Fundamental Principals III by Sin Titulo
When Allen pulled to the curb in front of Bill's condo, We sat talking for a few minutes. Allen asked Bill if he could come in and clean up a bit before he went home to his wife. Bill agreed and asked me if I needed to as well. I told them I had to head to my apartment, and that I'd clean up there, and grab a little more sleep before heading back to Atlanta. I reminded them I had an appointment with Buford about a job.
"Well, at least come in for some coffee stud. You look like shit." Bill put his hand on my cheek and patted it, just as a woman both the Rev and I knew from church came strolling by the car walking a poodle, whose fur had been dyed to match her hair, a kind of pale apricot color.
"Why Reverend Allen; is that you?" She leaned over and looked into the car from the higher sidewalk. Rev never missed a beat.
"It is Mz. Raymond. I didn't know you and Bobbie Ray lived out here in Marywood?"
"Johnny, is that you in the back seat? I ducked my head, but was too tongue tied to say anything. What are you boys doing out here this early in the mawnin'?"
"Been coon huntin' 'Lizbeth." Allen ad libbed
"Well you all look a mess. Have any luck?"
"Nothin' to speak of sugar,?" Bill said. "Hi, my name's Bill. We must be neighbors. I just bought number 12 there last month.
"Really? I'm so glad to meet you. We'll have to get to know each other better if we're neighbors." Her poodle, was bouncing up and down on the side of the car, with his little pink whang completely exposed. He must have smelled the sex odor we all still reeked of. The horny little shit was hot to trot. "Jimmy Ray! Yo'all stop that rat now!" She stepped back and jerked hard on the dog's leash. "You all's embarassin' me in front of the Reverend!" The poodle cowered behind her, for a moment, and then raised his hind leg and pissed on her shoe. She didn't notice, but instead, said: "See you in church on Sunday Reverend," and dragged the dog off behind her down the sidewalk.
Once home, I showered and washed away the night's activities and fell onto my rollaway bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I'd set the alarm for eleven, which would give me a few hours sleep before I had to hit the road to Holly's flower shop. Buford had told me to come by his place, but I didn't know where he lived. Holly was going to have to help.
With a map and what I could remember of Bill's tour the night before, it only took me an hour to find Holly's shop. I parked in the five car lot provided behind the shop next to a shiny new Jaguar in flame yellow paint, and pale violet, leather interior. "Nice car," I thought, wondering what it had cost. At the back of the lot, was a small minivan painted the same screaming yellow, that had Holly's logo, I recognised from his card painted on the sides. I walked down the driveway to the front of the store, and stopped on the sidewalk looking around. The place was bustling at two in the afternoon, with mostly women in expensive clothes and hair piled high on their heads. The predominant color was blonde, but none of it looked real if you judged how dark it went at the roots of most. When I entered the shop, a young woman with similar hair, was standing behind a service counter working on a large bouquet of pink roses. Behind her, was a large refrigerated unit with glass doors filled to the point of capacity with every color and type of flower. I glanced around at the selection of floral accompaniments of vases, and wrieths and so on, and realized that none of the stuff was cheap. I was used to glass vases in my mother's house, but these all appeared to be cut crystal, or hand made pottery.
The young woman was humming a tune as she worked, and when she felt the roses looked just right in their arraingment, she stood back and then turned to me. "What can I help you with hon?"
"My god! Holly?" I was flabbergasted. She. . .er . . .he made a perfect girl.
"Johnny? Umm, you look even better in the light!" She squealed.
"Holly. . .I. . ."
"Don't worry your little head about it hon. I have that effect on a lot of men. I'm used to it. What are you doing here? I thought you were living in the sticks somewhere."
"I am, I mean I was, I mean. . .You know that guy last night. . .Buford?"
"Buford; yes?"
"He asked me to come and see him today."
"No hon. He asked you to call him in the afternoon."
"Well, after I left your crib last night, I ran into him again, and we. . .uh. . ."
"Had sex?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Did you give or take?"
