Chapter 3
(Mg, Mgg, oral, MM-implied)
Frank, Sarge & Alex get acquainted. Frank learns Felicity's sexual history, and becomes a prepubescent pussy addict...
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I knocked on Sarge's door at 9:45, and handed him my mini-cassette recorder. "You'll want to listen to this," I said.
"You've bugged my fucking apartment?"
"I have a suction cup microphone I use to record telephone interviews by sticking the suction cup to the handset. I stuck it to your window."
"You knew Filly was here?" he asked while his confident look faded.
"I came home from work early, and saw her going up the stairs. Your stairs... So I watched your apartment from her bedroom window. When I saw you leave to go on patrol, and saw her step out on your porch... naked. After you returned, I snuck up and stuck the mic to your window. I heard it all... everything, including the phone call you put on speaker. Then I hid behind the dumpsters when you left again."
"You didn't know about us before this?"
"I didn't have a clue," I replied. "I couldn't have imagined it."
"It didn't bother you? You didn't get upset?" He sounded cool as a cucumber, but I could sense his tenseness as he prepared to defend himself.
"It bothered the hell out of me that it didn't bother me," I said and I sensed him relaxing a little. "When I saw my 10-year-old daughter naked on your porch, waving to you, I got the biggest hardest erection I've ever had. Knowing that she was in a sexual relationship with a 55-year-old man, was incredibly arousing."
"And you didn't get upset?"
I shook my head with a sheepish grin. "Should have, but... I'm not." He grinned back.
"And then, listening to her talk to that guy, Riley!" I continued. "My God! I discover that my little girl is a fucking slut who loves being a fucking slut. From her own mouth I hear that Felicity wants a cock in her cunt and another cock in her mouth at the same time.
"Hope you don't mind, but I jacked off on your porch." Sarge snorted and grinned.
I continued, "If she loves being a cock loving slut, I love her being a cock-loving slut."
"Does she know?"
"Felicity, Pauline, Peggy and Wendy listened to the tape a few hours ago. Nellie came home, so we didn't get an opportunity to discuss it, other than to let her know I was happy if she was happy."
"Are you going to fuck her?" he asked with a grin.
"I'm afraid I would hurt her. My cock is pretty big."
"Yeah. She told me about walking in on you last month when you gift wrapped your cock for your wife. It wasn't the first time she had seen it, but it was the closest she'd seen it."
"I thought it was as hard as it could get before she walked into the bathroom. Then I saw her staring at it, wide-eyed and open mouthed. I thought I was going to cum all over her. My cockhead was less than a foot from her open mouth. Then she grinned and giggled."
"She said that she saw it again one day a couple of weeks later," Sarge said completely relaxed now that he knew he was safe, "when you forgot that school let out at noon. She said that you opened the bathroom door just as she got to the top of the stairs. She said that you both just froze for a moment before you stepped back and closed the door."
"I didn't forget. I knew she would be coming home a little after noon. I lied to her. I didn't want her to know that her pervert father wanted to expose himself to her. And, I didn't think her friends would be with her. That was even a bigger turn-on."
"They loved it!" Sarge laughed. "Especially that little nympho, Pauline. She wants you to fuck her, you know. She thinks that she can handle it."
Then he surprised me by asking, "Can I see it? I've heard so much about it."
I started to unzip my pants when Alex knocked on the door and was invited in.
"Frank was about to show me that cock I've heard so much about," Sarge said to Alex.
"The famous fantastic phallus. The massive manly member. The prodigious prick," Alex laughed. "Whip it out."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said grinning.
"I'm afraid you'll be terribly unimpressed by our miniscule members," Alex said.
"I've never seen dicks that fucked my daughter," I quipped. "That, in itself, is impressive."
Sarge pulled his 4 ¾ inch erection out. It stuck straight out, with a head that looked like it belonged on a longer, thicker penis. It looked like a mushroom head.
Alex's 4 ½ inches had a slight upward curve.
I exposed my erect 9 ? inch penis. It stuck out at a slight downward angle.
"Holy shit!" Sarge exclaimed.
"Good Lord! Frank. That is frightening."
