Chapter 9
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Phil joins his wife's orgy with the band, visits Saddle Bag Sam's camp. Filly watches Mom & Dad in 3-some with Buddy, then has 3-some herself...
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I dreamed about my wife being banged by Buddy and four high school kids. The bed sheets were soaked with pre-cum when I awoke a little before 8 o'clock.
I left Filly a note, "Daddy's going south to have fun with Mommy."
Barbara and Carolyn were walking past the room as I was parking a few minutes before 10.
"Will y'all be staying another day?" Carolyn asked.
"Yes. I'll come to the office a little later to pay."
"No hurry," Barbara said. "We trust you."
The Quicksilver City Hotel was the only establishment down south that accepted plastic. All of the others were cash.
"Did y'all enjoy the orgy last night?"
"Orgy?" they chorused. "What orgy?"
"The Lost Boys joined them last night after El Cuevo closed."
"Are they still there?" Barbara asked.
Buddy's motorcycle was the only vehicle parked in front of the room. I eased the door open, and peered in. Two boys were in one bed with Billie Jean. Two were in the other bed, and Buddy was on the floor.
"Yep. They're still here."
The Girls did rock, paper, scissors. Carolyn did paper, Barbara did scissors.
"I'll put up the 'ring buzzer for help' sign on the door," Carolyn said. "We can both watch."
I entered the room and undressed before sliding my stiffened tongue into Billie Jean's pussy. She woke up humping my face.
She came quickly, waking the boys next to her.
"Good morning, Babe," I said.
"Where's Felicia?"
"Probably still asleep. She's safe in the hotel," I said. "I couldn't wait to see you being gang-banged. How was the band?"
"Inexperienced, but very enthusiastic. I don't think any of them are virgins. Maybe one. But they're your basic male; sexually selfish. Only concerned with getting their rocks off. But, I'm fine with that. I wanted to be used. I'm cool with being their sex object for the night."
"Good morning, guys," I said. "I'm Phil."
"You really don't mind your wife fucking around?" Don asked.
"I love it. I get off to it."
"That's really weird," Charlie said. "I wouldn't let my girl fuck around."
"That's because you lack Philip's self-confidence. You're afraid someone else might be a better fuck and steal her from you."
"It's not that," he said defensively. "I don't want her cheating on me."
"Does she know what you did last night?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"No!"
"So, it's permissible for you to fuck around, but not her."
"Fuck around?" Vern laughed. "He gets pissed off if she even talks to another guy. She was my lab partner in biology class last semester. We were talking in the hall before class, and he jumped all over her."
Billie Jean shook her head, "You hypocrite! You get no more nookie from me. You can watch if you want, but don't touch."
"Come on!"
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"Sabrina," Vern said. "Sabrina Valdez."
"If you want to fuck me again, you have to let Phil fuck Sabrina first."
"I haven't even fucked her. She's going to stay a virgin until our wedding night. She understands that men are different. We have stronger needs."
"Bullshit. Send her to me. Let her tell me that you have permission to fuck other women."
"Enough of the liberated woman lecture," I interrupted. "I drove down here to witness an orgy."
Vern laid on his back on the bed and his feet on the floor. Billie Jean straddled him, taking his nearly 8" cock in her cunt. Kevin stood behind her, and slipped his 6+" cock in her ass. Don knelt beside Vern's head so Billie Jean could suck his 5" dick.
Billie Jean said, "Once they really get going in my ass and cunt, I give up on sucking. I'm afraid I'll get carried away, and bite his dick off."
"Thank you for that," Don chuckled.
It only took a few minutes of persistent pounding before she abandoned Don's dick, and gave verbose encouragement to the dynamic duo ravishing her nether orifices.
"Oh, God, yesss! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Harder! Harder. Fuck me!"
They came, leaving my wife frustrated. "Fuck me, Phil. Fuck my ass, Buddy.!"
Buddy and I quickly replaced the boys, and gave Billie Jean a much needed orgasm.
