him all over the house until he lets them catch him so they can fuck him again. They had pizza delivered for lunch and are planning on Chinese takeout for supper so Lois doesn't waste time today cooking. "Come on, Uncle Reynard, try to catch me," he giggles. Like all the other Wilsons, he's planning on having plenty of happy exploits to talk about on the trip down to Washington.

Hours pass and it's bedtime. Mr. Wilson has fed little Ginger a big supper of franks, french fries, peas, apple juice, and blueberry pie for dessert. After another bath, he wrapped her up in a big warm towel and carried her back to bed. She's ready for her next helping, Frank's own frank, which she wants to make all hard and wet for her coochie. So she sucks away, looking up into his loving eyes.

Two hundred miles upstate, Grandpa and Mark have also eaten. Grandpa cooked the delicious landlocked salmon which Mark had caught all by himself. Now they sit in front of the Franklin stove, wearing only wooly slippers, huddled together under a blanket, petting each other's cocks while Grandpa tells scary stories. One about a bear, one about a wolf, one about a strange man who prowls the woods, but for some reason, all three seek out enticing little boys with scrumptious little boydicks to devour. Mark squeezes his grandpa's dick hard whenever he gets to the really frightening parts. He'd be happy to learn to read if he knew books had stories like that in them.

Meanwhile, Ginny is in the middle of yet another fuck, this time doggy style. She knows Jimmy's parents can hear her screams and the boy's shouts, but she doesn't care. This barely teen is as good as Duane, Tommy and Cotter, her whole wolf pack, put together. She's amazed how he can recover from each episode quickly, and is soon ready for another round, unlike her husband. Neither one of them was in the mood to stop when Mr. Johnson called through the closed door that supper was ready. In the wee hours of the morning they may creep into the kitchen and raid the fridge. But for now, the hunger for sex far outweighs the hunger for food.

Mickey is finally getting sleepy. He's fighting it, but he keeps nodding off. The Bannisters think he's adorable. They too are worn out. Reynard carries his little nephew up to bed where the three of them fall asleep for a few hours in each other's arms.

Allen made some sloppy Joes for Frankie and himself. After the workout outdoors with the football, they were going to play some pool. But they played a different game on the pool table instead, one that exercised their two cue sticks and pairs of bagged balls. So now they both have an appetite. They sit in the living room with TV trays and while they eat, Allen pops a gay porn film into the DVD to watch. The boys in the film are not as young as Frankie,--they're so-called barely legal,--but the action is inspiring. Frankie, distracted by the huge cocks fucking on the screen, has meat sauce all over his cheeks and chin. He's trying to eat the Joe with one hand and jerk off with the other, and since he keeps changing hands, soon his boner is also covered in sauce. He uses his napkin occasionally, and doesn't notice that Allen has those Scoobydoo pants on his tray and keeps taking whiffs in between bites. When the meal is over, Allen will happily lick the errant sauce off all of Frankie's body parts, then deliberately rub his cock across his empty plate so there'll be some sauce on it for Frankie to lick off. Then, both sporting hardons, they'll finally head off to bed where Frankie will get his ass plowed well and good.

Easter Sunday passes and the Wilsons, though separated by miles, are united in the way they spend the holiday, in joyous intergenerational sex. They all retire for a second night with their respective lovers, knowing it will be the last before the family reunited. They are content and gratified, even though only a few hours remain of this perfect weekend.

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