"A queer in a gay bar said it was the most gorgeous cock he had ever seen."
"You're bi?" Sarge asked.
"Sort of, I guess. I love having my cock sucked, and men are better cocksuckers than women."
Sarge chuckled, "I had public restroom queers suck my cock a few times in my early teens. Between 12 and 15, beforer the local cops started cracking down. They wound up busting the guys that wanted their cocks sucked, instead of the cocksuckers."
"I'm AC/DC," Alex admitted. "I swing both ways. It's all good. I'm into elementary age girls, and middle school aged boys."
"You're married. Aren't you, Alex?" I asked.
"Yes. My lovely Annibell Lea and I have enjoyed wedded bliss for 30 years. She's into barely legal and almost legal boys. She loves having me watch, and I love watching. And sometimes, we role play with men in their mid 20s to mid 30s. She plays the Dominatrix, and I play the subservient humiliated cuckold."
"Really!?!" Sarge asked. "You get off to that?"
"Indeed, I do," Alex laughed.
"The other guys know it's role playing. Right?" Sarge said.
"Oh no! That wouldn't be fun. It's fun, making them believe. We are excellent actors."
"Too weird for me," Sarge said shaking his head.
I remembered the tape, and handed the recorder to Alex. "You have to hear this."
"Listen to it in the car," Sarge said. "I have to patrol my clients' properties."
Alex got into the rear seat, and I rode shotgun. I told Alex how and why the recording was made.
"This is amazing," Alex said after he finished listening. "I have a friend who could clean it up, eliminate the static and background noises, and bring up the volume. Maybe not broadcast quality, but really good."
"You trust him?"
"With my life."
We rode in silence for a while before Alex said, "From what I hear, you and Felicity haven't engaged in any sexual activities."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"I'm her Dad. I didn't think she would be into it."
"You weren't tempted?"
"God! Was I ever tempted. Since around her 8th birthday. It got to the point where I wouldn't let her sit in my lap anymore, because she would wiggle and squirm and grind her butt into my crotch, and give me an incredible hard-on."
Alex chuckled, "She knew exactly what she was doing, Frank. All girls do.
"You've never played around with little girls?" he added.
"Like I told Sarge, nothing beyond ‘accidental' fondling of nieces and friends' daughters."
"Tell me. How did y'all get started with my daughter?"
Sarge said, "You moved into your apartment the same day I started work. I walked into the Laundromat to buy Fritos from the snack machine. Filly was there getting a Dr. Pepper, wearing a pink leotard that was almost too small for her. It didn't leave much to the imagination. She has a plump pussy," glancing over at me momentarily with a grin, "and the leotard camel toed into it. I whistled at her. She grinned and giggled, and said, ‘Hi. I'm Felicity. I'm a dancer and an actress. Who are you?'
"I said, ‘I'm a dirty old man.' I didn't mean to say it out loud, but I did.
"She looked straight at the bulge in my pants, and laughed, and said, ‘I can see that. What's your name?' I told her my name, and that I was the new security guard here, and that I lived in the apartment upstairs. She wanted to see the apartment. She told me that her parents thought that she was in dance class, but the class was canceled because the teacher was sick.
"I took her upstairs, and she said, ‘You don't have a bed.' I told her that it was a Murphy bed, hidden in the wall. I pulled it down, and she did a flip. Landing on her back on the bed. The impact caused the leotard crotch snaps to pop loose, exposing her plump pussy. I'm pretty sure that my eyes were the size of saucers, my mouth was probably hanging open, and I might have been drooling.
"You know what she said?" He glanced at me again. "She said, ‘Do you like my pussy?'
"I said something like, ‘your pussy looks good enough to eat.' and she said, ‘Eat my pussy.' And that's how it began. I later found out that I wasn't the first. Her Uncle Larry, Grandpa O'Hara, a dance instructor, and Alex had all been there before me."
Alex chuckled, "I accepted Felicity into my Young Thespians Troupe when she was 6 years old, on the recommendation of her dance teacher, Madeleine Griego. I normally don't accept children until they have completed first grade. Madeleine said the girl was extremely talented, precocious, and very naughty. She confided in Madeleine that she had been masturbating her Uncle Larry for as long as she could remember, and loved making his thing squirt white stuff. She also told her that she had recently started sucking it for him. And he licked her pussy, but wasn't very good at it.