She returned to sucking Don's cock when she came down from her orgasm.
"Fuck her, Don. Fuck my wife's mouth. Fuck it like a pussy."
All the boys said they needed to go home. They piled into the fuckwagon with their instruments, and I chauffeured them to their separate abodes, then went to Quicksilver City to have lunch with Billie Jean and Buddy.
We had finished the meal, gone to the bar, and ordered a round of Lone Star when Filly walked in between two cowboys.
"Mom, Dad, these are Trev's cowboy friends, Morris Bass and George James," Filly said. "And, this is my dad, Philip; and my mom, Billie Jean; and Mom's new boyfriend, Buddy."
Buddy and I rose and shook the cowboys' hands.
"Their great great great granddaddies were famous outlaws."
"Sam Bass and Jessie James?" I asked.
"Frank," George said.
"I was in the lobby," explained Filly, "and heard them tell Trev that they were going down south to see about getting a job on the dude ranch. I asked them to give me a ride and help me find y'all."
"The limeys said it would be okay with y'all for us to give her a lift," Morris said.
"Perfectly okay, since you've delivered her to us healthy and happy," I said.
Morris cleared his throat, "I've never had a kid introduce her mother's boyfriend to me with the father present."
I asked, "You've been introduced to the mother's boyfriend when the husband wasn't present?"
George said, "I've had a date introduce me to her mother's boyfriend. But the mother was divorced, and my date was an adult. So, yeah, it's kind of weird to have a kid introduce me to her mother's *new* boyfriend while he's sitting next to her father, who's still married to her mother."
I explained, "Filly accidentally overheard us discussing her mother's upcoming *date* with another man. The idea didn't seem to bother her a bit."
"I thought it was a really neat idea." Filly said.
"You heard them talking about *dating* Buddy before you met him?"
"No. They weren't talking about Buddy then. They didn't even know Buddy yet. They were talking about Mom wanting to do it with Detective Flores then. I didn't find out about Buddy until after they did it."
Morris asked, "Y'all tell your daughter about everything y'all do?"
"We don't keep no secrets from each other," Filly explained. "They know that y'all saw me and Sharon and Edie running naked in the hall."
"Y'all let her run around naked?" George asked.
"They didn't ask permission," Billie Jean said. "Charles called and told us when he saw them on the closed circuit security cameras."
Morris looked at his pocket watch. "We gotta get moving, and see if we can catch Gabby at the Quicksilver dude ranch."
"Trevor said that y'all worked on a real cattle ranch," Billie Jean said.
"The owner's going to sell off the cattle and turn the land over to Big Bend National Park," Morris said. "And we kind of like the idea of herding dudes instead of cattle."
"Also," George said, "We're entertainers. We're singers. Morris plays banjo and I play the harmonica. He's a pretty good storyteller too."
Morris and George left.
Buddy cocked his head, staring at Filly. "You're really okay with your parents doing what they're doing?"
"Why wouldn't I be okay with it? Dad likes what they're doing. Mom *loves* doing it. I think that Dad's the coolest man in the world for letting Mom do what she loves doing."
He shook his head, "I'm trying to imagine how I would have handled finding out that my parents were swinging when I was your age. How old are you?"
"I'm eight and a half."
"Third grade?"
"Yes sir."
"I didn't know anything about sex when I was..." He paused, suddenly remembering how much he did know at Filly's age.
"Nothing?" Billie Jean asked, grinning lewdly. "I was playing sex games when I was five."
"Okay. I wasn't completely ignorant. I played doctor with a neighbor girl when I was seven."
"I'm assuming you knew at least the basics of the birds & bees by that time," I said. "I was in kindergarten when a second grader told me how babies got into their mothers' bellies."
He chuckled, "A 6-year-old told me about it when I was in daycare."
"Why are we adults shocked when we discover that our kids know as much or more about sex than we did when we were their age?" I asked. "Why do we expect them to be more innocent than we were?"