"I guess I took."
"Oh my lord! You had that big thang up your butt?" I nodded. "Sugar, if you can take that, your fortune is made in this town."
"Well, that's why I'm here. I don't know how to get to his house. I know it's in Buckhead, but where, I don't even have the address. He told me you knew it."
"I do actually. In fact these beautiful roses I've just been working on are for his house. I have to deliver them before his dinner party tonight. His boy Gil, called in the order about an hour ago. I have to deliver them, and you can either follow me in your car, or ride with me in my delivery van."
"What ever." She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek, and began wrapping the roses in transparent yellow plastic to protect them. I stood there watching, and half in a daze, was startled when the front door opened and another young woman entered the shop. I turned to look at her briefly. Holly ignored her for a moment, finishing her work on the flowers before she spoke to her.
"Belle, honey. This is Johnny I told you about this morning." I looked at Belle again, and she was beaming at me, holding out a hand to shake. I took it in mine, and it felt dainty and soft.
"Ooh, he is more handsome than you let on Holly." I blushed.
"Isn't he though? Listen sugar, I have to deliver these roses to Buford's before five, and I'm taking Johnny here along. Buford invited him to stop by this afternoon for a talk." Belle rolled her eyes. "Would you close the shop for me, and I'll take you to dinner later."
"My pleasure dear." Belle walked behind the counter, and pecked Holly on the cheek. Holly pulled her work apron over her head revealing a simple work dress beneith it. She asked me to bring the vase of flowers, and led the way through the rear of the store, which was stacked high with floral supplys and more vases. We left the biulding and walked across the lot to the minivan. She poked around in a purse I hadn't seen her pick up, and then made the van chirp when she deactivated the alarm on it. I placed the flowers in a special carrying box in the rear of the van, and we both got into the nearly new vehicle.
Holly talked the whole way, asking me all knids of questions about the night before. She wanted to know how it felt having Bufor's giant member working my hole. I told her it had been an experience. "That poor man is all ways on the lookout for boys that can accomodate him. He doesn't often get the opportunity.
I know he's always careful with it, because lord knows I've tried it myself, but some of us just have small pussies." My ears were burning with the flush of blood to my head as she talked. No one I knew ever talked so plainly about sex.
We drove through some streets I thought I recognised from Bill's tour, and finally entered a long curving driveway through a gate where Holly had to call up to the house on a call box. When the voice answered, all she said was "It's Holly," and the gate swung open. We parked the van behind the house where deliveries were to be made. A youngish man with gray slacks and a peach colored tshirt was waiting for us at the delivery entrance.
"Hi hon," Holly said, climbing out of the van. "Got your flowers here, and this is Johnny. Buford asked him to drop around this afternoon. Johnny, this is Gil. He's Buford's house man. Aren't you hon?" She pecked him on the cheek. He pulled away slightly, and looked me over without speaking. He told Holly to bring the flowers into the kitchen and he'd tell Buford we were here.
"He's in the steam sauna right now," he said, as he turned away and entered the house.
Holly opened the back door of the van and asked me to bring the flowers. I lifted them out of the transport box, and followed her into the house. The kitchen was larger than my whole apartment back home, and it was a bustle of activity as for or five black women were working on food preparation at various counters and stoves. A thin black man in his mid thirtys was standing at a chest high counter with a phone hanging on the wall above it writing something in a note book.
"James!" He turned to us smiling.
"Mz Holly! How you been. We ain't seen you enough 'round here lately."
"Well you know James, you need an invite." He laughed.
"Yes you do. Yes you do." He closed the note book, and gave us his full attention. "What can I do for you darlin'?"
"Just delivering flowers for tonight. This is Johnny. Buford asked him to drop in this afternoon for a talk."
"Yes, Massa Buford told me to expect him. I 'spose Gil gone to get him?"
"Yes." Holly looked around the kitchen, her nose making sniffing sounds. "What's that wonderful smell James?"
