Chapter 21
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Nellie and girls form a daisy chain, Bethany returns, Frank and Big Mike fuck Mike's new business partner...
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I awoke Wednesday morning to find that the living room furniture had been moved against the walls, nearly blocking the kitchen/dining room entrance. They needed the room for an 8-girl mouth-to-pussy Daisy chain. I woke them up, and demanded that they do it again so I could photograph it from the top of the stairs; one with the Polaroid and a few exposures with the Pentax.
It was a writhing, moaning, groaning uneven octagon of flesh. It looked more like a single sexual entity than eight connected individuals. Little Bethany was the first to cum, causing a chain reaction. My cock was harder and larger than it had ever been.
All of the girls, except Bethany went back to bed, and were asleep in seconds. Nellie showered and dressed for work. Bethany sucked my cock. Her Uncle Willard taught her well. I ejaculated in her mouth. She managed to swallow about half of it without choking or gagging. The rest overflowed. I licked her face clean, and kissed her.
"Can I ride your beard again?"
"Yes, Baby. You can ride it whenever you want. Don't tell the others, but you are my favorite beard rider."
"I told my best friends, Belakane and Funanya, about you and Uncle Willard eating my pussy, but I didn't tell them it was you and Uncle Willard, I said two grown men. I didn't even say nothing about your beard, because they might figure out who you were, like I did. They don't believe me. They say that I'm making it all up."
"How old are your friends?"
"Belakane is six, like me. Funanya is her sister. She's five."
"You tell them that if they want their pussies eaten by a grown man, and promise to keep it secret, you will introduce them to me. And tell them that I love eating little girls' pussies. And tell them they don't have to do anything for me in return."
"They got a 16-year-old uncle who plays with their pussies, and they jack him off. They say that his cock is this long," she said, holding her forefingers about six inches apart. "They don't believe me when I tell them how big yours and Uncle Willard's are. Uncle Willard told me not to tell them about him, because he's afraid that they'll talk and get him in trouble with the cops."
"I'm feeling very lucky today." I ate her pussy again before cleaning up and going to work.
"Everybody loves the repo story," Anne said.
"They probably wouldn't have loved it so much without Betty's photos. That doorway shot is scary."
I was writing a roundup of Bicentennial Fourth of July events and activities for the weekend when Big Mike called.
"I can't believe it, Dude! Me and Willie got appointments to talk to guys at Palmetto State Bank, and the Island Savings and Loan to do their repo work."
"I'm glad for you, Mike.
"Could you drop by on your lunch hour or something? I need to ask something."
"One o'clock?"
"Yeah. I'll be home."
"You don't have to worry about Sgt. Lardass no more. I walked into his office, showed him the picture, and asked him if he knew you and Nellie. He said, 'Yeah. A fucking slut and her cuck.' I bitch slapped and backhanded him and told him that youse guys were my friends, and that I didn't want youse to see his fat ass ever again. He knows me. He thinks I got mob connections. He's a big pussy."
"Cool. Thanks."
"That ain't what I wanted to talk about."
"Well?"
"Does your wife know about you and Nellie?"
"Yes."
"And she don't mind?"
"We have an open marriage. She can have lovers."
"It don't bother you if someone else fucks her?"
"No. I don't think you're her type, if that's where you're going with this. Rough sex isn't her thing."
"Mine neither, except for with Betty. She gets off to it, and I get off to her getting off to it."
I gave him an incredulous look.
"She pissed me off the first time I laid eyes on her. She walked into the bar and looked around, you know, looking down her nose. I expected her to turn around and walk out, but she didn't. She said something about the health inspector shutting the place down, and orders a sangria. It's just a fucking beer joint, man."
I had a difficult time imagining Betty being that rude.
"I tell her that it's just a beer joint, and that she can take her hoity toity ass elsewhere if she wants fancy shit. She doesn't leave. She orders a Heiniken. I pop one open and set it on the bar. She takes out one of those little wet paper towel things, and wiped the bottle down."
"Lens wipe."
"Whatever. I step back, so she can see, and I grab my package and squeeze it, and tell her I got what she needs. I thought that would make her leave, and I'd drink the Heinie. She laughed. It was a mean laugh. And she says that I probably don't know how to use it except with my fist. I said, 'There's only one way to find out, bitch.' and she took me up on it. She asked when I got off work, and I told her I could lock up and fuck her brains out in the store room. She said, 'Do it, asshole.' And we did it."
