Chapter 7

"I am not drunk," Larry Caldwell swore as he stood in the middle of Libby's living room in his undershorts and swayed back and forth. "Preachers don't get drunk. They get filled with the spirit of the Lord. They may fall down and start shaking on the floor and they may even start speaking in tongues. But they don't get drunk. No, sir, they don't get drunk." Then he chuckled and drained his sixth glass of liquor.

When he had finished that glass of spirit, he grinned at Libby, who was sitting there on the couch with her black-leather pants on and her black-leather boots. She was naked from the waist up, and Larry Caldwell seemed to like to the tits even more than the leather.

"Sure do wish that that bitch that I was married to had been like you, Libby," he said in a guttural voice. "If she had been more like you, life would have been better for me."

"Like me?" the dark-haired singer asked playfully, pointing at one of her tits.

Larry Caldwell laughed with a booming voice.

"Like you, Libby, like you," he said, almost crying with his drunken mirth.

"Come here, Larry," the woman said. "Sit down by me and tell me about her."

The man stumbled toward the couch and sat down. Libby filled his glass with some more liquor.

He gulped down some of it and then he just sat there.

"Tell me about her," Libby said again, reminding him of his duty to his wife.

"About who?"

"About the bitch that you were married to," she said with a giggle.

"Oh, her."

"Yes, her," Libby said. "Tell me about your late and sainted wife."

"She kept pushing me," the man muttered.

"Pushing you?"

"Pushing me!" he yelled. "Pushing me to be like her daddy. She said that her daddy was the greatest preacher of all time. He once debated a devil-minded evolutionist for four straight days in Waco, Texas. She told me about that fucking debate at least once a week all the years that we were married. She said that her daddy was like God himself."

And then Larry turned and smiled at Libby.

"Want to know the truth?" he asked.

"The truth about what?"

"About her daddy?"

"Sure. What is the truth about her daddy?"

"The man was a fucking fool."

"What makes you say that, Larry?" the dark-haired woman asked.

"He preached for forty some years and died broke," the preacher said.

Larry Caldwell sipped on his drink.

"He had bad breath too. Ate fucking garlic every day of his life."

Libby laughed when he said that.

And then Larry Caldwell turned and looked at her and squinted a bit as he touched one of her tits.

"You sure you aren't Jewish, Libby?" he asked.

"No," the young woman said, "I am not Jewish."

"Sure you're not a Communist?"

"I am sure, Larry."

"Sure you aren't a Hollywood girl who swims naked in pools with other people around?"

"I have never swam naked in any Hollywood pool, Larry," she said, holding her hand up as if she were swearing in a court of law, swearing on a Bible.

"Damn," he muttered.

"What is wrong, Larry?"

"I got to move to Hollywood and get a pool and have me a party."

"Why?"

"So you can swim naked in the pool and give all the guys hard-ons."

Libby giggled.

"Then I will say to those guys, 'Listen, my friends, that naked girl in that pool belongs to me. Not you. You can watch, but don't you touch. She is the fruit of knowledge, my friends.'"

And then they both laughed and Larry finished off his drink.

He put the glass down on the table next to the couch and turned and started to massage the woman's tits. He breathed heavily on her and sighed to her.

"You are better than she ever was. Your daddy don't mean nothing to you. I never heard you mention your daddy at all."

Libby thought of her own father for a moment, of the way that that man had thrown all of his children out of his house. She hoped that he died alone and rotted in a grave and burned in hell.

Nothing, she thought, was too bad for her father to suffer.

And then Libby remembered that Larry Caldwell was a father too, and she remembered what he had tried to do to his own daughter. Nothing would be too bad for him to suffer either, she thought, and she and her brother and her sister and Andrea had some real nice things planned for this man on this afternoon.

Libby moved her hand over Larry's big gut and slipped it down over his shorts.

"Let's get those shorts off, Larry," she said, almost motherly. "I want to see your old cockeroo."

"Cockeroo," he said, chuckling.

