Chapter 7
(MF, Mg, exhib, voy, oral, creampie, anal)
Billie Jean is initially aghast to learn that they were spied upon during their threesome with Buddy. Now everyone down south knows that she's a slut. Later, Phil and Billie Jean put on sex show for Filly and her two young friends...
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The motel room's Big Ben alarm clock woke us at 6:30.
"If y'all want to fuck, you'd better get up and get on with it," Billie Jean said. "I have a 9 o'clock appointment at the Gazette, and it'll take me nearly an hour and a half to get there."
Again, she straddled me, guiding my cock into her cunt, and Buddy fucked her ass from behind. She humped frenetically, urging us on. Buddy came. I came. She came, and immediately went to the bathroom and quickly showered.
She kissed each of us good-bye, rushed out to her car, and took off in a cloud of dust.
"Don't you have to go in?" Buddy asked.
"We usually take Fridays off. Billie Jean's going to interview the executive director of the Women's Center, and possibly some victims of domestic abuse at one of their safe houses."
"Maybe we can get together this evening," he suggested.
"Afraid not. Our daughter, Filly, is having friends coming for a sleepover."
"How old is your daughter?"
"She's 8, going on 21."
"My sister was like that; a tween wanting to be a teen, then a teen wanting to be an adult. Now, she's an adult, wishing she was a teen again."
"Is she younger or older than you?"
"Two years older."
"I hated being a kid," I said. "I wanted to be an adult for as long as I can remember."
"Now you wish you were a kid again?"
"Nope. I'm happy being who I am, where I am, doing what I do right now. I enjoy being me."
"That's rare, man. Not many people are satisfied being who they are, or where they are, or doing whatever they're doing."
"I am a lucky mother fucker."
"Yes, you sure are. Especially fucking the mother you're fucking," Buddy said. "Is Billie Jean as satisfied with the status quo as you are?"
"Nope. She has ambition. She wants to be the managing editor of a 7-day daily newspaper. The Gazette is a stepping stone; another rung on the ladder."
"Maybe she'll change her mind."
"Maybe. We've fallen in love with the Big Bend. So has Filly."
"I'm going to hunt for a job, and a place to stay."
I showered and returned to our ‘Home Suite Home.'
Charles met me in the lobby. "I probably should have waited to get your approval first, but Felicia was insistent."
"Approval for what?"
"Anal penetration."
"You butt fucked my daughter?"
"She insisted."
"Did she enjoy it?"
"Very much so."
"You fed her, and had her bathed and in bed by 9 o'clock?"
"Yes. And I gave her breakfast and put her on the school bus."
"Excellent. If Filly's happy, Phil's happy."
"Her friends, Sharon and Edie, are going to spend the night?"
"That's the plan."
"She wants them to see your phallus. They don't believe it could be as large as she says it is."
"That's not going to happen."
"You don't have to exhibit it openly," Charles explained. "They could peer through the kitchen door keyhole, and you could pretend you didn't know they were there."
The hotel room doors had the original 19th century hardware. Modern deadbolt locks had been added, and skeleton keys were no longer used, but the large keyholes remained. Imagining Sharon and Edie peeking through keyholes to see my cock, I got a sudden erection.
"You like my idea," Charles said, looking at my burgeoning bulge.
"It is tempting."
"I'm certain you could strip and masturbate for them with no serious repercussions. They would probably want to lend a hand."
"Filly said she told them about your taste for prepubescent pussy."
"Yes. I requested that she divulge that information for me."
"You know they'll each probably tell another friend or two."
"I've been pleasuring little girls for decades. For some, our sex play never goes beyond kissing and fondling. Others want the complete experience. By the age of 12 or 13, they outgrow me."
"Do you have any other little girlfriends?"
"Not at the moment. My last little lover and her family moved away nearly a year ago. Her older sister introduced her to me."
"Have you had more than one at a time."
"Usually two, and occasionally three, but rarely together. The friends or siblings provide cover for each other."
"How do you meet them?"
"Word of mouth from satisfied partners, and history presentations and tours."
"History presentations?"
"No one knows more about Montenegro County history than I," Charles boasted. "At least twice a year, the history teachers and the head librarian bring students here. I give them a walking tour of downtown, and explain all of the historical photographs and paintings in the lobby. The schools here and in Rudy's Butte are pre-K thru 8th grade. The children attend high school in Alpine."