"Of course, she didn't know he wasn't very good at it until Madeleine showed her how it was supposed to be done. Felicity says I'm almost as good a cunt licker as Madeleine."
"Oh, my God!" I muttered. "I can't believe what I've missed."
"A few boys in the troupe fucked her before I did. Now, she doesn't want to have anything to do with boys. She loves men."
Sarge said, "So, you're in a monogamous relationship with your wife, other than occasional excursions to gay bars for blow jobs?"
"Not exactly monogamous. I frequently have assignations with happily married women."
"They wouldn't have assignations if they were happily married."
"Au contraire, mon amie. My extramarital partners love their husbands, and their children and the security of their home life. But after four or five years, hubbies begin to take their wives for granted. The initial ardor wanes, and hubby may be unadventurous in bed. He no longer makes her feel sexy. She needs a little fling... an adventure. She needs a lover who'll make her feel young and sexy again. That's me. That's what I do."
"What about your wife? What if you found out that she was cheating on you?" Sarge asked.
I thought about it for a full minute. I couldn't imagine her fucking. "My wife is frigid. She doesn't enjoy sex. She never has."
"Maybe she enjoys it with someone else," Sarge said. "How long have you two been married?"
"A little over 12 years."
Alex joined in. "Maybe that monster cock is too much for her, and she's found a better fit. What would you do if you found out another man was fucking her?"
"Do y'all know something I don't?" I asked thinking that I had been cuckolded.
"No," Sarge laughed. "We're just conjecturing. What's good for the gander is good for the goose."
"If she's not happily married, maybe she's shopping for another husband," Alex suggested.
"Nellie wouldn't do that. A divorce would devastate Felicity. Nellie loves her too much to do that."
"What would you do if you found out she was having a fling?"
"I guess I would suggest an open marriage arrangement. One of my lovers has an open relationship with her husband. He sometimes joins us."
"How fucking civilized!" Sarge said.
"Open marriages only work when the relationship is strong," Alex said. "It never works to strengthen a weak relationship."
"You speak from experience?" I asked.
"I speak from experience," Alex replied.
I tried to visualize another man fucking Nellie. Alex or Sarge or anyone at the Chronicle. I couldn't conjure up an image. I just couldn't see Mrs. Prim and Proper getting down, and doing the dirty.
Sarge completed his rounds, and drove back to his apartment. "Could I get you something to drink? Beer? Bourbon? Rum? Vodka?" he offered.
"I drank up my quota 20 years ago," Alex said.
"I'm on the wagon for the weekend," I said. "Nellie doesn't believe I can go two whole days without a drink."
"Good luck," Sarge chuckled. "I wouldn't even think about trying. I pretty much keep a little buzz on."
"Are you A.A.?" I asked Alex.
"I live by the 12 Steps. I discovered I don't need A.A. to do that."
"I've been to a few meetings," I confessed. "They made me want to get drunk."
"If you decide to quit, let me know," Alex said. "Maybe I can help. I don't make any promises."
"If I had gone for my usual drinks after work Friday night, I wouldn't have seen my daughter going up to Sarge's apartment, and I wouldn't know that my lovely 10-year-old daughter is a fucking cock-loving slut who loves being a fucking cock-loving slut. And she wouldn't know that her Daddy loves her being a fucking cock-loving slut. And if I had that drink, I wouldn't be beginning my pedophilic adventure."
Sarge laughed, "And we wouldn't have become the Three Fuckateers."
We hugged. Alex and I went our separate ways.
Something blocked the back door from opening. Then Pauline opened it. She stood there, nude, smiling at me. "I slept on the floor, by the door," she explained, "so you'd wake me when you came home. Wanna fuck?"
Naturally I was surprised at her brazenness, but not displeased. I looked her nude body up and down pleased to see what she was offering me. I couldn't believe she was doing this with my wife upstairs sleeping.
