Harry is in a foul mood after taking the girls to Chuckie-Cheese, but soon discovers that three is not always a crowd.
Note from Art: This will be seven chapter series. Hope you enjoy.
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Things were hopping at Randy’s Roadhouse. The place was crowded and money freely flowed from the newly paid laborers’ hands into Randy’s coffers via the pussies of his whores. The girls were so busy, that most just dispensed with dressing between the lap dances and trips to the back rooms. At one point Katie was dismayed when she realized that her new dress was nowhere to be found, not that the she really needed it at the moment, but it would be nice to have it later for the ride home, not to mention for the next day.
Harry parked his wrecker in front of his trailer. He was in a foul mood thinking he and the girls had been taken. The girls on the other hand were delighted with their feathered pencils, laughing and giggling the entire way home, not caring a wit about how much money it took to get the silly prize.
With a scowl, Harry watched as the two girls bounded towards Katie’s trailer, leaving him standing in the dark. Disgusted with the events of his evening, he watched the two girls disappear inside and the lights go on before he turned toward his own dismal hovel. As soon as he stepped in the phone began ringing. Picking up, he growled, “Yeah.” On the other end he heard the giggling of girls. A slow burn began as he now felt as though he was now being mocked. “Yeah,” he repeated controlling his urge to tell them to ‘fuck off’.
“Harry? It’s me!”
“Yeah.”
“We were thinking. Uh, could you come over and talk. Sara wants to ask you something.”
In the background he could hear Sara exclaim, “I did not!”
“What d’ya wanna know?”
“Just come over!” Wendy whispered.
Harry put down the receiver. He was ready for a shower, but decided to see what Wendy wanted first. Lighting his cigar butt and collecting a cold beer, he headed to the run-down trailer next door.
Harry walked in. Wendy had gotten the TV to work playing MTV. The music was bad enough, but in the video playing was a really weird character with a white face and white eyes and red eye shadow.
“What the hell is dat?” asked Harry pointing at the screen.
“Marilyn Manson.”
“Dat’s a girl?”
“No, he’s a guy.”
“If’n ya say so. Lord, if Ah ran into dat in the dark, Ah’d beat the crap outta’it jest fer fun. Foul mouthed ain’t he?”
“No worse than you!” laughed Wendy.
“Ah don’ know ‘bout dat… Now what’s yer question? Ah need ta git home and git cleaned up, besides, Ah proberly shouldn’t be over here seein’ yer mama ain’t home.”
“You’re my baby sitter! Right?”
“Ah guess so.”
“Then it’s alright.”
Harry grinned shyly, “Yeah, Ah guess so. Ah still need a shower, Ah still stink from work.”
“Yeah, we noticed!” giggled Sara.
“So did everyone else!” chimed in Wendy with a laugh.
“Well, lemme go and git cleaned up.”
“Wait! I was telling Sara about how different guys have different looking penises.”
“Wendy!” shrieked Sara.
“It’s okay. Harry’s cool. He’ll tell you straight. Right, Harry?”
Harry stammered, “Uh, well, uh…”
“Harry’s got the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.”
“Wendy!” groaned Sara as she turned bright red.
Harry looked to Sara and then to Wendy who was grinning shamelessly.
“Uh, well, uh… jest what d’ya want?”
“Well, first we want to tell you ‘thank you’ for taking us to Chuckie-Cheese, and second… Sara wants to see your dick.”
“Wendy! Oh, my gawd!”
“Well…,” continued Wendy grinning wickedly, “actually she said she’d never seen a man’s dick up close and…. well…”
Suddenly Harry didn’t feel as strongly about Sara not being there. This could be interesting. He looked over the furiously blushing redheaded teen who had turned away in shame. She was a full-bodied girl, nearly a year older than Wendy and already showing quite a bit of tit. She wasn’t fat, just big boned like her mama and had a soft yummy ass.
Wendy stepped a closer to him and said, “You know what? You really do need a bath. Why don’t go take a shower and then come show Sara your…”
“Wendy! No!”