"Yes, cockeroo," Libby said, pulling his shorts down his body.

"Cock-a-roodle-roo!" the man yelled, suddenly jumping up.

And then he stood there and swayed while the young woman pulled his shorts down. He leaned on her shoulder while he drunkenly stepped out of those shorts.

When he was naked, Libby looked at him. She knew that he was just drunk enough. He would not be able to fight them, but he would not pass out either. He would be conscious throughout the whole ordeal.

Libby knew that this man was ready now, ready for the trial of his life.

"Come and get him!" Libby yelled.

And the door to a bedroom came open and Barbara and David and Andrea came barging out into the living room. Larry Caldwell looked at them through his liquor-clouded eyes. He recognized Libby's blonde sister and the guy looked vaguely familiar. But it was the other blonde, the younger and smaller blonde, that he concentrated on. He thought that he should remember her, that he must have known her very well at some time during the past. He wondered if he could have fucked her sometime.

But Larry Caldwell did not have time to wonder for long.

The young guy with the dark hair hit him with a flying tackle and Jerry fell to the floor of the living room with a slamming sound.

The Preacher lay there on the floor and groaned, "What the fuck is happening here?"

But no one answered Larry Caldwell. The girls and the young man were too busy preparing the Preacher for his ordeal.

David kicked the man and made the Preacher roll over onto his big gut. Then the girls grabbed the man's hands.

The cuffs were on the Preacher's wrists almost immediately. When he heard the click and felt the pressure holding his arms together, the Preacher yelled out.

"What the fuck are you doing to me? I am a television preacher! I have power!"

"Not any more, you don't," Libby snarled down at the man.

Larry Caldwell looked back over his beefy shoulder and saw the young, dark-haired woman standing over him.

Just a few minutes before, he thought she had looked sexy in her tight, black, leather pants.

But now he thought that she looked dangerous and brutal.

The television minister wanted to scream in terror, but he opened his mouth and nothing would come out.

The man with the booming, television voice had been struck dumb by his fear and his tension.

And then Jerry Caldwell shivered as Libby nodded to the little blonde girl who looked vaguely familiar to him.

"Get the panties and the bra, Andrea," the dark-haired woman said.

Jerry Caldwell's eyes opened wide. Andrea! The name roared through his head like a storm.

That was his son-no, his daughter! That sexy, little thing was Andrea, Andy, his heir.

"Andrea!" he yelled. "Andrea, my son!"

And the blonde turned around and looked at him and snarled at her father in a fierce anger.

"No," she said, "I am not your son. I am your fucking daughter."

"Andrea," he muttered.

And the blonde stepped closer to him and kicked him in the ribs with her bare foot.

"Do you hear me, Daddy? I am your fucking daughter. I know what it feels like to be a girl now. I have fucked David here, and I never want to be a boy again."

Jerry Caldwell looked at the young man with the long, dark hair.

"He looks familiar," the preacher mumbled. "I think that I have seen him before."

"You have, Daddy," the blonde said. "But, when you saw him, he was wearing a dress. David and I have a lot in common and we have helped each other to find out just who is the male and who is the female, Daddy."

And then the Preacher knew who the young man was.

"Dani," he sighed. "Dani, the youngest sister."

"David," the young man corrected him. "David, the brother."

And then Andrea turned and ran from the room to get the other stuff. As she ran she felt her heart race and she knew that her father was finally going to get what was coming to him. She picked up the women's underwear and she brought the stuff back into the living room.

Andrea dropped on her knees next to her father and held out the huge, white panties and the bra.

She was like a little girl making an offering to her father, but both she and her father knew that that offering was one of shame, shame for the video preacher who deserved all the shame of the world for what he had done to his little girl.

"You are going to wear these things, Daddy," she said.

"No!" the man bellowed. "I am not some kind of pervert."

"Yes, you are," Libby said softly but firmly. "You are whatever I want you to be."

And the man tried to struggle to his feet. He got up on his knees before the young man with the long, dark hair kicked him and forced him back down on the floor.