"Might be the duck an' orange sauce Mz Maybell workin'on. Or might be the catfish in lime juice. Could be the deer flank roastin' on the spit over there." He pointed to a large hunk of meat turning slowly over a wood fire in a fireplace of sorts. Could be anything in here. Smell good don't it?"
"It does. When am I goin'to get an invite again?"
"Sugar, you got one in the mail for Saturday night if I'm not mistaken." He chuckled. "Massa Buford plannin'a nice party for his gay friends. Nice little party." Gil returned just then, and announced that Buford would see me in five minutes. Holly announced that she was leaving.
"How will I get back to pick up my car?" Holly chuckled at my question.
"Well, sugar, I wouldn't worry 'bout it none." She smiled, and after sticking a finger in a pot of somethng and licking it off, she turned and was gone out the back door.
"Massa Buford see you get back to where you want after your meetin'."
"Will you come with me?" Gil said. "I'll take you to Buford's library, he'll join you after he's dressed and presentable." We left the kitchen, and took a circular staircase built of Cherry wood, to the second floor. When we stepped into the central hall I was shocked at how large and beautiful it was for a hallway. Gil led me to a large oak paneled door, and opened it on silent hinges. "You can wait in here. Buford will be with you shortly. Browse the book collection if you wish, but please don't touch the Bible on the stand."
"Why not?"
"Buford doesn't like to see it opened."
He left me alone in the room, and I browsed through the shelves of leather bound books on every subject imaginable. I was looking at the beautiful antique globe of the world that was standing near the window when Buford walked into the room. He came straight to me and gave me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. "John, I just have to say that you were wonderful last night, or this morning, which ever the case may be. I haven't had such a good time in a month of Sundays. I do pray we can become fast friends.' He led me to an antique leather couch, and we sat down. He took my hand in his two, and held it on his knee. In the light, he was a beefy sort of man in his fifties, with sandy blond hair, a pair of deepset sparkling blue eyes. He was just a bit taller than me, but probably had a good forty or fifty pounds on me weight wise. He was dressed in tan slacks, a pink shirt, with a pearl gray tie. I noticed the shirt cuffs were fastened with gold cufflinks with his initials entwined together in a kind of organic vine motif. They were very attractive.
"I enjoyed it too sir." I was a little nervous on his home turf.
"Now son, I thought we agreed that my name is Buford.
I prefer it to sir. Sir is so formal, and age consious. Don't you think?"
"I'm sorry. Buford then."
"Excellent. I like the way you say it." He squeezed my hand, and patted my knee. "Well now what are we going to do for you? From what I remember, you need a job here in Atlanta yes?" I nodded. "So tell me your story again and let me think about it." I briefly described my life in a small town in Georgia, my impending marriage, and the questions I was having about my sexuality. I told him about trying to talk to Reverend Allen about it, and he snorted when I mentioned the preacher. I told him about the shock of discovering the preacher was not as straight as he would have his flock believe. After that, I began to hem and haw a bit so he asked me a question.
"From our experience together at the Purple Haze, I gather you were not a virgin to gay sex." I blushed, and he patted my hand again. "Charming." He said, in a low voice. The rest of the story poured out of me in a rush. The encounter with Bill, the loss of my virginity, the threesome with the Rev. Losing my job at the hardware store, our trip to Atlanta, my new apartment. It was such a gush of words, I had no idea if he understood it all. By the time I was finished talking, he was patting my hand to calm me down.
"There, there, son. It has been a shock to your system, discovering your sexuality like that, and uprooting your life, and values, in such a short period of time. We need to give you some time to deal with all this change happening to you. I take it that you don't feel adverse to the changes, at least not yet?"
"No. I think I feel grateful to Bill, and the Reverend for showing me what I really am. I realized that I didn't want to marry my girl, but I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without someone else to share it with. I'm glad I met you and Holly last night. You both were experiences that helped me to understand myself better. I'll always be grateful."