“Oh, I know what!” exclaimed the mischievous girl. “Let’s all watch some of Zeke’s dirty movies! Harry can explain what’s happening.”
“Uh, Ah think Ah’d better git goin’ before…”
“Go take a shower,” ordered Wendy pointing to the bathroom.
“Ah needs some clean clothes.”
“I’ll find you something. Mama’s got all sorts of men’s clothes here. I’m sure I can find you something. Now, go on… or go home.”
Harry quickly pondered his options, shrugged and headed for the bath.
The salacious images flickered across the screen of Zeke running his big cock into the obviously minor girl bent over the table.
“Hey, that’s pretty good shit,” gasped Lenny as he toked on a number.
“The video?”
“Yeah, that’s good shit too. Ahhhh! A little grainy, but over all, not bad. She seems to like it.”
“Oh, yeah. She likes it. She’s just like her mama.”
“Yeah, ole Boris’ll be interested in this.”
Kenny sipped his beer, watching and looking around at his poker partners. They had all played here before and they all knew the rules. Their attention was divided between their cards and Sammy’s wife as she flirted with Gomez.
It was strictly a By-Invitation-Only kind of a game. Kenny wasn’t sure how much the others had paid to play tonight, but he bought his seat for forty bucks. Just a few months ago, he had bought his seat for twenty-five dollars, but there were more players than seats now and the bidding reflected the laws of supply and demand.
Kenny caught Gomez’s attention. Gomez grinned knowingly at his employer as Shelly ran her fingers through his hair. Gomez, a Hispanic, was Kenny’s handyman around the trailer park. He was a short, stocky man with a shock of straight black hair to match his black eyes and black mustache. Gomez made it a point to know exactly what was going on in each and every trailer. It was Gomez who organized the games, sending out carefully selected invitations. For his troubles, Gomez split the upfront take with Sammy, the pot-bellied sponsor of the game and the husband of the slut offered to the big money winner, Sammy excepted. Each player brought his own beer and brought snacks to be shared by all.
Five of them were there, including Gomez and Sammy. The men idly chatted about basketball and baseball while waiting on the sixth player. The door opened and a tall gaunt looking man, dressed in shorts and a faded tank top walked in. Kicking off his sandals, and discarding his carefully shaped ball cap, he looked around at the men waiting to start tonight’s game.
“Sorry I’m late, fellas, but…”
“Lock the fuckin’ door and turn off the porch light too,” growled Sammy, “then put yer beer up and sit down! Ain’t got all fuckin’ night.”
“Yeah, sure.”
As Ted took his seat, Sammy called over to his wife, “Shelly, get me a beer!”
Taking a swig of his fresh cold brew, Sammy announced as he shuffled the cards, “First two rounds, seven card stud, winner takes all. Ante up!” Each man threw in a quarter, the minimum bet. The game had complex rules, rules that changed as the game progressed. Sammy dealt out the first two cards face down and then dealt each man his third card face up. “Seven, five, Jack, three, another five, duce. Jack bids.”
Travis rubbed his curly gray beard and looked at his hole cards, betting a quarter. Around the table each man called and chipped in his quarter.
“Ace, four, Queen, pair of threes, seven, six. Pair of threes.”
Kenny held the threes with another buried in the hole. ‘Just my luck,’ he thought to himself, ‘three of a kind and too soon to do any good. Oh, well, I’ll take it.’ “Four-bits.” Each man matched the bet, throwing fifty cents into the pot.
The hand played out with Kenny keeping the bet, betting fifty-cents a round, trying not to drive off anyone prematurely. Still by the fifth card, Sammy had folded and dropped out.
“Call.”
Showing their cards, Kenny won handily with the three threes and raked in the money.
The hot shower felt divine, but Harry didn’t linger to enjoy it too much. Stepping from the steaming shower into the bath, he found a tattered bath towel and more or less dried himself off. He had heard Wendy come in while he showered, saying that she had his clothes, but as he looked around he saw nothing, not even his soiled work clothes.