"They learn that your ancestors ran a whore house."
"I hint at it euphemistically, telling them Montenegro and Quicksilver City were the Sodom and Gomorrah of the Big Bend during the Wild West Era. Later when no adults are around, the cognoscenti explain the facts of life to the uninitiated."
"Phil," the phone operator said, "you have a call from the sheriff's dispatcher."
I picked up a lobby phone. "What's up?"
"Major accident, Main and Parsley. Three vehicles involved."
The paramedics arrived at the scene moments before I did, and were triaging the victims. The most serious injury was a compound fracture of the left tibia. The rest were minor scrapes, cuts and bruises. Two of the three cars were totaled. It would make a great front page photo. Front page photos of wrecks, fires and kids sold papers. I didn't stick around. I would get all of the information from the accident report Monday.
I called Helen and told her I would be at The Diner if she needed me for anything. The day's special was the chicken enchilada platter. The platter was being served when Detective Flores and Deputy Gene Givins entered.
Deputy Givins asked, "Can I get more picture of me and Flores booking the burglars?"
"No problem," I replied. "Check with me Monday." He looked disappointed.
"Is that a problem?"
"My parents are coming to visit this weekend. They'll arrive this evening. I'll pay you."
"After I finish my meal. Which ones do you want?"
"The three you had in the paper; us walking into the station with them, and booking them."
"Thirty bucks."
"Will you take a check?"
"No problema, Dude," I responded.
Then to Flores, "How are you doing, Detective?"
"Fine," he said, avoiding eye contact.
"Got anything going on I should know about?"
The deputy's head was moving left to right and back, like he was watching a tennis match. He obviously knew Flores was fucking my wife.
I added, "Any upcoming cases?"
"No."
"You'll keep me posted?"
"Yeah."
"You too, deputy. Let me know if there's anything newsworthy going on in your world."
"Yes, sir. I will."
"We have to get the Sheriff's approval before we give out any information," Flores asserted.
"I never ever reveal my confidential sources."
They walked toward the counter.
"Please join me at my table." Flores was hesitant. Givens immediately sat.
I asked Givens about himself. He just completed his rookie year, and had an Associate's degree in Criminal Justice. "I'll enroll at Sul Ross in the fall to begin work on my bachelor's."
"It was called ‘Police Science' back in the stone age, when I was a cop."
"You were a cop?"
"It was great training for being a newspaper reporter. I think I did more writing as a cop than I do as a reporter. I also honed my interviewing and observational skills."
"Why'd you quit?"
"I'm basically a loner, and lack the gang mentality. I also have a tendency to be insubordinate. I've had a problem with authority figures all my life. Being an authority figure felt weird. I felt like an outsider, and the older cops treated me like an outsider."
Givens told me about his first high speed chase; his first time dealing with a mental case; and his first domestic violence case.
I finished my meal, and got up to leave. "I should have those prints ready in an hour or so. We need to give them time to dry."
I was almost out the door when I turned to Flores, and said casually, "Billie Jean said she enjoyed her visit with you yesterday."
The look on both faces were priceless. Flores was embarrassed. Givens looked startled, wondering if I knew what occurred during that visit. He was obviously unaware that Flores was aware of our open marriage arrangement.
I was hanging the prints to dry when Helen said, "Line one, Phil."
"Lander."
"This is Buddy. I got a job, and a place to stay at the resort."
"Quicksilver City?"
"No. The girls hired me as their maintenance man, here at the Chihuahuan Desert Resort, here in Rudy's Butte, where we had our little orgy."
"I'm happy for you."
"Our orgy had an audience."
"What!?!"
"The girls rented us room number one because they can spy on it. There's a compartment behind the dresser mirror big enough for three or four people to watch. When they gave us the key, they thought it was for me and you and that we were queer for each other."
"They told you about it?"
"Only after I discovered the compartment on my own while exploring the grounds. I confronted them about it, and told them that you and Billie Jean wouldn't be upset. I told them that I was pretty sure that y'all would be turned on, knowing that they were watching us."
"I love it!"
"They were thrilled to find out that they weren't going to be sued, or have criminal charges filed against them."
"I'll have to razz them about it the next time I'm down there."
"They weren't the only witnesses. Two 13-year-old boys, Gabe Acosta and Bobby Willis, were behind the motel. They were clearing out tumbleweed for the girls when they heard us inside. They took turns hoisting each other up to peek in the back windows and watch through the blinds."