Pauline looked up to where my frigid wife was sleeping. She looked back down with a grin and said, "Filly's mom is knocked out if that what's bothering you." Hell, even the kids knew Nellie was a pill popper.
"Do you think you can handle it?" I asked skeptically.
She smiled demurely playing the little girl. "Lula has a vibrator that's about the same size as your cock. She lets me use it whenever I want. I think I can handle it," she said, unbuckling my belt. When my pants dropped, she knelt, and took more than half in her mouth, and sucked.
Pulling off for a moment she looked up and said, "My grandmother taught me how to give head."
"I thought you said that she didn't like being called your grandmother."
"She hates it. But I get off to telling men that my grandmother taught me how to suck cock properly. Then I go home, and tell her that I told them. She acts pissed, but I can tell she gets off to it as much as I do."
She began sucking in earnest, using her tongue masterfully. I didn't last long.
"I'm going to cum," I moaned.
She looked up, grinning sinfully. "Do you want to cum in me or on me?"
"On you," I hissed.
"I thought so. Just pull it out when you're ready," she said before nearly deep throating my cock.
I pulled out and stroked it manically. I ejaculated on her face, into her mouth, and onto her almost flat chest.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped after I stopped spurting. "Your cock's still hard. Fuck me!"
Well, she was offering. Her cunt was tight around my cock... almost uncomfortably tight. I slowly slid it in to the hilt, paused, then slowly and rhythmically moved in and out. Then I changed pace, pulling out slowly and ramming in hard and fast.
"Oh, God! Yess! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she nearly screamed forgetting where she was.
I pounded in harder and faster, feeling the burning pressure of another orgasm building.
"Fuck me, Mr. Harris. Fuck my cunt! Oh Fuck! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Fuuuck Meee!"
I came, causing her to cum almost simultaneously. Before she came down from her orgasm, I pulled out and went down on her, licking and sucking my cum out of her cunt.
"Oh, yess! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Eat me. Eat my pussy." She soon went into another body racking orgasm.
After we recovered from our orgasms, she sighed, "No one has ever done that... eat my pussy right after they fucked me. That was so hot."
I heard soft giggling, and looked up. Wendy was standing in the dining room entrance, with her right hand down in her panties. Other than the panties she too was naked.
"Oh, shit! Did we wake you?" I asked.
She giggled and nodded.
"Did we wake the others?" Pauline asked.
"Unh unh," she replied with a shake of her head. "They're still asleep. Peggy kind of rolled over on me and woke me up, and then I heard y'all fucking."
My fight or flight reaction subsided, and I breathed again. I tried to imagine Nellie's reaction if she had walked in on me fucking our daughter's 11-year-old friend, while our daughter was sleeping in bed, directly above us.
Wendy giggled, "It looked like you really like eating pussy, Mr. Harris."
"I do, Wendy. I love eating pussy. This was the first time I ever ate a young girl's pussy. I've eaten a lot of women's pussies. Now, I'm addicted to girl pussy."
"You want to eat my pussy?"
"Yes, I do. Straddle my face. Ride my beard."
I teased her stiff little clit with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed two handfuls of hair and humped my face wildly. She giggled and moaned and squealed as I licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her hot little prepubescent pussy. She suddenly collapsed in a swoon.
She appeared to be unconscious for a moment before her eyelids fluttered. She opened her eyes, and sighed, "Wow! Can we do that again?"
We did it again. I was now officially addicted to little girl pussy. From now on, my tongue would get hard whenever I saw a sexy little girl.
"I can't wait to tell Bethany."
"You can't go telling on Mr. Harris," Pauline admonished. "He could get in really deep shit if the wrong people found out."
"I won't tell who did it. I'll just tell her it was a grownup man I know."
I gave her another beard ride before taking a quick shower and going to bed. But before I turned in I checked up on the girls. The door was locked, but that was no problem and after picking the lock I looked in. There on the floor sleeping on blankets were four naked little girls soundly asleep. The light streaming in through the window allowed me to see them clearly. What a beautiful collection of little girl flesh.
Coming in Chapter 4 - While Filly is at church, Frank discovers a few new young playmates at the pool...
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