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"Then, when we got in the storeroom, I had a hard time getting it up, and she laughed at me, and told me I was big on talk but small on action. I slapped her. I'm ashamed to admit it, but she pissed me off, and I slapped her face. She fell back onto the cot. Her legs were spread, and I saw she wasn't wearing no panties under her skirt. And I saw something in her eyes. She wanted me to rape her. She wanted it bad. And that turned me on. My cock got hard, and I shoved it into her cunt. It was wet, man. She was really juiced up. I started fucking, and she says, 'Is that the best you can do, asshole?' Then I really pounded her pussy. I called her a bitch and a whore and a slut, and she fucking loved it. After I came, I shoved my cock in her mouth, and told her to make it hard again if she wanted more. She sucked it and made it hard, and I banged her again."
"Unbelievable."
"Believe it. When we walked out of the storeroom, Johnny, the owner, was behind the bar, and two guys were sitting at the bar drinking beer. They cheered and clapped. I walked Betty out and told her where my apartment was in case she wanted some more. She said, 'Don't hold your breath, buttface.' But she was knocking on my door a week later. And she comes almost every Thursday before six."
It was difficult to imagine Betty wanting this brute. Then I realized it would be difficult for most people who knew me to realize I was a pedophile. I flashed back to the radio drama, The Shadow. "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows."
I opened the door to leave, and saw a small man standing there with his fist raised to knock. He leaned sideways to look behind me. "Mr. Runyon?"
"Yeah?"
"I saw your story in the newspaper," the effeminate voice said. "I have a business proposition."
"Can you stick around, Frank?"
"Yeah."
"Frank Harris?" the diminutive visitor asked.
"Yes."
"I'll get to the point. I am an expert skip tracer, and want to be a bounty hunter."
Both Mike and I stared at the little man and laughed.
"Understandable," he chuckled. "That's why I need you to be my muscle."
"Why should I?"
"Full partnership. We split the bounties 50/50 after expenses. I've already had a contract written up." He handed Mike three fliers offering bounties on men who had skipped bail. "We can have these three by Monday evening. Actually, we can have them by Saturday evening, if you don't mind working on the holiday."
"No shit?"
"No shit. I suggest you have your attorney look over the contract to ensure that I am not cheating you in any way. I need you, and you need me."
"Look at it, Frank."
"I'm no attorney."
"Tell me what you think."
I read through the legalese. "Looks good to me. 50/50 after expenses."
"The expenses will not amount to much. I work out of my house. We don't need an office or employees. I have contacts with the bail bondsmen and the courts here and in Harris County."
"I probably can't get a license. I got a criminal record. Assaults. Theft. It wasn't really a theft. I was collecting a debt for a bookie, and they charged me with strong arm robbery. My lawyer told me to cop to misdemeanor theft."
"I have all the licenses we need."
Mike laughed, "Let's fucking do it! What's your name?"
"David Addison."
"Let's do it, David. Do you smoke?"
"No! I cannot stand tobacco."
"I ain't talking about tobacco."
"Oh. Not since my college days."
"I got some kick ass West African Gangi to celebrate with. Join us, Frank?"
"Why the fuck not?"
"My sentiments exactly," David giggled girlishly. "Why the fuck not?"
Mike pulled a hookah from under his bed, loaded and lit it. He sat on his bed between me and his new partner, and passed the hose to him first, then to me, before taking a toke himself.
The hose passed back and forth several times before Mike asked casually, "You queer?"
"Queerer than a three dollar bill. Is that a problem?"
"Not for me," Mike chuckled. "I fucking love queers. I love having my cock sucked."
"Michael, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership. I dearly love sucking cock."
Mike stood, unzipped, and pulled out his gargantuan manly member.
"Holy Mary, Mother of God!" David gasped. He looked at Big Mike's big phallus, at the hookah and back at the phallus. "Is this an hallucination?"
"Ten and a half inches of rock solid love muscle," Mike boasted.
The phone rang, and Mike picked it up. "What?" … "I don't repo no more, Willie. I'm a bounty hunter now." … "I got me a new partner. He tracks 'em down, and I grab 'em." … "I guess you'll have to find new muscle. Ask Johnny, at the bar. He might know somebody."... "I'm busy right now getting my cock sucked. Go away."
I stood astounded as I watched Mike's massive member disappear into his petite partner's mouth. "Fucking amazing!" I said.