"They told you about it?"
"I heard them telling three other boys about it behind Rudy's Butte Store while I was in the outhouse, taking a dump. Bobby is Don and Sheila's grandson."
The store's public restrooms were two wooden outhouses, set over deep shit pits.
"I'll have to tell Billie Jean that everyone on the south end knows she's a fucking slut."
The words were barely out of my mouth when she walked into the newsroom. "Great news from down south, Babe!" I announced, handing her the phone,
Her end of the conversation consisted of "Oh, no!" "Oh, my God!" "Holy Fuck!" and "No shit?"
"You call that ‘Great News from down south!?!" she said, hanging up the phone. "Now, everyone down there thinks I'm a fucking slut, and I've only had two extramarital flings."
"How many married women have three cocks in one day?"
"It's not like it happens every day."
"Would you want it too?" I asked.
"No!!!" Then she thought about it, and giggled, "Maybe every other day."
"I got the distinct impression that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself yesterday and this morning."
Deputy Givens arrived.
"Let's give the prints a few more minutes to dry, Deputy," I said. "Have you met my wife, Billie Jean?"
"Yes, sir," he said, blushing. "We've met."
"It's good to see you again, Gene," Billie Jean said. "You're getting more copies of the photos?"
"For my parents. They're coming here for the weekend. They'll be staying at the Montenegro Hotel."
"We live there," Billie Jean said.
"Yes, I know."
"Detective Flores told you?" I asked.
"Uh... erm... Yeah. I think he did," he replied, glancing back and forth between Billie Jean and me. He now had more than an inkling that I knew Flores was fucking my wife.
I retrieved the photographs and handed them to him, and he pulled out his checkbook.
"Forget it," I said. "Since they're for your parents, and not for your groupies or your fan club."
After he left, I described my encounter with the deputy and the detective at the diner.
"You have to rub it in his face. Don't you? You have to remind him that he's fucking me with your knowledge and consent. You're on a bigger ego trip than he is."
"We had so much fun yesterday that I forgot to ask you about your latest assignation with our favorite lawman. How'd it go?"
"He likes talking about himself. And for a detective, asks very few questions. I told him about our upcoming feature on domestic abuse, and told him what we witnessed at the Benedict house. I also mentioned the fact that they seem to be living beyond the means of an elementary school teacher and a prison guard. That piqued his interest."
"It did?"
"Yes. He said that he's heard word on the street that drugs are being smuggled in to the inmates. Until recently, he assumed wives stuffed the stuff in their twats, and hubby retrieved it during conjugal visits. But the quantities he's hearing about are more than a few obliging wives could handle vaginally and anally."
"Y'all just talked?"
"Of course not! After talking about prisoners' wives stuffing contraband up their cunts and asses, he asked if I had ever stuffed foreign objects into my vaginal and anal orifices. I told him that I had been butt-fucked back in my hippie days, and about your aversion to feces. He assured me that he had no such aversion. He loves ass-fucking."
"You didn't mention that yesterday, when Buddy said he wanted to butt fuck you."
"One: I wasn't comfortable telling a total stranger about it. Two: You would have questioned me about it, and we would have been talking instead of fucking."
"You enjoy being sodomized."
"I fucking love it! It had been so long, I had forgotten how good it felt to be butt-fucked," she said. "I really have become a slut. I love having cock in my mouth, my cunt and my ass. I hope you never change your mind about me being your fucking slut, because I don't think I can ever be satisfied by one man ever again. The more cock I get, the more I want."
"I want what you want. And I want to watch and participate whenever possible and practicable."
Billie Jean giggled naughtily, "Maybe Barbara and Carolyn will let us use room number one whenever I have a lover who's not into threesomes and orgies."
"Charles & company butt fucked our daughter while we were away yesterday. Charles says she was so insistent they couldn't await parental consent."
"That is so fucking hot!" Billie Jean exclaimed. "It turns me on to know that the Parsleys gang banged our daughter's butt. I think I know Charles well enough to know that he would have stopped the fucking if he thought Filicia wasn't enjoying it."
"Our lovely daughter is a butt slut."
"Shall we go and meet her and her friends when they get off the bus?"
The bus passed by the Gazette's parking lot as we were leaving. Filly and her friends waved. The bus stopped three blocks later to disgorge students.