"As will I. You know, with this thing I have, I've seldom been able to truly love anyone. There are usually objections about size. You are one of the few to accomodate my needs. For that I am eternally grateful. I wouldn't want to lose you from my life. So, I'm prepared to offer you a job on my staff."
"What sort of a job? I really only know how to mix paint colors. It's the only job I've had since I graduated from high school."
"Well, it isn't a hard job, but it will keep you close to me. Of course there is adiquate compensation, and I can be generous to a fault, because, I am very rich. I suppose Holly told you that. She has such a gossipy mouth.'
"I haven't given you position a title, but then it really isn't neccessary unless you require it. As you may have noticed, this is a large house, and there is always a need for another pair of hands. And then, there is our thing together. I don't need it daily, but often enough, and my religious upbringing and training prevents my helping myself, if you understand.' At first, I nodded, but he saw the puzzled look in my eyes.
"I'm speaking of masterbation. I can't bring myself to take care of my. . .tensions, by hand. When I was a mere boy, my father found me in flagrant abuse of myself in the tool shed behind our house. He took a cane to my bottom that still smarts when I think about it. He was a fire and brimstone Baptist preacher, and self abuse was one of his cardinal sins. To this day, I can not bring myself off with my hand. I need others to do it for me, and the best is always the act that we accomplished together at the Purple Haze."
"Are you saying you want me around to have sex with?"
"Not only that, of course, but yes. I will love you and cherish you. Perhaps not exclusively, but with all my heart none the less. You of course will have the same freedoms as I have to pick and choose form the offerings that abound in Atlanta. I'll not hold your lovers against you. I am not a jealous man."
"Will I live in the house with you?"
"You may if you wish. Lord knows there is room here, but I'll let you choose. I know you have rented an apartment in Little Five Points, and you might want to keep it for your own reasons. As I said a moment ago, there are many offerings here in Atlanta. A private place of your own might be more comfortable than bringing them here to sample. Besides, this is my home, not a brothel."
"Can I think about this for a while?"
"Of course. You will come to the party Saturday evening won't you?"
"I'll have my friends with me because we are moving me into the apartment. I've already told them about the party."
"They are expected and welcome." He stood up, and I stood with him. "Now, I must take leave of your charming presence, because I have a business meeting to attend. Can I have Gil give you a lift since he's told me you arrived with Holly and the young lady is gone."
"Yes please. I left my car in the parking lot of her shop."
"Very well then. Until Saturday evening. Dress is informal, but not grungy." He pecked me on the cheek before he left me standing alone in the room. Gil arrived shortly, and asked how the interview went. I told him that Buford had offered me a job in the house, but that he had not really defined it. He grinned.
"He instructed me to show you the place, and then to return you to your car." He led the way and showed me the entire house, including Buford's private quarters as he called them. When we were finished, we returned to the kitchen, and he introduced me formally to the rest of the staff gathered there working. "James," he said, "Is the real power behind the throne here. If you need anything he will get it for you."
In the car, a new Mercedes convertible, Gil told me he was leaving Buford's employment to travel. He wanted to see Europe, and perhaps even Asia. He'd been with Buford for six years, and wanted to stretch his wings. "Atlanta's such a small place, you know. I want to see what's on the other side of the pasture." I wondered if he'd made the money to do what he wanted working for Buford since he wasn't much more than my age. I didn't ask though. My father had taught me that asking a man's salary was just not done.
Holly's shop was closed when Gil dropped me off and pulled a U turn headed back to Buckhead. I walked down the driveway to the parking area, but before I could get to my car, a window on the second floor facing the lot, flew open and Holly's head appeared. "John! you bring yourself up here this instant. I'm dying to know what happened. That door on the left there." She pointed. I climbed the stairs that opened into a single large room. The building had windows front and back but none on the sides. Holly had finished what had once been a loft for storage or possibly light manufacturing into a wonderful living space. Skylights flooded the interior which was crowded with incredible exotic plants many of which were in flower. At the front end a large leather couch and coffee table had its back to the windows. Near the center, was a small kitchen area with a counter for eating and her bedroom, so to speak, was hidden among a bower of fancy palm trees in pots and a hanging garden of flowers I didn't recognise. I was impressed. I didn't notice at first, but Belle was sitting in a chair partially hidden by plants near the couch sipping a drink nervously.
