Chapter 20
(MMMMMMggggggg orgies, FMF, Mg, oral)
Despite Betty's loathing for Big Mike, she and Frank do a story on him as a repo man, and Felicity admires the big bulge in Big Mike's pants. Nellie does some marriage counseling with Jake and Marlene...
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I woke with Peggy, Wendy, Linda and Alice licking my cock. Felicity supervised.
"Where's your mother?" I asked.
"She's spending the night with Linda and Alice's aunt and uncle. They're spending the night here."
I moaned as Wendy, the youngest and smallest of the girls, took about four inches of cock into her mouth. Then, they made it a competition with Felicity as the judge. Peggy won.
Felicity got on the phone, calling her Granddad, grandunk and Alex Crowley. "Orgy time," she said to each. "I want my new friends to see me getting fucked."
Twenty minutes later we invaded Sarge and Riley's apartment. Felicity said all of the men had to fuck her at least once before they could play with the other girls. And all of the other girls wanted to be played with. She also wanted her friends to watch me clean her pussy after each man fucked her. Peggy and Wendy gave me mouthfuls of cum.
I think I fell asleep while one of the girls was riding my beard.
"Damn!" Nellie said, waking me. "This place smells like a cum factory."
She was dressed for work.
"How was your slumber party?" I asked.
"Fun. I'll tell you about it this evening."
I shaved and showered.
Pauline was lying in my bed nude when I got out of the shower. "Did you miss me, Frank?" she asked.
"Yes! Yes, I did," I said, diving into bed with her. I bathed her with kisses from head to toe. I don't know where the energy came from. Before seeing her lying in my bed, I felt drained. Exhausted. By the time we finished fucking, I was an hour late for work.
Betty beckoned me to the darkroom when I entered the newsroom. "I went to Mike's apartment, and read him the riot act. I called him a dumb fuck, I slapped his face, and told him that he would never, never, see me again if I saw him anywhere near the newsroom, and that if he saw me on the street, he had better steer clear. The only time I wanted to see him was in his apartment for a fast and furious fuck."
"How did he take it?"
"He was cowed for a few minutes, before saying, ‘No bitch slut can talk to me like that.' He ripped off my clothes, threw me onto the bed and raped me. It was wonderful."
"He ripped your clothes off?"
"I made him go out and buy me a shirt and jeans. The son of a bitch went to the Salvation Army."
"Everything's back to normal?"
"He wants to talk to you. He lives in apartment number two, above Barney's Bar."
"Does he intend to do me harm?"
"No. He likes you. He respects you."
"He told you that?"
"No. But I could tell."
I asked Anne if she had any assignments for me.
"Go out and do your thing."
I went to Big Mike's apartment. He wasn't home. He was downstairs, tending bar.
"I wanna thank you for the, uh... you know... advice you gave me about Betty."
"Honestly, I did it for Betty, not you."
"If it wasn't for you, I would have fucked everything up. Want a beer?"
"No. I'm on the wagon. Do you have ginger ale?"
"You and Betty got a thing going?" he asked.
"We've had a thing going for a few years."
"It don't piss you off that I'm fucking her?"
"I don't own her. She's my best friend. She doesn't tell me who I can fuck. I don't tell her who she can fuck."
"I asked her about you. She said that her personal life was none of my fucking business. She's pissed that I know her name. She says that she doesn't want to hear me say her name ever again. She really don't like me."
"She loves your cock, and the way you fuck. I bet she's the best piece of ass you've ever had."
"Yeah, she is."
"Be happy with what you've got. Don't worry about what you don't have," I said. "That'll make you crazy. I have to get to work."
"I owe you, Dude. If you ever need back-up, I'll be there."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah!"
I told him about Sgt. Lardass at the mall. "I don't want you to hurt him. I just want him to stay away from me and my wife."
"No problem, Dude. Consider it done."
"You're a repo man?"
"Yeah. I do work for three used car lots, and a finance company."
"I want to do a story on repo men. Could I interview you?"
"A story about me? In the paper?"
"If you want. If you don't, I'll understand."
"It might be good for business."
"You work alone?"
"No. I got a partner; Slick Willie. He's the mouth. I'm the muscle. He tries to sweet talk them out of a payment with interest. I intimidate."