Filly, Sharon and Edie exited with the other kids and rushed to my station wagon, giggling naughtily. Filly opened the passenger door, and the girls piled into the back seat.
"Dad, this is Sharon (indicating the plump blonde) and Edie (the elfin redhead). Can we put the back of the back seat down, and close the curtain?"
"Yeah. Why not? It's only nine blocks to the hotel."
"Home Suite Home," Filly chuckled. "Instead of home s-w-e-e-t home, we have a home s-u-i-t-e home."
The girls lowered the back of the back seat and closed the drape. I got a hard-on, listening to their whispering and giggling. I knew they knew the space was made for fucking.
"I can't believe that you did that!" Sharon whispered.
"We can see outside, but people can't see inside."
I checked the side view mirror and saw a Sheriff's patrol car behind us.
"He's following us," Edie whined.
"That's Deputy Gene Givens," I said. "His parents are staying at the hotel."
The girls let out a collective sigh of relief.
At the hotel, Givens parked to my right and Billie Jean on my left.
We exited our vehicles simultaneously.
"Deputy Givens, my daughter Filly, and her friends, Sharon and Edie. I'm certain they'd love to see the photos of your burglary bust."
He laid his briefcase on the hood of the patrol car, extracted the three black and white 8x10 photographs, and handed one each to the girls, who were suitably impressed.
They bombarded him with questions, and he gave them the details of the burglary and arrest.
Edie reached into her backpack, and pulled out a small book. "May I have your autograph, Deputy Givens?"''
He wrote, "Be Good, Edie. Deputy Gene Givens."
"Thank you!" she said. "May I give you a hug?"
He hesitated.
"I think you have a fan," I chuckled.
The girls took turns hugging him and kissing his cheek.
"Now, you've acquired groupies," Billie Jean laughed.
"Please don't tell anyone," he said. "Especially Flores. They'll razz me."
"It'll be our secret," Billie Jean assured.
I noticed a lump in his pants. Was it for the girls, or Billie Jean?
"I want to introduce Sharon and Edie to the Parsleys before we go up to the suite," Filly said.
"Don't get underfoot," I said. "I'll order pizzas. When they arrive, y'all can bring them up to the suite."
The girls trotted off toward the lobby, giggling and whispering, while Billie Jean and I climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"This is so weird," Billie Jean sighed.
"What?"
"When Buddy told me about everyone down south knowing about him and us, and me and Flores. Those 13-year-old boys watching and listening to us and telling their friends--telling them what a fucking slut I am. I was so embarrassed. I was mortified." She shook her head in disbelief. "Now, thinking about it, I am so fucking horny! Knowing that everyone down there knows that I am a fucking slut makes my cunt juicy!"
"Fuck ‘em," I said. "Who cares what they think?"
"I'm not like you, Phil. It's not that I don't care what they think. I get off to them thinking what they think. I like them knowing I'm a fucking slut. Down south, I'm free to be as slutty as I want to be. I love them knowing that I'm your slut wife, and that you love me being your slut wife."
"That is so hot!"
"Fuck me, Phil. I want cock, and I want it now!"
We quickly stripped and fucked.
"Fuck me! Fuck my slutty cunt! God! I want cock. I want a lot of cock. I cannot believe how fucking horny I am. Fuck me, Phil. Fuck me!"
It didn't take long for us to reach climax.
We lay side-by-side, panting. Billie Jean giggled, "The kitchen doors are open to both rooms. The kids could have walked in on us."
"Highly unlikely. They're too busy enjoying a pedorgy with the Parsley clan downstairs," I said. "Would you like them to walk in on you fucking? I'd get off to them walking in on someone else fucking you while I watched."
Billie Jean emitted a little whimper-moan at the thought, then remembered pizza. "Pizza. Order pizza."
"You distracted me," I laughed. "Wanna try the nacho pizza?"
"Not tonight. We can test out some slices at the pizzeria later. Don't want to buy an extra large, and discover we don't like Itali-Mex."
I ordered the pepperoni with extra pepperoni.
"You forgot to give Felicia money for the pizza."
"They'll deliver it to the room. Then I'll call the girls and tell them to come and get it."
Billie Jean sighed, "I would love to see the Parsleys butt-fucking the girls and eating their pussies."
"I'll bet we can watch video."
"Video?"
"There are closed circuit security cameras all over the place; in the lobby, the front desk, the restaurant, the hallways, the parking lot. I'm betting he records all his sexcapades in the bedroom behind his office."