"You remember Belle John?" I nodded. "Can I get you a drink? We're drinking Manhattans."
"I'll try one, what ever it is."
"Have a seat on the couch. I'll be right there." Holly went to the kitchen, and I made my way to the front. Belle watched me coming toward her but said nothing to me. Once seated, I smiled at her and asked if she had known Holly long.
"Do you mean in the biblical way?"
"Uh. . .what?"
"Sexually honey. If you mean sexually, about a year, but I've known her personally since we went to school together at UG. She pronounced it UGH. She taught me to dress like a lady." It was only then that I realized Belle was not a woman. I had been shocked that Holly was dressed as a woman in her shop, but I knew of course from our encounter at the Purple Haze that she was a man. I was at a loss for words.
Holly arrived and handed me the drink. She had a fresh one in her hand for Belle, and her's was still sitting on a stone coaster on the large coffee table. She sat next to me and snuggled into me a little before reaching to retreve her glass. "Isn't he handsome Belle?"
"Like a slice of peach pie. Delicious." Belle sipped her new drink, eyeing me over the rim of the glass.
"You should see his equipment," Holly said, and her free hand slipped between my legs where she left it. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my groin. I found her sexually attractive, and Belle too for that matter, now that I knew she was a he. "Ooh. . ."Holly said. "What do I feel stiring down there?" Belle leaned forward for a closer look.
"Holly," she said. "You are such a forward slut."
"It does take one to know one sugar." She laughed. I shifted my weight to try to releive the growing pressure in my pants. "Ooh," Holly moaned, and squeezed with her hand in my lap. "We might need to take this to the bed."
"Let's." Belle drained her drink, and set the glass on the coaster in front of her. "I've been having fantasies ever since I met hm this afternoon."
"You shameless hussy!" Holly set her glass on its coaster, and stood up. "Drink up Johnny. We are going to rape you here and now." She lifted the hem of her dress, and showed me her hardening cock in her yellow silk panties. Belle stood as well, and pulled her dress off over her head. I stayed seated on the couch, flabergasted at both these pretty young women with good sized cocks in silken panties. Belle was even wearing a bra.
"We've shocked the boy." Belle stepped closer to me and dropped to her knees in front of me. Instinctively, I spread my legs, and she scooted up between them. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt. By this time, my cock was hard as anything had ever made it before. She paused a second to feel it through my pants, and then finished the buttons. She pulled my shirt tails out of my pants, and left my white strapped tshirt tucked in. I leaned forward, and the two girls each pulled one of my arms free of the shirt. Holly took the shirt and draped it over the chair Belle had been sitting in before.
Belle had started on my belt with her teeth. I didn't think she could manage to unbuckle it that way, but she must have had a lot of practice, because in no time, she was pulling my zipper open with the same way, and I was half undressed. Holly in the mean time, had removed her dress, and although she lacked a bra, her chest was smooth of hair, and her small breasts looked rouged with her nipples standing high with excitement. I reached for her, and she climbed onto the couch with a foot on either side of my hips. I pulled her head down to my face, and kissed her on the mouth. Belle was untying my shoes again with her teeth. After she had them undone, she removed them, and began tugging at my pants. I lifted my hips and off they came. She threw them over her shoulder not caring where they fell. I was left sitting there in my undershirt and cotton briefs and my hardon.
I broke the kiss with Holly, and switched my mouth to her left tit. I sucked at the sweet tasiting thing until the sweetness was gone. I switched to the right and the sweetness returned. Holly held my head, and threw her's back, her long blond hair trailing down her back. Belle was doing things with her teeth again, small bites along my inner thighs, and occasionally a nip on my hard shaft. I was throbbing from the attention.
