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  No response.

  Decided to drive around. What was up with her? She’s ignored his attentions before. But why wasn’t she at work? This was really starting to bug him. There was only one explanation. Another guy. The “friend.” No. That was too painful to even consider. But it had to be. He’d been sensing this all spring. Her gradual inattention to him. On a couple occasions he’d seen a strange car in front of the house. He felt a buzzing in his ears but when he looked around there were no bees in the car.

  He drove aimlessly around town for about an hour and then, some time after ten, he found himself on outer Minnesota Avenue - the lake road that heads out of town by the back way. He passed Northern Fried Electronics. Noticed it was open. Hung a louie and pulled into the small cracked concrete lot parking in front of the Quonset building with its plate glass front windows displaying vintage television sets, radios, and hifi stereo systems.

  The Door’s Love Me Two Times blasted him as he entered the small shop. He knew the owner, Dill Sunday, because Dill was best friends with Blaine’s dad, Bruce. Bruce ran the town junk yard. He hooked Dill up with all kinds of vintage electronic shit that got tossed out. Most of Dill’s business these digital days came from either old timers on a nostalgia trip or young record enthusiasts catching the burgeoning wave of vinyl resurgence. In fact most of what used to be the store front electronics showroom was now taken up by bin after bin of vintage vinyl. Velvet Dayglo blacklight posters and vintage concert posters adorned the walls. It was a cool place to hangout at. Flipping through the thousands of albums was a good way to kill a couple hours.

  “Hey, Blaine, what’s happening?” Said Calico Knutson, from her stool behind the counter, Dill’s sole employee. She was cool, the closest thing Worthless Bastard had to a real hipster.

  “Hi, Calico. Just bumming around. Haven’t been in here since Dill reopened it.”

  “Like it?”

  “Interesting stuff. All this old music. Don’t have anything to play it on, though.”

  “You should talk to Dill. He could hook you up. It’s a totally different sound. You’d dig it.”

  “Cal, we got any Captain and Tennille up front?” The shout came from the bead curtain-covered doorway behind the counter.

  Blaine was just a few years out of Worthless Bastard High School, Go Honkers! But they didn’t know each other all that well. He was somewhat of a loner. You never saw him at school dances. Word had it that he was a heavy reader. But he was a good kid. After HS he took a couple years of philosophy up at NDSU before dropping out. He moved back to town, renting a room from Reverend Mark up on the second floor of his house.

  Calico led him back through the electronic jungle.

  “Hey, Blaine. Pull up a seat, buddy,” sliding a wooden bench stool his way. “Have a beer,” grabbing a couple cans of Old Mill from the fridge and handing him one.

  “Ah, no thanks, Mr. Sunday. I, I don’t drink,” lowering his slender frame cautiously onto the stool. He took the can, set it on the workbench next to him and then commenced to fidget with his hands as if he didn’t know what to do next.

  Cal slid over a chair, sat down and crossed her legs Indian style. She said, “I know what you need, Blaine.” She pulled out a baggie and rolled a joint and lit up.

  “’Ere,” passing the pungent smelling sacrament to Blaine.

  “Is that marijuana… no, no, I can’t. I need to face my problems, not run from them.”

  “And what might those be,” Cal said, taking another hit and blowing smoke in his eyes.

  Dill popped a beer and chugged, wondering what was up and wanting to help in anyway he could.

  “Malory was out all night and didn’t come home,” he said, scoping out the repair shop, looking everywhere but into their eyes. A red flag went up in the analytical part of Dill’s brain.

  Careful here. Careful. Find out what he knows.

  Cal said, “Chill, dude, she’s a big girl. She can do what she wants.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Blaine said. The boy looked pale and sweaty like he was about to pass out.

  “Wait a minute,” Dill said. “Are you sweet on this girl? Are you dating?”

  “Well, not officially, but we are very close and we spend a lot of time together.”

  Shit, Dill wonders, does he even know about her and Sven?

  “When did you last see her, Blaine?”

  “Last night at Bible study. Usually we study together afterward and then we say good night before turning in. But last night, after the study group broke up, Reverend Mark called her into his sacristy and that was it. Not even a text message from her. I really have a bad feeling.”

  Feelings of guilt and paranoia started flooding Dill’s mind. He had to enter damage control mode.

  “Look, Blaine, I’m sure there’s a good explanation and I’m going to help you find it. Look at me, I’m a skilled trouble shooter. I know how to fix things.”

  “That’s right,” Cal said, sensing the need to help Dill, “He can fix anything.”

  “What better detective than a guy who roots out problems and finds solutions. Huh?”

  “You are good.”

  “Rest your mind, Dill is gonna get to the bottom of this. I’m sure you and Malory will be studying your Bibles again by night fall.

  “I’m just afraid she’s found some other guy and he’s taken advantage of her.”

  “Now don’t go filling your head with dooms day scenarios. If that is the case we’ll deal with it then. Right now, I think the best thing for you to do is relax - Cal put on some good music for Blaine. Later, I’ll go pay a visit to the Reverend Mark. See if what he knows.”

  Cal put Song of the Humpback Whale on the hifi and then scootched up close to Blaine, rubbing her hand along his jean clad thigh. “You sure you don’t want to try some of this? It can do wonders for stress,” holding the smoldering tip of the doobie to him.

  “I have to be at work in an hour and I don’t want to get fired.”

  “Well, then maybe I got something else you might enjoy.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You know what I like? I like giving blowjobs. Ever have one?”