"Could I tag along on a job? I'll stay out of the way and shoot."
"Shoot?"
"Photograph."
"Betty won't do the shooting?"
"I don't know. Maybe she'd go for it." I said. "Don't be disappointed if the answer is no." I gave him my business card and my home phone number.
I called Betty from the bar, and laid out the story idea.
"Gritty shit! I fucking love it! Count me in."
Mike called Slick Willie, who arrived fifteen minutes later. He was in his mid 30s, 5'8" slender, wearing a black pinstriped suit. Fine red pinstripes. If he was in the movies, he'd be typecast as a snake oil salesman. He was, in fact, a used car salesman, as well as a repo man.
Mike told him what I wanted to do.
"I get to approve the story before it's published," he said.
"Wrong." I said. "I'll let you see it before publication. But you can't even suggest changes."
"I don't like it," Slick Willie said.
Mike got nose to nose with the smaller man and growled, "I don't give a fuck what you like or don't like, Willie. We're doing it, or I get me a new partner."
Slick Willie quickly withdrew his demand for editorial oversight.
I took notes while they told me about past repo adventures, including being shot at. Big Mike had been stabbed on two occasions, and still managed to repossess the car before being treated at the emergency room, where his assailants had already been admitted with compound fractures and concussions.
When I got back to the newsroom, Betty told me Big Mike called, and said they'd be repossessing a green 1972 Cadillac at 6 o'clock. We were to meet them at the Classic Cars lot at Main & Oak streets at 5:30.
I went to The Enchanted Garden, and found the girls in the pool. Pauline got out, ran to me, took my hand, led me to my apartment, upstairs to the bedroom, and undressed me. "I've missed you and your monster cock," she said, going down to her knees and expertly performing fellatio. It was still difficult for me to believe she was only 11 years old.
I filled her in on everything that had transpired while she was away.
She said she fucked a hospital custodian in a cleaning equipment closet, a security guard in the back seat of her grandmother's car in the parking garage, and a male nurse in Lula's sister's hospital room the night before they pulled the plug. "She sensed it. I know she did, and she enjoyed it."
We tried a sixty-nine, but I'm not good at it. I have a one-track mind. I am not a multi-tasker. I'm either focused on my cock or my tongue. I can't do both well.
I was eating her pussy and pinching her nipples when I had a vision of the mouth and the muscle standing in my doorway. Big Mike standing behind Slick Willie, looming over him. Let the readers see what the repossessees see standing just outside their door.
"Excuse me, Pauline. I have to make a phone call."
I called the newsroom. Betty was in the darkroom, processing film. I left a message for her to call me at home.
She returned my call ten minutes later, and I told her my idea. "We'll have them pose at my back door after they finish the job this evening."
"Do you really want that animal knowing where you live?"
"Can you think of somewhere else we can do it on a moment's notice?"
"I'll think about it. You're right. That photo has to go with the story. We'll have to do it with Willie a step or two in the apartment, and Mike filling the doorway. Vertical, with a wide angle lens to give a bit of distortion. I Love It!"
I returned my attention to Pauline. "Sorry about that."
"I saw it!" she gushed. "I saw what you imagined. It's fucking scary."
Betty and I drove to Classic Cars in our own cars. When we got out, she said, "Get Slick Willie aside. I want to talk to Mike privately for a moment."
I asked Willie a few inane questions while Betty confronted Mike. She was not happy with him.
Classic Cars owner drooled over my Mustang. "How much do you want for this baby?" he asked.
"Not for sale!"
"I can give you…"
"Shut the fuck up! I don't want to know what it's worth. It is not for sale."
We got into the back seat of a police patrol car that had all of the decals removed. It still looked like a patrol car. Mike drove, Betty steamed. Slick Willie turned around, and gave Betty the once over.
"How would you like for me to gouge your fucking eyes out?" Betty snarled.
"She'll do it, Willie," Mike warned. "Do not fuck with that woman."
The Caddy was covered with a tarp under the carport of the Enchanted Palms Apartments. Betty photographed Willie unlocking it, empting the glove compartment into a zip lock baggie, then taking everything but the spare tire out of the trunk and setting it aside.
We then followed Mike to the debtor's apartment, where he informed the guy that his Caddy was being repossessed.