Poking his head out of the bathroom door, he saw a Playboy Channel fuck flick playing on Zeke’s wide screen TV. “Whar’s mah clothes?”
“I couldn’t find any,” giggled Wendy. “Just wrap a towel around you.”
“Wendy!” exclaimed her embarrassed friend.
“Okay, if ya say so,” replied the old man. Harry opened the door and strode out with the towel around his waist. There was barely enough of the threadbare terry cloth to go around his wide hips and it was so precariously tied at his side that he had to grip it with his right hand.
Sara glanced over at him, covering her mouth in disbelief. As he walked, the gut hanging over the towel jiggled. She had seen him shirtless many times sitting on his stoop, but it was always at a distance. Now she could plainly see just how bear-like his body really was, covered in thick tangle of light brown hair like some primordial beast-man, but what really caught her attention was the tenting out of the towel.
“What’cha watchin’? Dirty movies?”
“Yeah, Sara’s never seen anything like’em before.” That was a lie; dirty movies were a central part of a sleepover when no one else was home. That and watching each other masturbate. “Here, come sit here,” offered Wendy patting the sofa between her and Sara.
Harry plopped down, careful to maintain his towel lest Sara chickened out and took off screaming. Harry glanced left, right and then at the TV. A girl was going down on another girl. “Ya two girls do dat?” he asked nodding at the screen.
“Noooo!” gasped Sara.
“Thar’s always a first time,” he said grinning.
“Don’t be gross, Harry,” chided Wendy. “We’re not that kind of girls!”
“Oh, what kinda girls are ya?”
“Playful. Curious.”
“Ya don’t say. Ah’d never’ve guessed.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see that Sara was staring at his tented towel.
“See how cute and furry he is,” Wendy said as she ran her fingers through the hair covering his stomach. “Touch him, Sara. It’s so soft!”
Sara tentatively touched his arm and pulled away as if she had been burned. “Don’t be scared,” chided her younger friend. “He won’t hurt you, he’s the sweetest man I know. Ain’cha, Harry?”
Passively, Harry sat in silence.
“He’s not Kenny.”
“Kenny?”
“Yeah, Kenny Nolan.”
“Mr. Nolan? Oh, gross!”
“Yeah, he’s gross alright and mean. But Harry, well, Harry is a sweetie. He won’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do. Will you Harry?”
“Nope. Ah’m a gentleman. Go on, ya can touch me, honeypot. Ah don’t bite.”
“Yes you do!” laughed Wendy as she tugged his fleshy nipple.
“Owww!”
“Oh, that didn’t hurt!”
“Yes it did… Do it again!”
Wendy tugged on Harry’s nipple, pulling it a half-inch from his chest before letting it snap back. Instinctively Harry reached for his playful tormentor. “Unh huh! You have to keep your hands to yourself! That’s the rules! We get to touch you, but you can’t touch us. Now Sara wants to see your dick…”
“Wendy!!!!”
“Chill out, Sara! He won’t do nuttin’ unless we want him to.
“Now Sara thinks you might rape her,” Wendy told Harry, “but I assured her you wouldn’t. She has this thing about staying a virgin… staying a virgin until she’s married, so you have to keep your hands to yourself. I told her that you wouldn’t mind showing her your dick. That’s why you’re here… so she can see your dick. She’s never seen a man’s dick before and I told her I liked yours the best. I also told her that you might let her watch us…ya know…watch us do it, but you gotta be good. Promise?”
“Promise what?”
“Promise you’ll just be still and let us look at you. Promise?”
“Uh, yeah, sure…Ah promise t’ be good… very good.”
Zeke fast-forwarded past mundane images captured by the motion-activated camera system he had been testing for Lenny. He saw what appeared to be Wendy pulling her shorts down and masturbating on the sofa. He stopped and scanned in reverse and then resumed the play. Sure enough, Wendy had pulled her shorts down and was masturbating, her legs spread open to the unseen camera.
“Look at this,” said Zeke.
Lenny lifted his head from between the spread legs of the girl they had been enjoying. “Yeah, that’s good! Boris’ll like that too.”