"Innocent, or ignorant?" Billie Jean asked. "Kids lose their innocence when they're made to feel guilty for doing what comes naturally. Sexual curiosity and exploration are natural activities."
Buddy squirmed in his seat, attempting to surreptitiously adjust his bulge under the table. "You and your friends ran around the hotel hall naked, and the cowboys saw y'all? That must have been embarrassing."
"Not really. I like being naked. When we don't have company, we're always naked in our suite."
Saddlebag Sam rode through the double swinging doors into the saloon on a burro, and grinned broadly when he saw me. "Mah frien, mah frien, how are you this fine day?"
"Are you crazy, Sam!?!" the bartender yelled. "Get out of here with that goddamned donkey!"
Sam turned around, and rode out. He returned on foot a couple of minutes later.
"How's mah credit, Philip?"
"Your credit's always good, Sam."
"Could you lend me twenty?"
I gave him a ten and two fives.
"Y'all haven't visited mah camp yet. Let me show it to you. Follow me."
We piled into the fuckwagon, and followed Sam on his burro through town, then onto a jeep trail that wound along the western border of the resort's golf course. Buddy rode shotgun. Billie Jean and Filly rode in the back.
An old rusty faded school bus, shaded by two tall cottonwood trees, sat on a plateau, 30 feet above the Rio Grande, which was barely visible through the salt-cedar forest between the camp and the river.
The camp didn't belong to Sam. It belonged to Dolly Bryan, who let him live with her. She was an old beatnik turned hippie who grew up in San Francisco, where she and her beat poet father hung out at the City Lights Bookstore. She knew Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Neal Cassady and Gary Snyder. She was "On The Bus" with Ken Kesey.
"Dolly," Sam said, "Meet my friends, Phil, Billie Jean and Buddy. And, Filly, Phil and Billie Jean's little girl."
"I finally get to meet the famous couple," Dolly said.
"Famous or infamous?" Billie Jean asked,
Dolly shot a glance at Filly.
"Filly knows what's happening," I said, and explained how she overheard her mother talking about her encounter with Detective Flores, and was aware of her parents' unusual marital arrangement.
"And you're okay with that?" Dolly asked.
"I like it!"
"For several years, I lived with my parents in a commune where free love was practiced." Dolly said. "Everything was shared in common, including spouses."
Filly said, "Most of my friends have parents who act like they don't even like each other. Some fathers act like they own the mothers, and some of the mothers act like they own the father. They're not best friends, like Mom and Dad. Everybody knows they love each other."
Dangerous Dan and his brood drove into Dolly and Sam's camp.
After a round of greetings, a couple of joints were lit and passed around.
"Have you met Jeff Smith?" Dan asked.
"I seen him around," Sam said, with a sour face, which should have given Dan a hint.
"Could I bring him out to visit?"
"I don't know him. I told you never to bring anyone I don't know."
"But you've met him."
"I know who he is. But I don't know him. And, I don't want to know him."
"I don't blame you, Sam," Barb said. "He gives me the creeps."
"Why don't you give him a chance, Sam?" Dan asked. "He wants to meet you."
"Tell him to want in one hand and shit in the other, and see which one fills up first."
"But..."
"End of conversation."
During our visit, I discovered that Sam and Dolly were practically the sole providers of cheap marijuana in south Montenegro County. Sam told me to go to him personally whenever I wanted pot. "Anyone else you buy it from is probably buying from me, and can't give you a better deal." He gave me a fat joint for the road.
"Shotgun," Filly said, as we were walking to our car. "You can ride with Mom, Buddy. I won't mind if y'all want to make out."
I went to Rudy's Butte where we hung out briefly at Red's and on the store porch, listening to the latest gossip. Among the odd characters who populated the south end were several right wing fundamentalist Christian survivalists and conspiracy theorists who believe the communists had taken over the government and were going to round up patriotic Americans and put them in concentration camps.
