Chapter 4
(Mgggg, inc, exhib, voy)
Frank and the mailman get preteen nookie...
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Monday, June 14, 1976
Getting out of bed was excruciating. Every muscle from the base of my skull to the tips of my toes was knotted. Our first stop was a convenience store, where I sent Evie in to buy a tube of Ben Gay. When we got to the house, I rubbed the analgesic cream onto the parts of my body I could reach, and had her rub it into my back.
Evie went to the pool while I called the phone company, and ordered the phone disconnected Tuesday, had my newspaper subscriptions cancelled, told the cable company to disconnect. I put my shorts on, went out, and left a note on the mailbox for the mailman to leave a change of address form. I went back in, took my shorts off and laid on the living room floor, flat of my back. I knew I should be up and moving around to get the muscles unknotted, but I wanted to rest for a moment with the least amount of pain. I dozed, and dreamed of naughty prepubescent nymphs. I awoke to naughty giggling.
Evie, Mary Lou, Betty Sue, and Sandy were standing around me, staring at my erection. "Good morning, ladies."
"Good morning, Mr. Harris," they giggled.
"You've seen mine, I think it's only fair that I see yours."
Sandy didn't hesitate. Her one-piece puddled around her ankles in a blink of the eye. A moment later, the others shed their bikinis. Evie straddled my face. The girls took turns riding my moustache and chin beard. I gave each girl three or four orgasms.
"I told them all about me and you, and Mr. Crowley, and Bongo Joe, the VooDoo dude, and the three bi firefighters, and Reverend Butt Trick, and Mom and Freddie."
"You really like your daughter being a slut?" Mary Lou asked.
"A fucking slut." Sandy giggled. "I can't believe she likes being called a fucking slut."
"I fucking love it. I'm certain my little fucking slut has already told you how much I love it. It turns me on to think about other men fucking my daughter. It is so fucking hot to hear her telling me about other men fucking her. Hottest of all is watching another man fuck her... seeing another man's hard cock going into her hot, juicy cunt ... seeing Evie wrap her sexy lips around another man's cock."
Betty Sue whispered, "She says that you get off to tasting other men's cum in her mouth and her pussy."
"I love it. I cannot believe how much I love it.,
Evie went down on me and sucked my cock while her friends watched.
The doorbell rang. I quickly got up, put my shorts on, and opened the door. The mailman stood there, looking nervous and embarrassed, holding a change of address slip.
"I know this seems weird," he said, blushing, "but I'd like to say goodbye to Miss Harris."
"Hello, Mister Mailman," Evie said, joining me at the door.
"Hello, Miss Harris. I'm going to miss you. I hate to see you go," he said, then looked at me. "I know that you must think that I'm some kind of pervert. But she brightens my day on her days off from school and on vacations. It's just the way she says, 'Hello,' or 'Good morning,' or 'Good afternoon, Mr. Mailman.' It's so sweet and so ..."
"Sexy?" I asked.
He studied my face for a moment before admitting, "Yes, sexy. Very very sexy."
Evie reached up, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down to her level. She hugged his neck, and kissed his mouth.
He looked at me.
I smiled and nodded approval.
His hands caressed her back. His right hand slid down to her butt. Then he pushed her away. "I have to finish my route."
"We plan on leaving between 7 and 8," I said.
"I'll be here before 6."
I filled out the change of address.
He looked at it. "General delivery Isla Esmeralda."
"We don't have an address down there yet."
"Bye, Mr. Mailman."
"Bye, Miss Harris."
After the door closed, she said, "Fuck me, Daddy. I want my friends to see you fuck me."
"Fuck her, Mr. Harris," Sandy said. "Fuck Evie. Fuck your fucking daughter."
"Fuck your fucking slut daughter," Betty Sue giggled.
"I want to do it cowgirl style, so they can really see your cock fucking my cunt."
I got on my back. She straddled me, impaling her cunt on my cock. I bucked and she bounced.
Sandy finger-fucked herself, and the others joined her.
I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would. Immediately after I ejaculated, Evie straddled my face. "Drink your cum out of my pussy, Daddy. Lick it and suck it and clean my cunt, like you do after other men fuck me."
My cock surprised me with the rapid resurrection of my erection. "Next?" I asked, and Sandy quickly mounted me.
"Have you done this before?"
"Only with my hairbrush handle. It don't cum. Fuck me, Mr. Harris. Fuck my fucking cunt. I want to be a fucking slut, like Evie. Fuck me like you fuck your fucking slut daughter."
"Ride my cock, you horny little slut. I can tell that you're gonna want a lot of cock, just like my slut daughter."
Sandy had an intense orgasm. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Holy fuuuckkk!!!"
She straddled my face.
I had to wait a while before fucking Mary Lou, and longer still before performing for Betty Sue.
The doorbell rang. We got dressed, and I opened the door. I'm interested in buying the house," a middle aged man, wearing bib overalls, said. "Can I have a walk through?"
"Sure."
He walked through quickly. "Can I use your phone?"
"Knock yourself out."
"This is Hensley," he said. "I'll take it. Draw up the papers." He hung up and walked out without another word.
I called Steve's brother-in-law. "This is Frank Harris. What's up?"
"You're 15 thou richer. Hensley's a cash and carry kind of guy. It's a done deal."
I called the resort, and gave Charli the news.
"Our address will be Emerald Isle Resort, Cabin 9, Isla Esmeralda,Texas 77769. The resort needs our room next week for a group, so we're getting our money for the second week refunded, and I'm going to work security next week."
"How's Freddie?"
"He's afraid of me," Charli laughed. "Rick told him what I did to the drunk at Captain Cook's."
I ordered pizza and root beer.
We were finishing up the pizza when the mailman returned. I told him I needed another change of address thing, and he said he would take care of it for me.
"I wish there was some way we could write you and you write us without our parents knowing," Mary Lou said.
"There is," the mailman said. "I can rent a P.O. box, and give you girls keys. The new post office is only four blocks from the subdivision entrance."
He was hugged and kissed, then undressed, and fucked, and sucked.
We hooked up the trailer, and left at 7 o'clock. It was smooth sailing all the way. We arrived at the resort at 12:46a.m. Tuesday morning.
In Chapter 5, Frank lands a job in the resort town with Evie's psychic help ...
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