"You want some of this, Frank? He's the best cocksucker I've ever had. There's some wild tongue action going on in there."
I whipped out my 9⅛-inch rod.
"I do believe I've died and gone to homosexual heaven," David sighed.
"Get naked," Mike said. "I wanna see if that ass is as good as your mouth."
Dave quickly undressed, but took his time neatly laying his suit, shirt and tie on the bed.
David's nose was buried in my pubic hairs when Big Mike buried that monster cock in his petite ass.
"Fuck me hard, Michael. You too, Frank. Ram that cock down my throat."
The tongue action was indeed amazing, and I didn't last long. I had never before been involved in a homosexual threesome. In fact my only adult homo experiences had been quickie blow jobs in public restrooms, gay bars, and adult theaters. As good as David was, I preferred my fun and games with Roy and Mickey. And I preferred prepubescent pussy over barely pubescent cock.
Mike pulled out and ejaculated all over David's back.
I stared at his humongous cock, and imagined my daughter jacking it off with both hands and sucking it. I visualized all of my little girlfriends naked in bed with him. I saw my wife straddling him, impaled on that Brobdingnagian ramrod.
"I have to get back to work," I said, getting dressed.
"You gonna do a story about my bounty hunting?"
"Maybe later. Call me when you're taking down a murderer or a drug lord."
As I drove away, I couldn't get the image of Big Mike and my daughter out of my head; her hands wrapped around his massive shaft, and her lips around the bulbous head. My mind's eye saw her joyfully stroking and licking and sucking.
Squealing rubber and crashing metal yanked me out of my reverie. There was a three-vehicle pileup in the intersection a quarter block away. I parked, and was checking for injuries when the police arrived, followed closely by an ambulance and a fire truck. I photographed the first responders' activities.
Betty arrived while I interviewed the accident investigator, and I handed her the exposed roll of film. She was in the darkroom processing the film when I returned to the newsroom. The driver of the northbound Chevy van dropped a lit cigarette between his legs, and was attempting to retrieve it when he ran a red light. The van was struck by an eastbound GMC pickup, and a westbound Buick Skylark. There was major damage to all three vehicles, but the occupants escaped with only minor scrapes, cuts and bruises. The van driver had a hole burnt in the crotch of his polyester pants. I had a photo of him bent over, looking at the hole. I wrote a story and three photo captions. Two photos and captions made it into the paper. The photo of the guy bent over, examining the burn hole, made it to the bulletin board for an impromptu caption writing contest.
"So, what's up with the big asshole?" Betty asked.
"He got a new partner; an expert skip tracer. Now, he's a bounty hunter."
"Is the new one as slimy looking as the last one?"
"Actually he's a dapper little dude. He's gay."
"He told you that?"
"He didn't have to tell me. He's blatantly effeminate. He also fellated me while Mike sodomized him."
"Don't tell me you've become friends with that moronic Neanderthal."
"The kids like him. They think he's a giant teddy bear."
"He's a brainless brute."
"Maybe he's not as brainless as you want him to be. He is illiterate or barely literate. But I think he sees himself as a good guy, and tries to be as good a guy as his circumstances allow."
"Yeah, right. You have to stretch your definition of 'Good' a long long way to fit Big Mike into it."
"He says you went into that bar looking for trouble. He saw the way you look around the place, and expected you to turn around and leave. But you didn't. You went in looking for trouble. You bad-mouthed the place, then you bad-mouthed him."
"He leered at me. He looked at me the way I look at a banana split."
"You wore a skirt without panties. It was the middle of the day, a work day. You never wear skirts when you're working. No photographer does."
"Are you defending that bastard?"
"No. I don't know. Maybe I am. Why didn't you turn around and leave? You knew what kind of place it was. He expected you to get up and leave when he squeezed his cock. But you didn't. You wanted it."
Betty was quiet for a moment, steaming. "When I walked in, I saw his hands on the bar; those gargantuan fucking hands, and I just had to see the cock that went with those battered and callused hands. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted a one time fuck. A quickie. But I was immediately addicted to his dick, and the rough sex. I didn't want to get close. I did not want to have a 'Relationship.' I just wanted him to rape me once in a while."
"He's accepted that fact. He knows you're out of his class. He knows that y'all are just using each other for sexual gratification and nothing else. And he's cool with that. You are the best piece of ass he's ever had."
"He told you that?"
"Do you doubt it?"
"No."