“Ho!” shouted Zeke as Harry stepped into the room and Wendy scrambled to pull her pants up. Bored with eating out the unconscious girl, Lenny sat up to watch what was happening. Shirtless and wearing boxers, Harry plopped down next to Wendy. For several long boring minutes, they sat staring towards the camera. Zeke turned up the audio.
**
“Are you my daddy?”
“Maybe. Then again Kenny could be yur papa, or maybe even your grandpa could be yur pa, or any of a hundred men. Yur mama is a sweet girl, but she’s very free with her pussy if ya know what Ah mean… Damn, Ah don’t know ‘bout chu, Kitten, but dat made me horny as hell! Bet’ya made ya horny too.”
“Mmmm, maybe.”
“Makes me wanna beat off.”
“Beat off?”
“Yeah, ya know, jack off.”
**
“He’s going to jack off!” exclaimed Zeke. A few more minutes passed.
**
“Maybe,” said Harry. “Suppose it don’t matter none… So, ya wanna see mah dick?”
“Ummmm, sure.”
“Ya want me to beat off fer ya?”
“Okay, okay!”
Harry kicked off his old beat up tennis shoes and then unsnapped his shorts. In one swift motion, the old man was nude and sprawled out.
**
“Jack pot!” Zeke shouted. “Bet the little slut’s going to fuck him!”
“I won’t take that bet,” laughed Lenny. “Oh, man, this is great! An old fart and a kid!”
“Okay, you promised.” Wendy pulled back the towel.
“Oh, my gawd!” exclaimed Sara.
Harry’s beaming face was captured for posterity, captured by the automatic camera that had been surreptitiously and faithfully recording everything that had taken place in the living and kitchen area of Katie’s trailer over the past two months. Ninety eight percent of what it recorded was a bore, but the other two percent… priceless.
Just yesterday, Sara couldn’t imagine the scene that was now taking place right before her very eyes. Now she was sitting right next to a naked man, and old naked man. She’d never seen a naked man before, but here she was, sitting right next to one. Harry was totally nude and leaning back, supporting himself with his arms and watching Sara’s reaction as Wendy played with his stiff seeping pecker.
“Anytime ya wanna join in on the fun, honeypot, ya jus’ go right ahead,” offered Harry. “Ah don’ mind… really I don’. Not at all.”
“Now you just hush up, Harry,” scolded Wendy. “She’s just gonna watch.”
“Is dat right, honey? Ya jus’ gonna watch?”
Sara glanced up momentarily from the mature hard cock, the first cock she’d ever seen, except of course when she babysat a baby boy. This wasn’t some little cute thingy, it was a big thingy and the way Wendy was rubbing it made it deform in an oddly erotic way. Her eyes met the laughing eyes of the lecherous old man who was truly in heaven. She only held his glance for a moment, but in that moment Harry’s sparking grey eyes said it all.
He had no doubts, none whatsoever, that he would be fucking young Wendy again tonight. Fucking her however he wanted to fuck her. That was a sure thing as far as Harry was concerned. But like a dog eyeing two bones, he pretty much ignored Wendy and concentrated all his mental efforts into getting into Sara’s panties. Was she a virgin? He’d have to find out, and if she was… well, old Harry would make sure that she wouldn’t be for much longer. And if she weren’t? He wanted to fuck her anyway, just like he was going to fuck Wendy.
As Wendy lowered her head to take Harry’s turgid cock into her mouth, Sara watched in awe. That Wendy would lick him and lap up the clear stuff running out of his dick was just beyond belief. Sara groaned a little when Wendy’s lips surrounded the dusky colored glans and she held her breath as she witnessed the vein crossed organ disappearing into her friend’s mouth while Wendy played with the man’s hairy nut sack. Sara had absolutely no idea how to cope with the strange feelings that now possessed her. This was all so terribly wrong, so appallingly naughty, yet unimaginably exciting too.