The guy ran to the parking lot and flung himself onto the hood, as Willie was backing out of the spot. The man wasn't small, but Mike picked him up by the waist, and gently set him down, and explained how much money it would take to get his car back. "Mr. Packer said that he could refinance it for you at lower monthly payments."
Betty and I got into the patrol car with Mike driving, her in the back seat, me riding shotgun.
"You just had to tell him. Didn't you, asshole!"
"Betty," I said, trying to calm her down. "Do you really believe anybody's going to believe either of these guys?"
"Yeah!" Mike agreed. "I don't fucking believe it my own self sometimes. It's like a fucking wet dream."
"Don't you dare tell anyone else. And tell Ratface to keep his mouth shut."
We returned to the lot, where I told Mike and Willie about the doorway shot. We went in our separate vehicles.
When we got to the apartment, it was full of bikini clad prepubescent hotties, including 6-year-old Bethany, who had rejoined the group since Pauline returned. To put icing on the cake, Nellie was wearing her red hotpants, halter top and patent leather pumps over a black mesh catsuit . Her lipstick matched the patent leather.
The crowd stood behind me and Betty while she posed the men and shot them from different angles.
"Get those lecherous grins off your faces. Look serious."
In the end, she chose the shot with the leer. It made them look dangerously demented.
Slick Willie left as soon as Betty finished shooting. Mike explained that he had to spend his money on cocaine and a cheap hooker. Betty left because she wanted to process the film quickly. I decided to write the story at home.
"Hi. I'm Filly. Who are you?" she asked, extending her hand.
"I'm Mike Runyon," he said, shaking her hand.
"Wow!" Felicity giggled. "You've got really big hands. Even bigger than Daddy's hands."
"I'm a lot bigger than your daddy. That's why I'm called Big Mike."
Felicity introduced Mike to her friends, and watched his crotch bulge grow.
"Are you going to introduce us, Frank?" Nellie asked.
"Big Mike. My wife, Nellie, in exhibitionist mode."
"My husband wants me to dress like this. He wants me to be an exhibitionist. He likes me being an exhibitionist."
"I can see why," Mike said. "I like looking at you. I like looking at a woman who wants to be looked at. That's why I go to topless bars. Those ladies want to be stared at. If you really like showing off, you should go to amateur night Wednesday at Vixens from 7 till 10. I'm one of the bouncers then."
I tuned everyone out and wrote my story. There was no way to transmit the story to the Chronicle's newsroom, so I had to hand carry it.
"May I go with you?" Pauline asked.
"Sure, if you want. I'll be there for an hour or more."
All the girls wanted to go, and piled into the mustang. Big Mike took my departure as a signal for him to leave. He pulled me to the side, and whispered, "You gotta be the luckiest motherfucker I've ever met. You got Betty, and a hot wife, and all of those little hotties who think that you are the coolest dude in town. I ain't no pervy pedo, but those flirty little girls in their tiny bikinis could change a man's mind."
"You're right about that, Mike. Those flirty little nymphs could change a man's mind. They surely could."
Five minutes later, I entered the newsroom with my nearly nude prepubescent entourage, and handed the story to Joel. He showed me a 6x10 print of Big Mike and Slick Willie in my doorway.
"Is that the brute Anne told me about? The one who wanted to see Betty?"
"That's him."
"Why did he want to see her? Anne said you talked to him out in the parking lot."
"Ask Betty."
"She said that it's none of my fucking business."
"If Betty says it's none of your fucking business, it's none of your fucking business."
I sat at my desk and sorted through the press releases and letters in my inbox. Grady Trafton, the sports editor, came to me and asked, "Are we having a bathing suit edition, like Sports Illustrated?"
"Enchanted Garden Girls," I replied. "I bet management would buy a full page full color ad for that."
"That's a hell of an idea," David Lyons, the ad director, said. He had followed my scantily clad entourage into the newsroom. "I'll pitch the idea of a beauty contest to Robert Woods. Girls from all of the Enchanted Properties vying for the title of Miss Enchanted or Enchanted Miss or whatever."
Betty came out of the lab, and showed me all of the repossession photos.
"You're really good, Girl," I said.
"Don't call me ‘Girl,' asshole."
"You're really good, woman."
"Better."
The girls piled into the Mustang, and I headed home.