There was a message on the answering machine when I got home. "Frank, Reginald wants to fuck after work. He's leased apartment C-23 at The Enchanted Palms for our assignations. He tells his wife it's a weekly conference with senior staff. I should be home around 7. Love you."
I couldn't remember the last time she said, "I love you." She only said it as an obligatory response to my, "I love yous." She never meant it before.
My little gang was lounging around the shallow end of the pool. I hung up my suit, got into my swim trunks, and joined them. Pauline saw me before the others did, and ran to greet me, hugging my neck and kissing my mouth.
"I have a job," she said.
"What?"
"Daycare. I'll be taking care of Belakane and Funanya Hancock, while their mother works as a waitress at the Downtown Diner from noon 'til 8, Monday thru Friday. Bethany told you about them."
Bethany ran and jumped up on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She kissed my mouth and slipped in a little tongue. "Pauline told Belakane and Fununya that everything I told them about you is true."
Two plump little black girls with inflatable bands around their arms, and a tube around their chests climbed out of the pool and shyly approached me. They had beautiful smiles.
"Hi, Mr. Harris," they said in unison.
"Good afternoon, foxy ladies."
Pauline huddled with the girls and whispered.
They giggled shyly and shook their heads.
"If you want it, you have to ask for it. If you don't ask, you don't get."
I knelt, and the girls put their heads next to mine and whispered in my ears, "Will you eat my pussy?"
"It will be my pleasure."
My gang got up en masse, carrying floats and folding lounges, and trooped to my apartment.
"There's no hurry, girls. Please don't feel like you have to do anything. We'll take our time. I'll do whatever you want, however you want."
"Can we see you do it with Bethany first?"
"Certainly," I replied. "How do you want to do it, Bethany?"
"I want you to lay down and let me ride your beard."
The new girls giggled about riding the beard. "Can we see your thing?" Funanya asked shyly.
"What thing is that?" I asked.
"You know," Belakane giggled. "Your big cock."
"If y'all want to see it, you'll have to undress me."
Funanya quickly grabbed the waistband of my trunks and pulled them down. They both gasped as it sprang free, nearly hitting the 5-year-old's chin.
"Wow!"
"Told ya!" Bethany boasted. "It's a fucking python."
"Fucking python," Funanya giggled.
"It's a giant motherfucker," Belakane said.
"And grandmother fucker," Felicity laughed.
"Huh?"
"It's fucked my mother and my grandmother."
"And my grandmother's titties," Pauline added.
The newbies quickly warmed up to the naughty talk.
I laid down on my back, and Bethany straddled my face. I kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled and tongue-fucked her hot juicy little cunt until she squealed in ecstasy.
When she recovered from her orgasm, Belakane said, "You sounded like it hurt."
"No! It didn't hurt, it just felt so fucking good when I came."
"We've had cums. But we didn't squeal like that."
"You've only had little cums," Pauline explained. "Mr. Harris gives big cums. Cums you feel from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I've had a lot of men eat my pussy. No man does it like Mr. Harris. I close my eyes, and it's like I'm being eaten by a lesbian."
The sisters watched me cunnilinguize Bethany, Pauline, Felicity, and Wendy before they were ready. I never tired of performing cunnilingus. Both girls swooned with their orgasms, then got in line to have it done again.
Pauline and Felicity taught them how to perform fellatio. They were eager and apt pupils.
I ordered pizzas, which arrived with Nellie.
"How was Reginald?"
"Not bad. I'm going to take my sex toys over there later. I think we'll be using the apartment for 'business luncheons' as well as weekly senior staff meetings," Nellie said. "Would you believe C-23 is the same apartment where Bobby fucked me?"
"I don't suppose you told Reginald about that."
"You want to go check it out after we eat? I want to take the toys and some nighties and bathroom stuff over there." Then she chuckled naughtily, "And I want to fuck you in Reginald's bed."
I told her all about my day.
"You're not turning queer on me, are you? Not now that I've learned to appreciate your cock and tongue."
"I've been getting homosexual blowjobs since I was 18 and in the Navy. After we married, you showed little interest in fucking, and none in sucking. There's a restroom in the basement of the Lakeview Mall where there's almost always a cocksucker waiting in one of the stalls. There's another one at the county park. There's an adult bookstore, an adult theater, and a bathhouse in an old strip mall just north of the city limits, and a block east of Palmetto Highway. I can pretty much get a blowjob any time of the day or night 365 days a year."
"You're really bisexual."
