CHAPTER 4
NATURALIST NATURE

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CHAPTER 4
NATURALIST NATURE

Holt patiently explained to Debbie the details of Harry DuBois' offer. It was generous, not everything they hoped for because the gambit on Greg's father's estate trust had failed. He admonished her for the stunt she pulled at Greg's place of employment; it had weakened her position greatly. The offer was good for only two weeks. If she failed to accept, Harry promised to go after her as an unfit mother (and filing an ethics complaint against Holt himself).

Debbie was seething. How dare he accuse her of being unfit? Even more enraging was that Greg was going to get to keep all that money. After all she sacrificed, that money that was rightfully hers too. 'I'll get even with that bastard,' she thought.

"You've got to let him see Jarred on the schedule I outlined," Holt counseled. "You can't keep Greg from seeing his son. Don't interfere with the schedule, Debbie. If the court sees you as being unfair, they may give him joint custody."

An hour before the deadline, Holt called DuBois and said that the settlement as offered was acceptable and that the papers were being drawn up. Holt expected to get on the court docket within three months. By the end of that week, after several revisions of various fine points, Debbie and Greg signed the papers. The marriage was over; it only remained for the family court judge to declare the divorce final.

Greg enjoyed seeing his son again. Of course there was a problem, he really couldn't bring the boy to the apartment as it seemed Doug and/or Donk were always bringing some girl over to screw. He was very appreciative that Heather offered her home for their visits. On the weekends, Greg shared the guest bedroom with Jarred, with Jarred sleeping on a pallet of blankets on the floor and Greg sleeping on the bed. In the privacy of the bedroom, Greg saw no reason to act any differently than he'd always acted in front of his son.

Heather hesitated about just opening the door and walking in on Greg, but maybe she could get him over whatever hurdle that seemed to keep them from becoming more intimate. With Pedro gone, she was sexually in need. She opened the door and instantly regretted it. There was Greg and his little boy, rolling around the bed playfully wrestling in the buff.

"Oh, excuse me! I shouldn't have barged in like that," she said, hand to her mouth, fumbling around for words.

Greg saw the shocked look on her face. He knew what she was thinking and unless he dispelled it right then and there, he could be branded as a pedophile.

"No, no, wait! It's okay. We were just horsing around. I wasn't molesting him or any thing like that. I'm a nudist. Being naked with my kid is very natural. Nothing sexual at all! We play together like this. Ever since he was born."

She checked him out. Even flaccid he had a magnificent penis and hefty balls, and he was definitely not sexually aroused. "I, I don't know what to say," she mumbled looking for some way to extract herself from the intrusion.

"I'm sorry I shocked you, I didn't mean to offend. Seriously, I'm a nudist. Have been ever since I was a little kid." He pointed to his waist, "See, no tan lines." He was right about that, he was evenly tanned, as was his little boy. It was obvious they didn't wear anything when swimming or whatever. All the while he was trying to explain, Jarred kept grabbing him about the neck and trying to pull him down. It became obvious to Heather that he was telling the truth. Her eyes wandered over his nude body, and she liked what she saw. She felt a pang of desire in her loins.

Jarred heard the sound of Cindy and Julie playing in the den. He jumped up a scooted into the den stark naked, leaving Heather and Greg alone for a moment. Greg was watching her intently, trying to judge whether he had been persuasive enough.

He saw it in her face as she looked him over, the unmistakable look of sexual desire. Greg had wanted her badly since they first met in the La Playa, but he was too unsure of her feelings, what with her divorce and all. She wasn't at all like the women who visited the apartment and he figured he had better go slow. He now knew he could have her. His dick responded by becoming erect.

As his dick grew to its full 81/2 inches, Heather felt her labia becoming wet with desire. The time for playing innocent had ended. It was time to find out just how good in bed this handsome man was.

Greg stood up and kissed her on the lips, her tongue shot into his mouth. Opening her robe, he guided it off her shoulders to fall onto the floor. He had been right; she did have a magnificent body, not skinny, not fat, but sensuously voluptuous, with just the right amount of body fat to be visually stunning.

His hands roamed down her back to her bare buttocks. He rained kisses across her neck and breasts, snuggling his face in her ample bosom, inhaling her feminine fragrance. His tongue slathered across her rising nipples and down between her deep-fleshed cleavage, moving progressively down her torso towards his goal. He paused a moment to flicker his tongue in the deep pit of her navel, then trailing a line of saliva downward to find his way into the sopping interior reaches of her wet genitalia.