"Let's all get naked," Bethany said.
As I pulled into the parking lot, she said, "I dare y'all to run to the apartment naked."
The Mustang's front bumper was less than 7 feet from the back door. There was less than 12 feet from the car doors to the apartment door. The girls piled out en masse, and dashed to the back door. It was locked.
I fumbled the keys, getting them out of my pocket, picked them up, and tried to insert the wrong key. The door finally opened and the giggling girls rushed in.
"What's going on?" Nellie asked.
"Why'd you lock the door?"
"I didn't."
"Who did? You were the only one here when we left."
"It had to be Big Mike. He was the last one out. He must have turned the switch on the doorknob as he was going out."
"That must be it."
"Can you believe he told me I should go to amateur night at a topless bar?"
"You like the idea of showing off your tits to a bunch of rowdy drunks."
"No!"
"Yeah, you do. If you want to do it, let's fucking do it."
"I couldn't."
"Then forget it. I got the impression that the idea of exhibiting your titties titillated you."
"Not as much as it titillates you."
"I admit it. I like the idea of you dancing topless on stage for a bunch of drunks."
"You're not worried that I might get molested?"
"Big Mike will be there to protect you. He said he's one of the Wednesday night bouncers."
"He is big," Nellie said.
"And he's got a really big cock too," Felicity giggled. "Bigger than Daddy's cock."
"No shit!?!" Bethany gasped. "Bigger than the fucking python?"
"Didn't you see the bulge in his pants when he was staring at Mom?"
"Betty says it's a huge sausage, and he knows how to use it, and has more stamina than any man who's ever fucked her before."
"He's fucked Betty!?!" Nellie wondered. "He just doesn't seem her type."
"He's not. She hates his guts, but loves his cock." I explained how they got together, and their sexual relationship. "They insult each other, and he rapes her."
"He's a brutal brute," Pauline said. "Some women get into rough sex. Lula has a lover like that. They do it about once a month."
"I thought he was sweet," Bethany said. "Like a big giant teddy bear."
"Maybe Betty just brings out the worst in him," I said. "Or, maybe he's a giant teddy bear around little girls."
"I didn't feel threatened," Nellie said. "He seemed nice. Not very bright, but nice."
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Frank?"
"Yeah."
"Mike here. Could I have a picture of you and your wife? I want to show it to Sgt. Lardass, so he'll know who it is that he's supposed to stay away from."
"Sure. I'll borrow a Polaroid camera from my neighbor, and have Felicity shoot us for you."
Then to Felicity, "Go next door, and get Sarge's Polaroid."
"You could bring it to my apartment tomorrow, or I could come to yours a little later if you're going to take the picture now."
"It's up to you, Big Mike. Either way is fine with me."
"I'll be there in about a half hour. Is that O.K.?"
"We'll be here."
Felicity returned and photographed us standing side by side. Then I took three shots of the girls lounging on our king sized bed, and smiling seductively at the camera.
I placed the photos on the coffee table a couple of minutes before Big Mike arrived. I answered the door.
"Do you have a few minutes, Mike? We want to ask about amateur night at Vixens." I asked, guiding him to the living room couch, where he sat between us.
"Really? You're really thinking about going, Mrs. Harris?"
"Call me Nellie. We're discussing it."
"Nellie's worried about her safety."
"You'll be safe. Don't worry about that. Everybody knows the rules. Nobody touches the dancers. Even when they're sitting at a table with a customer, there's no touching. You get kicked out and banned. There's me and another paid bouncer, and a doorman to take care of rowdies. Plus, there are a few regulars who volunteer to help if needed."
"What's the prize for winning?" Nellie asked.
"Two hundred dollars. But... er…"
"You're not going to win," I said. "If you think you have a chance, you'll be disappointed."
"I took dance classes from the time I was five until I was 14."
"Your boobs are too small to win. You'd have to jump up and down to make them jiggle a little bit."
"He's right," Mike sighed. "Big boobs get the votes every time."
"You won't be doing it for money. You'll do it because it's hot. You'll do it because you'll be able to show a bunch of men everything but your pussy. And you'll be safer there than on our slut strolls."
"You know," Mike said. "Sometimes naked ain't as sexy as some clothes. That outfit you're wearing now is really hot. It's so…"
"Naughty?" I suggested.