Holly stood up, and I pulled her yellow panties off in one quick movement. Her large hard cock fell across my face, and I opened my mouth and sucked it in. She maoned again, and began to hump my face while holding my head in a tight grip with her arms. Bell began tugging at my briefs, and I raised my hips again, and off they came. They followed my pants in an arc over her shoulder while she dived onto my cock and soon enough had it all the way down her throat. Her swallowing muscles working my cockhead made me squirm and start moaning on Holly's shaft.
After a few minutes of this activity, Holly pulled her cock out of my mouth and kissed me again. She reversed herself on the couch so her butt was now in my face. She bent at the waist and spread her cheeks with her hands and backed her crack over my face. I got the message, and began to do my job. Her hole was sweet as well. I remembered Buford's comment about Tupelo honey. I'd have to ask.
Belle had also stood up and reversed herself. I could feel her doing things to my cock, but because of Holly's butthole in my face, I couldn't see. But after a few stroking feelings on my shaft, I felt a pressure on the head, and then something tight and hot slipping over it. I suspected I was sliding home in Belle's hole. This proved correct, when she reached bottom, and sighed. We sat with me buried to the hilt in her for a moment, and then she began to fuck herself on my shaft. I went back to eating Holly for dinner, and soon enough we were all moaning and groaning our pleasure. Belle was the first to cum, her first shot spalttered across the coffee table and landed in the glass Holly had set on its coaster. Her second, she caught in her hand, and followed it with a third and fourth. Her cream filled hand was offered to Holly, and I stopped eating for a moment to watch as she lovingly licked it off. Belle removed herself from my stillhard cock, and in a flash, Holly was sitting in my lap impaled on my shaft as well. I stood up, lifitng her slight body with me, and bent her over the couch. Holding her hips tightly, I began fucking her hard. I needed to cum. Belle crawled under Holly and began sucking her cock while I pounded her hole with all I had. When I started to cum, I pulled out of her, and sprayed my jism across her back. She moaned and then Belle began swallowing fast. I pushed back into her hole, and humped her through her climax, and stayed there until she was woosy with pleasure before I pulled my softening cock out of her sweet hole.
Belle took my wilted cock in her mouth and cleaned it of both their juices. We lay in a pile naked except for my undershirt, on the couch for several euphoric minutes, before Holly finally sat up, and asked if I wanted another drink. I asked for a glass of water, and maybe a cup of coffee. Belle stirred and sat up. while Holly padded barefoot to the kitchen and started doing things.
"Holly said you were a virgin until just a few days ago." I nodded, looking around for my underwear. "Who taught you to fuck like that?"
"Must have been my friend Bill, and the Reverend Allen."
"Reverend Allen?"
"Well, he was my number two, but he showed me a lot. I guess I'm a quick learner."
"Honey, you can fuck me any time." She kissed me on the cheek, and stood up. "That was just great. I haven't had a ride like that in ages."
"Don't you and Holly fuck?"
"Used to, in college, but she takes more than she gives. I like to take it too. I'm not much of a top.
Get dressed, and we'll take you out to eat something.
I'm starving. I was just pulling on my pants when Holly returned with my water and said the coffee would be ready in a jiffy. She started getting dressed again, as was Belle. Holly told me to help myself to the coffee that they had to freshen up.
I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a mug of black. I listened to the two of them giggling like girls as they put themselves together, and applied makeup smeared with our sexal activities. When they had finished, they came to the kitchen looking like perfect ladies. Down stairs, we got into Holly's Yellow Jaguar, Belle in the rear, and me in the passenger's seat.
"How about the underground?" Belle said. "There's a bar there that has good burgers, and men."
"Aren't you worn out yet?" Holly laughed. "I swear sugar. You are more of a slut every day."
"Well if that isn't a case of the pot callin' the kettle black." Holly laughed again, and pulled out of the driveway into traffic. The night was warm and young. We were all laughing at every little thing as we drove through the darkened streets.
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