She let out a long, loud moan of pure pleasure as his tongue made its first slow sweep up her cuntal sluice, crying out in salacious joy as he found the hard bud of her blood-engorged clit. As their passion increased they became completely filled with uncontrollable sexual desire. He savagely rammed his tongue deep into her cunt and she cried out in sublime joy. She hadn't been eaten out like this for a long time. For all his good qualities, Pedro wasn't an oral lover, but this man definitely was.

The sweet flavor of her cuntal juices was intoxicating to Greg. She had a clean, womanly taste that was very arousing. He wished he could drink cupfuls of the intoxicating nectar seeping from her aroused sex.

A wave of pure sensation rippled throughout her ripe body as the first orgasm seized her in a violent wild spasm. Greg had to fight to keep oral contact with her pulsating pussy and to keep her vulva spread open around his mouth. Her love juices spewed out, flowing copiously from her throbbing hot cunt, filling his voracious mouth with her sweet ejaculate. She sank to the floor, her legs no longer capable of supporting her weight, delirious from the flood of endorphins that swamped her fevered brain.

Greg was crazed by lust. He forced her to get on her knees, head to the floor and positioned himself between her legs. Pussy juice ran down his neck. He put the purplish-red head of his desire-throbbing cock to her slippery pink pussy lips. The pointed head slipped inside, penetrating the two fleshy layers of her vagina, his thick cock stretching her moist cuntal opening. A scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth as his massive dick drove in deep, stretching her cock hungry vagina, filling her up. Once he was deep into the warm, clasping interior of her love tunnel he began to thrust with long strokes.

He became dimly aware that they had an audience, as all three children stood in the door and watched their lovemaking. Consumed with lust, he didn't care if they watched. Only the overwhelming need to fuck this sumptuous woman mattered. Soon the children disappeared to play their own games, children's games.

The friction of his big dick felt incredible to her. On each thrust he hit her G-spot and soon she was once again in the throes of an orgasm. Soon her orgasms were coming one after another, in rapid succession. Continuously panting, she tried to catch her breath, but she had lost control of her body to wanton fuck lust.

In spite of his dick being squeezed by her lust tormented pussy, Greg was able to control himself and held back his own orgasm. His weeks of staying at the apartment and sampling different girls made it easier for him to maintain control. He fucked her relentlessly and continuous for an hour and a half, frequently pausing to suppress his own orgasm and/or change their positions. During the entire long fucking she was moaning and screaming and crying and begging for more.

Greg began to tire and he allowed himself to finally come. A thick stream of milky white sperm gushed from his throbbing dick deep into her appreciative pussy, and then gushed again, and again, each shot diminishing in force and volume. The long delayed orgasm was the most intense he had had in several weeks, since that time at the apartment when Doug jacked him off. They collapsed, sprawled on the floor, exhausted by their heavy lovemaking.

After several long minutes Greg felt little feet stepping on his chest and he heard Heather say, "No, no, no, ya'll go away. Mommy's too tired to play."

Playfully he reached up and grabbed the child on his chest, she squealed with delight as his hands clasped around her naked butt. He opened his eyes. All the kids were nude, frolicking around, trying to get the attention of the adults.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Heather. "You kids get your clothes back on! Right now! You girls know better than that!" Heather was up and desperately trying to put the genie back into the bottle. The kids squealed in delight and ran from the room, Heather still naked, was in pursuit.

Greg got up off the floor and followed behind her. Heather was fussing at the kids. She turned and saw Greg, standing naked across the room. "What are you doing? Go put some clothes on."

"Why?"

"Why? Because it's not right!"

"Why not? You're naked," he observed.

Suddenly Heather became keenly aware of her own nakedness. "Oh my god!" She retreated to the guest bedroom, dragging Greg with her. Heather wasn't sure how things had gotten so out of hand. "Didn't you close the door?"

Gesturing towards the open door of the guest room he replied, "No, you opened it, but I guess you didn't close it."

"Oh my god! Get some clothes on." She turned and saw the giggling kids at the door. "You too! I mean it kids, go get some clothes on."

"Don't make a fuss about it," counseled Greg. "Just act like it's no big deal to be seen nude and they will accept it as no big deal. Make a fuss and they'll get the impression that their bodies are somehow dirty."

"They shouldn't see us like this."

"Hey, they just watched us screw our brains out. Just act like its no big deal. They saw us naked and they saw us fornicating. They haven't a clue as to what we were doing. If you want to suggest to them that it was dirty, just make a big deal out of it. I strongly suggest we just go about the morning naked, like it's perfectly natural, which it is."

"My girls shouldn't be seeing your penis."