"Eat my pussy, Phil. Lick and suck your cum out of my cunt." I didn't hesitate. I dove in and she grasped the back of my head, pulled my face into her crotch and humped.
"It is so fucking hot, having you clean other men's cum out of my cunt. The hottest part of yesterday was watching Buddy watch you eat my pussy right after he fucked me. And watching him watch us kiss after he filled my mouth with cum. Watching you watch me fuck, and hearing you tell Buddy to fuck me was hot, really hot, but watching him watching you was the hottest part of all!"
"I believe it! I got off to watching you watching him watching me! Is that kinky, or what!?!"
"I told you I would fuck anyone you wanted me to fuck and suck any cock you wanted me to suck. And I did it with Buddy," Billie Jean said. "What if I brought a man home and told him I want him to fuck me while my husband watches, then tell him I want him to watch my husband eat his cream pie?"
"As long as it doesn't involve pain, restraints, or excrement, I'll do whatever you want. And, inform your boyfriends that I will not be humiliated."
"I will never humiliate you, nor will I allow you to be humiliated. That is not cool. That is not my thing."
I ate her pussy, fucked her, and ate her again.
The phone rang. I answered.
"Phillip," Charles said. "The girls have dared each other to run around the second floor hall naked after midnight. Felicia told me to come up and wake them if I don't see them on the monitors at midnight."
"Thanks for the heads-up. I'm assuming that you have a camera set-up in your bedroom, and are taping your lascivious activities with my daughter and her friends."
"You are correct in that assumption, sir. And you are most welcome to view them at your convenience."
"We're expecting a pizza delivery. Could you send the girls up when it arrives?"
"Your wish is my command, sir. Now, I shall return to my molestation of your lovely daughter and her concupiscent companions."
"Have fun, Charles."
I informed my wife of the current and upcoming events.
Twenty minutes later, Charles called to inform us that the girls were on their way up with the pizza. We quickly cleaned up, and sprayed air freshener.
"What do you young ladies want to do tomorrow?" Billie Jean asked.
"Go down south and ride horses!" Filly said. Edie and Sharon eagerly nodded agreement.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
"What about you, Honey?"
"I don't like horses. But, I'll go down with y'all. There's someone I want to... erm... interview while I'm there."
"Only one person?" I asked, winking.
"One for certain. Maybe more if the opportunity should arise."
"I thought you covered the south end, Dad?" Filly said.
"I help your mother up north, and she helps me down south."
"I like it down there," Filly said. "I like it a lot."
"So do we, Babe," I said. "So do we."
"Daddy says that there ain't nothing down there but pot head hippies and effing weirdos," Sharon said.
"Effing?" I laughed.
"Dad and Mom won't mind if you say ‘fucking.' If you don't treat them like grownups, they won't treat you like kids."
I chuckled, "Parents don't want their children doing and saying the things they did and said when they were children."
"We wouldn't want that announced to the world," Billie Jean said. "We don't want people thinking that we encourage naughtiness, or even that we don't actively discourage it."
"We won't tell nobody," Sharon said.
Edie giggled, "We won't tell a Fucking soul."
"And we appreciate your fucking discretion," I said.
"May we go back down to the lobby for a while?" Filly asked.
"Okay by me," I said.
Sharon and Edie had to go to the bathroom before going downstairs.
"Filly," I whispered. "If you and the girls sneak back up to your room in a half hour, they can watch us fucking through the kitchen door keyhole."
"A half hour?"
"Better yet, just go downstairs, turn around and come right back up. Don't let them know we set it up for them."
"Cool! They really want to see your cock. They don't believe it's as big as I say it is, and if it is that big, they don't believe that Mom can swallow the whole thing."
I made certain they saw me close and lock our kitchen door as they left our room.
We stripped, and Billie Jean dropped to her knees and was stroking my cock and kissing the head when we heard muffled giggles on the other side of the door.
"Suck it, Babe. Suck my cock. I want to cum in your mouth, on your face and on your tits, so I can lick it off."
"God! I love your big hard cock, Phil. I love the way you fuck my throat with it, and fill my cunt."
I put my left hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me until her nose was buried in my pubic patch. "You are the best cocksucker in the world. I love fucking your mouth. I love the way you love sucking cocks."
She emitted loud pleasure moans as I fucked her throat. She grasped both butt cheeks and pulled me into her each time I pulled out. "Suck it! Suck it, you beautiful cocksucker!"