"Yeah. It's naughtier than nudity," Mike said, trying not to stare at the photos of the girls on the coffee table.
"Do you want to do it, Babe?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll do it. Do I have to register or something?"
"Show up around 7 and sign up."
Mike looked at Felicity, "What do you think about your Momma dancing topless in front of a bunch of men?"
"I like it. Do you think they'd let me dance there? I don't have any titties."
"Oh no! We'd all go to jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor or some such sh... thing. The dancers have to prove that they're at least 18 years old."
"Big Mike's right about clothing sometimes being sexier than full nudity," I said. "I think those barely there bikinis are sexier than you'd be totally naked.
"What do you think, Big Mike?"
"Well, uh. They are kind of…"
"Before we left to go to the Chronicle, he said that he wasn't a pervy pedo, but those flirty little girls in their tiny bikinis could change a man's mind."
Big Mike blushed. "Well... uh…"
"Did you really say that, Big Mike?" Felicity asked.
"Yeah," he said in a whisper. "I guess I did."
Bethany asked, "Do you really think that we're sexy?"
"You know, I really shouldn't say that. I could get in trouble."
"We won't tell nobody," Wendy said.
He looked at me and Nellie.
We zipped our lips.
"Dad and Mom won't tell on you. You can say anything you feel like saying."
"You can be honest here," Pauline said. "Really honest."
"Y'all are all so hot. So fu... sexy."
"You can say ‘fucking' if you want to," Wendy said. "Mr. and Mrs. Harris don't get on to us when we say 'fucking', or any other naughty words."
"Daddy acts like there are no kids around, and we act like there are no grownups around."
"When you were a kid, did you and your friends act differently around adults?" Pauline asked.
"Yeah. Our parents would have beat the shit out of us if we talked to them like we talked to each other when they weren't around." he said.
"We like being able to be ourselves around grownups, and having some grownups be themselves around us," Pauline explained.
Big Mike got nervous. "I gotta go. I got stuff to do. I'll see youse guys later," he said, picking up the photo of Nellie and me. He stared longingly at the photo of the girls.
"You can have one or two of those if you want," I said.
"I don't know. I wouldn't want the cops to catch me with one."
"They're not pornographic," I said. "There's no suggestion of sexual activity."
He grabbed one, paused and picked up another, and quickly headed toward the back door.
"Mike?" I called.
He turned around. "What?"
"We'll see you tomorrow evening at Vixens."
"Yeah, right." He turned and left.
"Did you see that bulge, Mom?"
"That was truly monstrous."
"I almost forgot. How was your slumber party with Jake and Marlene?"
"Fun! I feel like a marriage counselor."
"She's having an affair she wants to continue, but feels guilty for cheating on Jake. She doesn't want to do anything to hurt their relationship. He wants to resume fucking his sister, but he doesn't want to hurt Marlene's feelings or endanger the relationship."
"Marriage counselor?" I asked.
"It's weird, I know. But while we were riding the Ferris wheel together, he mentioned that one of his lifelong fantasies was having two women at one time. I offered to be the other woman, and convinced Marlene that I had no desire to steal her husband. I went home with them. He is an excellent pussy eater; as good as you. And I told her how lucky she was to have him. After our threesome, she confessed to her affair. He confessed his incestuous desires. Neither of them were really into the swinging scene, except that he really got off to watching me and his wife making out. She was into it too. They're both getting what they want, and their marriage is even stronger than before."
"Did you like the girl-girl action?" I asked.
"I fucking loved it! Both you and Jake are excellent at eating pussy, but only a woman knows what another woman wants and is feeling at the time."
"Like men are better cocksuckers than women, because women can't really know what a guy's feeling at every moment. They can't experience a blowjob."
"Let's have a girl orgy!" Wendy cheered.
Nellie stripped, and joined Felicity, Pauline, Peggy, Wendy, Linda, Alice and Bethany in an all girl orgy. I photographed the activities in 35mm black and white. I could process the film in our bathroom. I didn't have an enlarger or lab facilities to make prints. I'd have to go to the Chronicle in the wee hours, when no one was there to print.
In Chapter 21 Nellie and girls form a daisy chain, Bethany returns, Frank and Big Mike fuck Mike's new business partner...
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