"I prefer ambisexual. But I have a marked preference for heterosex. I LOVE pussy, and I do not like kissing men. Given the right circumstances, I'll suck a cock, but I will not, under any circumstances, kiss another man's mouth. I love French kissing women and girls. Without kissing, the sex act is incomplete."
"It's the difference between making love and merely fucking," Nellie said. "Last night, I discovered that I get off on kissing another woman. It was especially erotic with her husband watching."
"You love being naughty for an audience."
"I do! I do! When I was 12, my father caught me undressing in my bedroom with the curtains open. I knew that the old man across the street could see me. Daddy spanked my butt. I wore short skirts, as short as my parents would allow. I always got skirts with wide waistbands, so I could fold them over and make the skirts shorter."
"And then, Dr. Georgie came along."
"He loved showing me off, and bought sexy skimpy outfits to wear. I acted shy and reluctant at first, and acted like I was doing him a big favor. But he saw through my act, and knew I wanted to be a naughty girl."
"Why were you never naughty with me?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't respect me. And I had a need to exercise authority over you. I saw you as immature. I thought you needed a mother, not a wife."
I laughed, "So you became my mean stepmother. You did make me feel like an unwanted stepchild."
"I'm sorry about that. I really am. I resented you for your lack of ambition."
"I am not unambitious. I strive to be the best newspaper reporter and photographer I can be."
"But you have no drive to move up. You don't want to become an editor or publisher. You don't want to take charge."
"No. I don't. Giving orders is not my idea of fun. What the fuck is wrong with enjoying being who I am, where I am, and doing what I love doing?"
Nellie thought about it before chuckling, "It's downright unAmerican. It's not the American Way. You're supposed to want to get ahead; to make more money; to own more stuff."
"Since we married, you've been one of the unhappiest people I've ever known. You've never been happy with what you had, where you were, or who you were with. You spent so much time wanting what you didn't have, that you didn't take time to enjoy the things you did have."
"Growing up with three brothers, and Daddy in the Army, we were always on a tight budget. We were always moving until he retired. I wanted to settle down, have a good home, and not have to pinch pennies."
"Television, movies and magazines exalted 'The Good Life', and programmed people to be compulsive consumers," I said. "Credit cards made buying easy. Buy, Buy, Buy. Now, we're paying for stuff we don't even own any more. We're still paying for Christmas '73. There are clothes in the closet that still have the price tags."
"You're right. It is a compulsion. I can't seem to stop myself."
"Let's go check out Reginald's Love Nest, and his bed."
Nellie gathered up some clothes, negligees and the strap-on dildo, and we carried it out to her car. Roy and Mickey were hanging out at the laundromat.
"Hey, guys. Want to go for a little trip down memory lane to the Enchanted Palms, in the apartment where you saw Bobby fucking my wife?"
"Yeah."
"Cool!"
"Nellie, get in the back seat with the boys, so they can molest you on the way to Reginald's Love Nest, and get you in the mood for fucking."
She didn't hesitate. "Keep both eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel until we get there. We want to arrive alive."
The boys sucked her titties and finger-fucked her all the way there. I parked at the back door of the one bedroom ground floor flat. Bobby walked out of the adjacent apartment as we entered.
"Good evening, Bobby," Nellie said icily, as she walked toward the apartment holding Roy's and Mickey's hands.
"Hi, Bobby," Mickey greeted.
"What's happening, Dude?" Roy said.
Neither boy attempted to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
I followed them into the apartment, carrying the clothes with the sexy negligee on prominent display.
We had a furious four-way fuckfest on Reginald's bed. She bathed while I washed the linens and the boys remade the bed.
Bobby and the maintenance man were replacing a dysfunctional dryer with a new one. The sheets and I reeked of cum and cunt juice. It was in my beard and pubes.
"How long does the washing machine run?" I asked.
"About 35 minutes," the maintenance men said.
I returned to the apartment, and showered with the boys. Mickey sucked my cock.
"You're really good, Mickey."
"I love it, Frank. I love sucking men's cocks. I like women and girls too. But I like men better. I want big cocks."
After the bedclothes were washed, dried and folded, we returned to The Enchanted Garden and went to bed.
"I'm really excited about the topless dancing thing," Nellie said before we drifted off to sleep.
"I Love Sluts" concludes with Chapter 22 Nellie performs at a strip club, dumps Reggie with style, and Big Mike gets it on with Frank's cadre of little girls....
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