Then Barbara and Andrea started to work on the television evangelist.

"An abomination," he muttered, "an abomination before the Lord."

David looked down at the big man and recognized the Biblical quotation.

It was the same thing that David's father had said to him the afternoon that he told his son to leave the house, the day that he said that he had no son any longer. David felt the anger boil in his head as he thought of his own father, and he moved toward the big man on the floor and kicked him again.

"Worthless scum," the young man muttered. "Worthless, piece-of-shit father."

Were all fathers that bad? David wondered, and he thought they might just be. Fathers never seemed to be satisfied with their children at all.

As Jerry Caldwell struggled there on the floor and moaned and groaned under the humiliation that he was suffering, the two blondes pulled the panties over his feet and moved them up his legs. They poked him so that he would raise up and let them get those panties over his big gut. They had bought them for Larry Caldwell the day before, had found the biggest panties that they could get. But the things were still tight and snug around the man's big ass and gut.

And then the blondes-Andrea and Barbara-pulled the man over on his back and the daughter of the preacher laughed as she slapped the bra down over the man's huge, hairy chest.

"By the time that we are finished with you, Daddy," the blonde said, "you are going to look like an old whore."

"A fat, old whore," Barbara said softly.

And both of the females tittered with merriment as they poked Larry Caldwell and forced him to turn over again. Then they snapped the bra on him and pulled the straps up and over his shoulders.

When they were finished, he did look like some kind of strange and fat whore.

Larry Caldwell turned over and looked up at Libby. He had fucked her. He had praised her. He had offered her a lot of money to perform with her sisters at his crusades. Wouldn't she save him?

But, when he saw the black, stiff, leather rod in Libby's hand, he knew that she was not the saving principle in this room.

And the television evangelist knew that there was no salvation for him here.

"Libby!" he yelled. "Don't hit me with that thing!"

The dark-haired, topless woman smiled at him and murmured to the television preacher.

"I won't," she said. "I do not have any reason to hit you with this thing. But Andrea does."

"What?" the man yelled.

And the little blonde reached up and took the leather pole from the dark-haired woman.

Then Andrea smiled down at her father, smiled down almost sweetly as she said, "Turn over, you fat, old whore."

And she pushed the man and he did turn over so that he was lying on his fat gut in the floor.

Larry Caldwell did not know for certain what was going to happen to him, but he knew that it would be terrible.

And then he felt the stinging pain in his pantied buns, the slapping on his ass.

And he knew that his naked, blonde daughter-his daughter not his son-was whipping him with that leather rod.

"I am a girl," she said, slapping his ass again and again. "A girl. A girl. A girl."

And Andrea felt a certain freedom in her system as she hit her father again and again.

She knew that she was repaying him for all those years of pain and she felt happy, so happy that she thought that she would swoon. She gasped and she sighed and she hit her father's pantied ass.

And then she was finished with him and she dropped the rod. She reached out and touched those panties.

She felt the heat in her father's ass as the man whimpered and cried in his stinging pain.

"Old whore," she muttered, "I am leaving you. I am going to live with David for the rest of my life."

And David looked down on the man and smiled. He knew that he had won some great battle and he felt even better, knowing that his sisters and his lover had shared this victory with him.

He was David, he thought, not Dani, and David had defeated Goliath.

Andrea looked across the room and winked at David, the naked, young man that she cared for.

"I want to suck your cock," she said. "I want to suck it until it is hard and then I want to fuck you."

"Come on," the young man said. "Come and suck it, Andrea." As he said that, he held his cock up to her.

And Andrea moved up onto her feet and scampered across the room and dropped on her knees before the young man.

As the little blonde lifted the cock and put it into her mouth and started to suck on it, Larry Caldwell glanced at her and the pain seemed to grow in his body. He had no heir now, no son to carry on for him. His daughter was a girl, not a boy, and she was sucking on the prick of a man who had worn panties just as he was wearing them now.