"Why not? Men and boys have penises. Boys and girls are different. Knowing that they are different and how they're different, kids will accept it as a matter of fact. It will be no big deal. Hide it and their curiosity increases ten-fold."

What he said made some sense, but she wasn't comfortable with it.

"I suggest we just go out into the den, sit on the floor naked and play with them. They will be more interested in the game than in my penis or your tits."

Greg then walked out of the guest room to the den and began playing with the kids. She watched him as he got on all fours and gave each kid a piggyback ride. Next he put each of the girls on his shoulders and ran around the house, playing the part of a horse, then a bucking bull. The girls shrieked in glee at his antics. Their father had never played with them like that. The games became a little tamer as interest shifted to Legos. Soon all five of them were building castles and airplanes.

After an hour or so the kids were ready to go outside. The backyard was privacy fenced with tall hedges on all sides.

"Hold on," said Heather. "Before anyone goes outside, they must get dressed. Now go on and get some clothes on." The three naked kids ignored her and ran outside into the backyard yelling and racing to the swing set to swing.

"Gates are locked?" asked Greg. "No one can see in, right? So... don't worry about them,'" said Greg. "They're fine." The kids quickly switched games to hide'n seek.

Heather stood at the window watching the kids have a grand time. At the same time she was worried if she was doing the right thing. She never imagined she would allow such behavior. Greg came up from behind her and embraced her, gently massaging her firm 38D hooters and her puffy aureoles and stiff nipples. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensual feel of his strong hands on her pliant flesh.

Soon they were on the floor of the den, his cock ramming in and out of her welcoming canyon. Again the friction of his big cock and the pounding on her g-spot quickly took its toll and the exquisite velvet explosions again racked her body.

He was more cognizant of what the kids were up to and when they burst into the den from outside, he casually withdrew and acted as if nothing was happening. Then when the kids noisily charged back outside with a variety of balls, he pulled her to him and mounted her again, this time from the rear.

They spent the entire weekend openly copulating, pausing for a few hours here or there to rest, play with the kids on the slip'n slide or whatever, fix meals, or nap. Heather's little girls mimicked Jarred and began calling Greg 'Daddy'. All too soon it was Sunday afternoon and it was time to return Jarred to his mother. Greg, sexually sated, still regretted not spending more time with him one on one.

"Did you have fun this weekend Jarred?" asked his father as he drove the boy to his mother's home.

"Oh, yes Daddy. I like Cindy and Julie. They're just like me and you."

"What do mean?"

"You know, they like to play without any clothes on. You know, Mom spanks me if I don't wear pajamas to bed."

"Well, she makes the rules in her house son, so you need to obey her."

"I'd rather be with you Dad," he said sadly. "Those pajamas are hot and sticky. And the swimsuit she makes me wear in the pool, it's cold and yucky when I get out of the water. She says I'm being bad if I don't have clothes on."

"Listen son, your mother and I don't see things the same way. It would be best if you didn't tell her about playing this weekend without your clothes. She will punish you and she will punish me."

"How Daddy? You're bigger than she is."

"Son, she won't let me see you again. Do you understand?"

"Why won't she?"

"Because she hates me, that's why."

"Yeah, I think she hates me too."

"No, Jarred. Your mother loves you just as I do. She just doesn't want you to be naked."

"Yeah, she'll spank me good and make me sit in my room all day. Dad, I like Miss Heather. I wish she were my mom. She's pretty and she's so nice."

"Yes, she is pretty, isn't she?"

"Can I come back next weekend Dad?"

"No, it will have to be in two weeks, but I'll see you Wednesday night for a little while."

"When is Wednesday?"

"About three days, Jarred." Greg stopped the car and walked his son to the door. "Remember what I said about playing."

"I will. I don't want to get spanked."

The door opened and Debbie stood glaring at him, hatred openly displayed in her eyes. She harshly ordered, "Get inside Jarred!"

Greg gave Jarred a hug and told him, "Goodnight son, I love you."

"I love you too Dad!" Jarred disappeared inside and the door slammed shut.

Greg headed back to the apartment. Neither Donk nor Doug was there. He opened a beer and sat on the couch, reflecting on the weekend. He was smitten by Heather and he knew it. She was perfect in every way. His only regret was losing control of himself, but then again she lost control of herself. Still they shouldn't of had sex in front of the children. He had never done that with Jarred before, of course with Debbie there was never an opportunity. It just seemed so natural.

After a while, he decided his inhibitions had been worn down from his participation in the frequent and raunchy sex parties at the apartment. As much fun as the sex parties were, never were they as emotionally intense as making love to Heather. He tried to relive every moment with her, but found that though some things were clear, for the most part his memory was blurred like it had happened long ago. He yearned to take her in his arms and just hold her next to him. The phone rang shaking him out of his daydream.