She felt a little dizzy as her friend continued to bob up and down and then lewdly lick at the arrowhead tip. It surprised her too when Harry sat forward, grasped Wendy’s t-shirt and yanked it over her head. Playfully, Harry tossed the garment so that it landed on Sara’s head, momentarily blocking her view until she knocked it onto the floor.
Suddenly she became aware of the sounds, wet slurping sounds and the sound of Harry’s voice calling Wendy all sorts of nasty names as she sucked and laved over his dick. “Suck it, ya little tramp! Show yer little friend what a whore ya are! Suck it, ya little bitch! Suck it until Ah blows ma load in yer fuckin’ face!” The coarse prattle went on and on until suddenly Sara detected a change in Harry’s voice. No longer was he nasty, he was almost pleading, “Dat’s it, Baby. Yeah, dat’s it. Uhhhhhh…. Oh fuck me, lord…. Ah’m a gonna cum. Ah’m a gonna cum. Get ready, baby girl, old Harry’s gonna blow his balls!”
Like a good little cocksucker, Wendy took the first spurt into her mouth, savoring the texture and still strange taste of a man’s essence. But the second spurt, she pulled off, so that Sara could see him ejaculate, taking the squirt of viscous white goo right on her nose, then she caught the third with the tip of her tongue. She also burst out laughing at Sara’s astonished expression. The fourth spurt she let ooze out of Harry’s dick to run down the shaft, but the final pulses, she lapped up quite directly by puckering her lips and slurping up the thick cum as flowed like white lava from Harry’s cock-slit.
With a thud, Harry collapsed backwards on the bare sofa bed mattress. “Ah done died and gone to heaven,” he whispered. “Lordy me, what a fuckin’ blowjob!”
Sara now had a new sight to absorb. Wendy grinning at her while a strand of cum, defying gravity drooped in a long strand off her nose. Wendy’s eyes crossed as she tried to focus on the long cum drip. Giggling she collected the hanging strand on her fingers and the scooped the cum still clinging to her nose. She showed Sara the thick viscous liquid and Sara starred in wonder at the crazy whorls of sperm rich strands in the grayish-while liquid. Wendy pretended to lick at the strange substance, then rubbed it into her budding titties.
“Does it really make tits grow?” Sara asked out loud.
Harry still reeling from his orgasm sat up and breathlessly confirmed, “It sure do, honeypot. Best tit fertilizer in the world is a man’s essence.”
“How come?”
“Hormones and vitamins, sex vitamins,” he answered. Scooping some jism from the base of his cock he asked, “Ya want big tits. Big tits like Wendy’s mom? Katie had her tits well fertilized growing up and now look at her. Got the best set of knockers around! Ya want big tits, tits dat get a man’s attention?”
“Yeah! I’d like that.”
“Then let me help ya.”
“I’m not gonna eat that!”
“Who said anything about eating it, though dat does a good job too. Ya just need to rub it into yer tits. Now how about showing us a little tit and old Harry’ll give ya a tit treatment.”
“I, I don’t know,” stammered the girl.
“Look, in a few minutes, Wendy and me are gonna fuck. Ya wanna see us fuck? Well, it’d help if ya took yer shirt off.”
“How come?”
“Men like looking at girls. Especially girls with no clothes.”
“I don’t know. I think…”
“Take off the shirt!” he demanded. Fearing he had overplayed it he quickly added, “Dat’s if ya wanna. An if ya want bigger tits.” Still Sara was reluctant and there was a long pause.
“Look, the three of us, we don’ have no secrets between us anymore. Ya seen me naked. Seen Wendy blow me and seen Wendy’s tits. Now fairs fair, don’cha think.”
“Go on, Sara,” interjected her friend. “Don’t be a party pooper!”
“I’m not.”
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!” mocked Wendy.
“I’m not chicken!”
“Then take yer top off, honeypot. Ah bet ya got real pretty titties. Come on, let old Harry see. It’d make my day, darlin’.” Sara still wouldn’t budge.
“Ah’ll take ya da two of ya back to Chuckie-Cheese tomorrow night.”