The amazing thing was that the debates between and among the commune-istic hippies and fascist-leaning wackos was always good natured. Each side pitied the other for their stupidity and gullibility.
I wanted to write a feature on the survivalists, but they didn't want their names in the Gazette. They lived off the grid for a reason. I could have written the story without their consent. They had no pull. They weren't advertisers, and they had no political clout. I chose not to embarrass them.
We got back into the Fuckwagon, and I backed out, colliding with the right front quarter panel of a blue 1976 Datsun 280Z that drove in behind me.
Jeff Smith and Dangerous Dan got out.
"God damn it!" Jeff exclaimed. "Look what you did to my car."
"You need to pay attention, asshole," I said. "My backup lights were on."
"I wanted you to meet Jeff," Dan said. "It's not a bad dent. It can be pulled out."
Jeff was steaming. He wanted to cuss me out. But he held back.
We went across the road to Red's and had a beer. We had small talk: where are you from? Where have you been? What do you do?
Jeff couldn't maintain eye contact. He was a liar. He gave out too much information; too many unnecessary details; it sounded rehearsed.
I left as soon as I finished my beer.
"He's an ex con," Buddy said when we got back into the wagon. "I can spot them a mile away. He's running some kind of game."
"I had that sense too," I agreed. An ex-cop and an ex con had Smith pegged.
"Y'all can make-out if you want to," Filly said. "I know you want to."
After about five minutes on the road, Filly suddenly turned around in her seat, and giggled, "You didn't have to take your hand off Mom's leg."
I glanced back over my shoulder in time to see Billie Jean grab Buddy's left wrist with her left hand and guide his hand back to her right upper thigh. Her right hand went to his left upper thigh, an inch below the bulge in his pant leg.
"If my daughter doesn't mind, I don't mind," she said. Then she reached over the back of the seat, grabbed the rearview mirror and turned it up. "Keep your eyes on the road, Philip."
I could use the sideview mirrors.
Filly reached over and gave my lump a squeeze.
I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away. "You'll kill us all."
She released her seatbelt, turned around, rested her arms on the back of the bench seat and watched her mother and her mother's newest boyfriend make out.
After we returned to our suite, Filly, Billie Jean and Buddy each gave their account of what transpired on the road from Rudy's Butte.
Billie Jean and Buddy were casually coping feels of each other before Filly turned around, knelt on the seat and watched them. Billie Jean winked at her daughter before leaning over and French-kissing Buddy, who decided to see how far mother would allow him to go with daughter watching. Billie Jean wanted to see how far Buddy would go with her 8-year-old daughter watching.
Thier kisses became more and more passionate, with Buddy frequently casting glances at Filly to gauge her reaction. She obviously enjoyed the show.
Billie Jean wore a thin sweater and a nearly knee length skirt. Buddy's left arm was around Billie Jean's shoulders. His right hand was on her left hip. The hand slowly slid upward until it was cupping the left breast. Then, it was groping the breast. He looked at Filly, who grinned and nodded encouragement.
Billie Jean moaned in his mouth as he pinched and twisted the nipple through the soft thin fabric. The hand briefly returned to the hip before moving back up under the sweater.
Filly watched her mother's hand massage the lump in her lover's jeans, while he kneaded her tit under the sweater, which gradually rode up until both boobs were exposed.
He looked at Filly, who was enjoying the show, and rubbing her pussy through her shorts.
Buddy couldn't see her doing that, and didn't imagine the little girl doing that. When he saw that neither mother nor daughter objected, he nibbled and sucked the right titty, keeping an eye on his prepubescent audience.
His right hand moved away from the left tit, and moved to Billie Jean's right thigh, where the skirt had risen to near mid thigh. The hand moved up under the skirt.
Billie Jean pushed him away, and he thought she was ending the make-out session. Instead, she pulled the skirt up to her hips, and placed his hand back on her thigh.
His hand slid up to her crotch. He looked at Filly, who enthusiastically nodded her head, giggling naughtily.