"Greg, this is Heather."

"Hello sweetheart, I was just thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you too. You know, the girls think you're terrific."

"They're very cute little sweeties. Jarred liked them too."

"I was wondering, are you planning on sleeping on that couch tonight?"

"Yeah. It's not too bad."

"Greg, I'm not sure what happened this weekend but..."

"I know what you mean."

"I've been so lonely for so long and suddenly Mr. Wonderful is in my life. I don't want to be alone tonight Greg."

"Me neither Heather. Let me grab some things and I'll be right over."

"Bring all your things."

The ink was hardly dry on the final divorce decree before the 'For Sale' sign went up in front of the house. The next day there was an offer at the asking price. That weekend, Debbie held an estate sale and sold almost everything in the house except for the few things she wanted to keep. Goodwill came and took the rest.

Heather alerted Greg that Saturday morning. "Greg, look at this. Isn't this your house?"

"Son of a bitch! I didn't know she planned to sell it, and look at the price asked! That stupid pig!"

"You better get over there and find out what's she's up to."

"Damn! There's nothing I can do now about the house. If she wanted to sell it, fine, but to give it away! I'll have to deal with this later, I've got to meet Bagley at the Kingston Place Apartments and show him around. Too late to cancel, and besides it's too important to cancel."

That afternoon after showing the Conquest Group yet another apartment complex that fit their criteria, he drove up to his parent's house. People were milling about, some loading furniture into pickup trucks, others loading boxes into their cars. The furniture was very familiar to him; he grew up with it. He walked into the house and found Debbie accepting a few bills for some item of his past.

"Debbie, I need to talk..."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" she screamed at him. "Don't you touch me, you bastard! Get out!" People looked at her like she was crazy and looked at him like he was a wife beater. "You have no right to be here! Get out!" She picked up a lamp base and drove him from the house.

"Debbie, you can't do this!"

She screamed, "It's mine you bastard and I'll do with it as I want!"

There was no reasoning with her and Greg knew things would get ugly if he tried. He sped back to the office and called Harry DuBois. As it was Saturday, he only got Harry's answering service. A few hours later Harry returned his call.

"Greg, she shouldn't be doing that. You have personal things in that house that you haven't been given an opportunity to recover. I'll call her lawyer and see if he can reason with her, otherwise we'll have to wait until Monday to get an injunction to cease and desist".

A few hours later Harry called again. "Greg, I talked with Holt and he's talked with Debbie. She says she has boxed up everything of yours. It is all in one of the bedrooms. You can pick it up after the movers have packed up and left."

"Where is she going?"

"Holt wouldn't say. Said it was confidential. She claims to be afraid of you."

"I've never touched her in my life! I've never done anything to harm her."

"Guess she wants to make a fresh start. Don't worry. She can't hide your son from you. Holt said he would give me her new address and phone number."

All day Monday the movers packed and the next day they loaded the van. Helplessly, Greg watched them load from his car. He never saw Debbie or her car. Finally in late afternoon the van pulled away.

He found the key that Debbie had left for him. He opened the door. The house was empty. A lifetime of memories of his boyhood and of his parents were gone, just the bare house was left strewn with trash and debris. He checked each of the bedrooms; they were all bare except for one room and one box. A note on the box said, 'GREG - THIS IS YOURS'. That one box couldn't possibly hold all the family photographs and personal memorabilia. Even so it was so light that it seemed empty. He opened the box and found only human feces.

"Greg," began Harry, "Holt says he doesn't know where she is. She hasn't called to leave her new address. Did you try the movers?"

"They wouldn't tell me anything."

"Okay. Well have to do this the hard way. I'll get a court order. They'll have to tell us where the furniture went."

A few days later Harry called Greg. "Greg," began Harry. "Who does she know in Seaview, North Carolina?"

"Seaview?"

"That's where the furniture went."

"Bess! Bess Johnson! She and Debbie were best friends in high school. Actually I think it was more than that, much more. Bess didn't like me one bit. She was jealous that I married Debbie. I think Debbie told me that Bess had taken over a boutique in North Carolina from her late aunt. Oh son of a bitch!"

"I talked with Holt. His position is that she is well within her rights to move and seek an employment opportunity. I'm afraid the court will agree, with no alimony payments she has to find a job and good jobs for an unskilled high school dropout are very limited. I'm afraid it's going to be difficult for you to see your boy."

"That god damned bitch!"