To Harry’s astonishment, that seemed to do the trick. The older man sat in amazement as the two girls, one topless and one still fully clothed bounced about and squealed with glee. Boldly he reached out and began unbuttoning Sara blouse. “Be still, girl!” he admonished as he got about the business of stripping the fourteen-year-old virgin.
“Blowjob hand,” announced Sammy.
Kenny sat and fumed. Except for the very first hand, all night he had been steadily losing and now that things were getting interesting, he was about busted. Not once had Sammy’s wife come to sit his lap and let him feel her up. Not once had he had the opportunity to remove an article of her clothing or kiss her bare tits. Soon he’d be driven from the game. He wanted to fuck this whore, or at the very least, feel her up while she gyrated in his lap, but now his chances were growing dimmer with each hand.
Unlike some of the other men in the trailer park who whored out their wives for extra cash, Sammy made you work for it. He made you spend your money with no guarantee of a return. It was certainly fun and entertaining, but nothing was guaranteed. Kenny had wondered about Sammy’s motives. He made good money and had a nice truck and a bass boat. He didn’t need the money. Gomez clued Kenny in though; Sammy got kicks out of watching his slut wife being debased at the hands of other men.
Kenny anted up again and the cards were dealt, two down one up with the five of spades showing. He glanced at his hole cards, the four of clubs and three of hearts. ‘Christ! Another inside straight?’ “Fuck me!” he uttered out loud.
“No, she’s gonna fuck me tonight,” quipped Gomez who still had good bit of money. “But don’t let that keep you from seeing my bet, boss. Four-bits on my ace!”
Kenny glared at his tormentor. “I ought to fire yer ass!”
With Sammy’s slut wife sitting in his lap stark naked, Gomez just grinned back at his boss while making a show of feeling her up. She had been in his lap for the last three hands.
Ted folded. He like Kenny was nearly busted. Ray, down, but not out, saw the bet and raised another fifty cents on the strength of his king. Sammy as usual reached into his pile of cash and threw in his dollar. His hand was worse than Kenny’s, but then he didn’t need to win to win. Kenny grudgingly threw in a dollar and called.
Sara blushed furiously as Harry lowered the young girl’s bra. “Oh, darlin’, ya do have pretty titties,” complemented Harry sincerely. “Those tiny nipples, I bet they’re real sensitive.”
“I guess,” she whispered as she watched his work roughened hand slowly close the distance. At his first touch, she gasped. Then she began breathing harder and faster as he lightly traced circles with just the tips of his calloused fingers across the fresh smooth flesh of her A cup boobies.
She nearly swooned when his other hand, covered with his cum, came up and caressed the other tit, smearing the slick liquid into her budding adolescent flesh. First on one tit and then the other, then he began massaging his semen into her skin with both hands and taking liberties with her pebble-like nips, rolling them gently between his fingers.
It felt so good; Sara thought she might pass out. Much to Harry’s surprise, the now hyperventilating girl did just that and slumped back, sprawled out on the sofa bed. Harry couldn’t believe his good luck. Not wasting any time, he set about stripping her jeans off lest she wake up and run for home.
“What are you doing?” asked Wendy urgently.
“Ah’m a gonna fuck her, dat’s what.”
“You can’t rape her.”
“Ah ain’t gonna rape her. Ah’m jest getin’ her naked and getin’ her ready.”
“What about me?”
“Don’ ya worry none, sweetie. Ah’ll fuck ya first. We’ll let her watch and then Ah’ll fuck her. After she sees how much fun yer having with my cock inside ya, well, she’ll be begging fer it. Is dat okay wid ya?”
“Sure, I guess. But don’t do her if she don’t want to,” Wendy said in defense of her unconscious and naked friend.
“Honey, I ain’t ever raped no girl. But dis one’s ripe fer pluckin’ and Ole Harry intends to do the pluckin’. If not tonight, den tomorrow night.”
To be continued...
The story concludes in Chapter 7. Kenny is in a foul mood after loosing at cards and proves what a bastard he is while both Old Harry and Zeke have a chance to prove their better natures.
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