We pretended not to hear the whispered, "My turn," from the other side of the kitchen door.
"I'm gonna cum!" I said, pulling out and stroking fast and hard. The first eruption filled her mouth, the second coasted her face, and the third laid ropes of cum on her tits.
We kissed passionately, and more noisily than necessary, before I licked my seminal fluid off her face and tits. "It makes me so fucking hot when you take cum out of my mouth and lick it off my face and body."
After cleaning her face and tits, I went down on her and tongue-fucked her cunt.
"Eat me! Eat my pussy!" my slutty wife cried. "I have never known a man who loved performing cunnilingus as much as you. You lick cunt like a lesbian."
"I sometimes feel like a lesbian trapped in a man's body."
"I believe it! You're as good or better than any lesbian who ever ate my pussy, and there have been a few."
"I wish I had known you in your wild hippie days."
"I was such a fucking slut back then. I was regularly gang banged by two local rock bands."
"I wish I could have seen that. I get off to watching you fuck!" I said, before going down again and energetically eating her pussy.
"Oh God, Baby! I get off to watching you watch me getting fucked. It is such a turn-on, knowing that you want me to be a fucking slut again, like in my hippie days. Back then, I didn't have anyone who wanted to eat my pussy after other men filled it with their cum!"
We ignored the clearly audible gasps and unintelligible whisperings from the other side of the door, as I enthusiastically and noisily performed cunnilingus on my wife's hot juicy cunt, inciting an intense orgasm.
"Oh God! Holy Fuck! I'm cummiinnn'!!!" she screamed.
I rammed my hard cock into her cunt. My balls slapped against her ass as I unmercifully pounded her pussy, grunting and growling like a wild rutting beast.
"Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me hard!" my wife yelled. "Gimmie that cock!!!"
I lasted longer than I expected, giving Billie Jean two orgasms to my one. I quickly went down and began cleaning up my wife's cum-filled cunt.
"Clean up my cunt, Babe. Lick and suck up all of that cum like it came from another man. Lap it up, like you lapped up all of Buddy's cum after you watched him fuck me yesterday and this morning.
(I wasn't going to spoil the moment by reminding her that I didn't clean up after Buddy that morning, because he butt-fucked her, and I am not into analingus.)
I nibbled and licked and sucked until she pushed me away from her crotch. "Enough! Enough! No more."
We lay together side-by-side, panting for a while before she said, barely loud enough for the kids to hear, "I am so glad you want me to be your fucking slut wife, Phil. I had forgotten how much I loved fucking... how much I missed being able to fuck anybody I wanted to fuck. You've got me craving more and more cock. I love you!"
"I cannot believe how much I loved watching Buddy fuck my wife, and watching him watch me eat his cum out of your cunt. How much I enjoyed the taste of his cum mixed with your pussy juice. I want to watch other men fuck you. I want to taste other men's cum in your mouth and pussy. I dream about watching you being gangbanged."
We dozed off, and slept until the phone woke me.
"The girls are running around the hallway," Charles said.
I woke Billie Jean and we went to the door and looked out in time to see the girls coming around the southeast corner, naked. They saw us and froze in their tracks.
Filly shrugged her shoulders, grinned and said, "What the fuck? They've seen us naked. Now, we can stay naked. Let's run around the hall one more time."
They took off, and disappeared around the southwest corner, heading northbound. A couple of minutes later, they ran naked into our room, giggling.
"Trevor and two cowboys saw us," Filly laughed. "I forgot that the bar is open until two."
"Trevor is a boy's name," Sharon said without a hint of embarassment of being nude.
"He is a boy. I mean, a man. He likes to dress up and act like a woman."
"He fooled me," Edie said equally unashamed by her lack of clothing. "He's a beautiful, sexy woman. Man, are those cowboys in for a surprise if they undress him."
"They were surprised the first time," Filly said. "They don't care. They've been fucking him for over a year now."
"If y'all want to go horseback riding tomorrow," I said while Filly's two friends checked out my cock, "you had better get some sleep. I don't want y'all falling asleep in the saddle and falling off the horses and getting hurt."
Filly unlocked the kitchen door, and the girls went through it to her bedroom.
In Chapter 8 after Filly's nude sleepover with her freinds, Phil takes the girls a river trip while Billie Jean hooks up with Buddy...