I turned my head to glance back.
"Make sure Daddy keeps his eyes on the road," Billie Jean ordered.
Filly put her hand against my cheek and forced me to keep eyes forward.
My slut wife moaned, "Oh, yes," and spread her legs wide as her lover caressed her pussy, teasing her prominent stiff clit.
Then, he finger-fucked her. One finger at first, then two. Billie Jean and Buddy watched Filly watching the action. Filly had her hand down in her shorts, finger-fucking herself.
I was overtaken by the irresistible urge to look, and turned my head. The right tires left the pavement, and the rattle of gravel quickly brought me back to my senses.
It also interrupted the erotic activities in the back seat.
"Dad-dy!"
""Philll!"
"Fuck!!!"
"Sorry, folks. It won't happen again."
Buddy said, "Maybe it's asking a bit much of Phil to keep his eyes on the road, knowing what's happening behind his back."
"Yes," Billie Jean agreed. "We can resume activities at the hotel."
"Can I still watch?"
"That's up to Buddy," I said.
"If it's okay with y'all, it's okay with me."
"Cool!"
"Did you like what you were seeing, Filly?" Buddy asked.
"Uh huh!" Filly said, nodding enthusiastically.
"Have you watched before?"
"Just Mom and Dad."
"I watched my parents," Buddy said. "I'm pretty sure Dad knew. I don't think Mom did."
"Dad really gets off to watching me too," Filly giggled.
"Watching you?"
"Oops."
"Go on and tell him," Billie Jean chuckled.
She told him about me catching her and Charles Parsley in the act, and watching her and the Parsleys, and her introducing her friends to the Parsleys.
"Unbelievable!"
Then she told him about her erotic activities beginning in daycare.
Buddy was speechless.
"Our daughter is a teleiophile."
"A what?"
"Pedophiles are adults who are sexually attracted to children. Teleiophiles are children who are sexually attracted to grownups."
"And y'all obviously approve."
"Whole heartedly!" I said. "It turned me on."
"I think it may be an inherited trait," Billie Jean stated. "I fell in love with men's cocks at an early age too."
"I wish I had known girls like you when I was your age, Filly," he said.
Billie Jean laughed, "You never paid attention to girls her age when you were her age. You were paying too much attention to older girls and women with big titties."
He thought about it for a while before nodding his head. "You're right. Tits and ass."
At the hotel, Filly started stripping in the hall, while I unlocked the door. "I want to see both of y'all fuck Mom at the same time. You fuck her butt while Dad fucks her pussy."
I laid on my back, across the bed, with my feet on the floor. Billie Jean straddled me, and impaled herself on my cock. Then I felt Buddy's cock slip into her rectum.
"Fuck me! God, yess. Fuck me!"
It was such an incredible sensation, feeling Buddy's cock rubbing against mine through the rectum and vaginal walls. It felt like there was nothing separating them. Like both cocks were fucking her cunt.
"I can't wait until I'm big enough to do that!" Filly said.
Neither of us lasted long. The activities on the road from Rudy's Butte had us on the edge of orgasm several times.
"You wanna do me, Buddy? Fuck my butt?"
"Do you think you're ready, Babe?" I asked. "Buddy's a bit bigger than any of the Parsleys."
"I think so. I mean, I've pooped turds bigger than his cock. If something that big will come out, something that big can go in."
Buddy's erection speedily resurrected.
"You're going to piss me off if you steal all my boyfriends," Billie Jean joked.
"I won't do it if you don't want me too, Mom."
"I was kidding. Have fun. Butt-fuck my daughter, Buddy."
"If I'm dreaming, please don't wake me," Buddy sighed.
Billie Jean masturbated while watching her boyfriend sodomize her daughter, while her daughter sucked her father's cock. Intense orgasms were had by all.
Filly protested when we told her it was bedtime. But she was asleep within a few minutes of lying down.
Chapter 10 is the final chapter of Desert Rat Tales...