And then Jerry Caldwell yelled out to his daughter.

"Andrea! Andrea! Don't do that to that transvestite!"

But the girl did not listen to him. She worked her tongue around the end of David's cock and she looked up at the young man, with her eyes sparkling with merry passion and lust.

And then she took the cock into her mouth again and moved close to the young man's body.

As Larry Caldwell watched that, he felt a pain in his loins. He rolled over on his back and felt the pain of his handcuffed hands then. He looked down at his panties and he saw the huge bulge there. He was getting hard!

And the panties were soft against his hardness.

Larry Caldwell found himself wallowing in the feelings that those panties were giving him.

He moaned and felt his cock get harder and stiffer in there and he was not sure what was turning him on. It might be the sight of his daughter sucking that cock, and it might be the feeling of the white, soft fabric against his cock. He was not sure what was doing it, but he knew that something was getting his cock hard and hot with lust.

"Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "Oh, Jesus, this is great."

And then Barbara and Libby looked at that bulge in those big and white panties.

"He has got a big one, doesn't he?" the blonde sister said, staring at that tool.

"He surely does, little sister. He calls it his cock-a-roodle-doo."

Barbara looked at Libby and grinned at her sister.

"Can I try it?" she asked.

The blonde sister could already feel the juices flowing in her cunt as she looked at that bulge.

She wanted to fuck something. She glanced at the little blonde who was sucking on her brother's cock and she remembered the times that David had fucked her. Her pussy felt like it was aflame. She had to get something in that cunt, she thought. She had to get something in there before she died from the lack of fucking.

And the only other cock in the room belonged to the television minister.

And that cock was hard in the big, white panties.

"Can I try it?" she asked again. She knew that Libby had fucked the man regularly.

She felt that Libby had some sort of control over that man's cock and could hand it out to whomever she pleased.

So Barbara was very happy when she saw her sister nod her head.

And then Libby spoke to the blonde softly.

"So ahead. He is really a very good fuck for a fat maggot."

Barbara moved toward the man and dropped onto her knees. She put her hand on the hardness in the panties.

And then she looked at her little brother and remembered the hardness that she had felt in his panties so many times.

"Oh, Jesus," the preacher moaned. "Oh, Jesus. Fuck me. Oh, Jesus, I need to fuck."

And Barbara needed to fuck too. She moved her hands inside the panties and, with her lustful, burning fury almost exploding in her blood, she started to rip those cheap, white panties open with her fingers.

When the man heard the ripping, he glanced down and he saw what the young woman was doing to him.

He felt a surge of lust and happiness in his own system and he moaned to no one in particular.

"Oh, Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Oh, Jesus, I need to fuck."

When the man's panties were ripped open, the cock sprang out like something wonderful and healthy.

It was a big cock-a-roodle-roo, Barbara thought. The man had a right to be proud of that.

The blonde sister looked back at her dark-haired sister. Libby nodded again and smiled.

And then Barbara moved over the man's big body and steadied the big prick with her hand and moved down on that prick, letting the thing slip deeply into her. She sighed as she took that tool deep into her wet and warm and sweet pussy.

She felt satisfied as she started to rock on the man's body. She reached out and touched his bra and she moved back and forth and started to fuck the man in earnest.

Libby looked around her and was very proud of her family. Her sister was fucking and her brother-the young man who had once been her sister-was pushing the little, sweet blonde off his cock. Libby stared at that young couple as the girl lay back on the floor and spread her legs. David went down over her and positioned himself quickly. Then he moved into that girl.

And Libby looked at all of that and felt a certain heat in her leather pants, the heat of lust and happiness.

She knew that her family would get along just fine.

She knew that her brother and her sister and she would be able to do something to keep making money. They were together and they were all so sexy. People paid a lot of money for sexy people like her brother and her sister and herself.

"Jesus!" the preacher yelled as he fucked Barbara. "Jesus, this is great!"

And Libby smiled and knew that everything was great, that all of life was great.

She knew that life had to be great when a family stuck together like this.