  “N-n-nope,” his eyes lighting up. He covered his mouth with his hand to keep drool from spilling out.

  “Well, why don’t I show you,” taking the last toke off the doobie and then kneeling in front of him.

  Dill leaned back in his swivel chair, drank beer and watched while contemplating what to do about the Malory situation.

  “Just one rule, though, and this is the only rule I have in the whole wide world, I don’t like guy’s grabbing my head when I blow ‘em, Ya dig?” winking up at Blaine.

  “Yeah, that’s cool,” swallowing hard, not believing what’s about to happen. “Look, ma, no hands,” nervously chuckling and holding them in the air.

  Calico giggled and slid her hands up his thighs and unfastened his belt. She unzipped him and pulled out his shirt. “O-M-G, how many layers you got here, darling?” She dug inside his JCPenny’s tidy whities, pulled out his limp dick and spoke to it, “Oh, poor thing, you look sad. Let me make you happy.” She kissed it and tickled it and squeezed it while sucking on his balls and soon it was leaping skyward. Calico devoured him while stroking his shaft with a twisting motion of her right wrist.

  “Ohh, oh, ah, ah, ahhh.” Blaine couldn’t stand the pleasure and shot his load into Calico’s mouth.

  “Wow, you did good,” swallowing and wiping her lips with her wrist. “By the way, you have great tasting Cum, Blaine. Feel better?”

  “Yeah, but I should go now,” zipping up and heading for the door. “I got to get ready for work.”

  “Don’t worry about a thing, Blaine,” Dill said, finishing his beer, “I’ll have news about Malory for you soon.”

  Blaine disappeared through the beaded curtain. Dill and Calico heard him utter a nervous “Oh, excuse me, sir.” from the other room. A second later Deputy Sven Ramirez parted the beads
and stepped in.

  “Dill, did I just hear you mention Malory?”

  Chapter 4

  A New Partnership

  “Whew,” Sven entered the back room fanning the air with his left hand. “You been smoking the funny weed back here, Dill? Calico?” He walked back to the repair bench where Blaine had just left them. Calico just barely had time to hide the baggie of weed inside a disemboweled Philco radio under the bench.

  “Sven, come in. To what do we owe the honor?” Dill said, standing.

  “Cut the crap, Dill” chuckling, standing legs spread, hand on hips. “Come to check on you, big guy. Your Suburban was parked at Quick Pump all night. You okay?”

  “Appreciate that, Sven. I just had one too many beers to drive all the way home. Thought it best to sleep it off.”

  “Yeah, he’s really feeling much better now, deputy,” Calico said, standing and putting her arm around Dill’s waist and kissing his cheek. “Yeah, my stud muffin is back safe-n-sound.”

  “I heard Malory’s name mentioned….”

  “Oh, you know that kid, Blaine has a crush on her. He got concerned about her being out last night. Came to me for advice, on account of my analytical powers and all….Did you find her last night?”

  “If Blaine is concerned about Malory he should be coming to me.”

  “Get serious, deputy,” Calico said, smiling sweetly, “If he knew you two were lovers he’d do something stupid.”

  “You didn’t answer my question, Sven. What did you find out about Malory last night? The boy said she never got home.”

  “Look, I’m the one doing the questioning around here. Why you so interested, Dill?”

  “Please, pa-leeze,” Cal said, stepping between the two men. “Will both of you chill? Let’s all relax. We can work together on this. We want the same thing here,” caressing Svens crotch, curious about how big a donkey dick a guy six-foot-five would have. She wasn’t disappointed. His rod responding to her delicate touch. “We all want to find Malory safe and sound. Let’s work together,” lowering her voice to a whisper.”

  “She’s right, you know,” Dill said, caressing Cal’s shoulders and stepping out along side her and seeing her effect on him.

  Sven’s face, with its rock jaw, relaxed, He sensed they had a valid point. “Maybe,” clearing his throat, his voice softening. “We can work something out.”

  “I know that’s what I want,” Dill said, now between them, a hand on each of their shoulders. “I recommend that we form a pact dedicated to cracking the missing Malory case, an investigatory threeway, if you will.”

  “With complete exposure and openness and sharing,” Cal added.

  “I say,” Sven said, unbuckling his heavy service belt. “Sign me up.”

  “Let us repair to the bedroom and consummate our partnership.”

  *Dill*

  Calico, highly turned on by the opportunity for a rare threeway hugs Sven, locking her lips onto his, giving him all of her tongue. Seeing her turned on to another guy makes me rock-hard, unzipping and dropping my jeans. Sven does likewise.

  “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she says, kneeling down before us. Sven and I stand side by side as she grabs both of our erect cocks, one in each of her sweet hands, and takes turns blowing us. She puts them together, side by side and compares.

  “Mmmm, I do believe I’m seeing double. Think I can fit you both in at once?”

  “Oh, baby, don’t, you’ll tear your mouth.”

  Too late. She’s already stuffing Sven’s head into the left side of her mouth and somehow manages to slip part of my head in beside it. I never would have believed it possible, but Calico is an amazing woman. Her tongue tickles our heads while stroking our shafts with her soft slender hands.

  “You prefer pussy or ass, partner,” I smile at Sven.

  “Ass all the way, you mind?”

  “You got it, Sven”

  We help Calico up onto the bed. I spread out underneath her with her pussy over my face and start tongue teasing her clit. I work two fingers into her pussy while at the same time she sucks on my cock. With her ass arched high, Sven kneels behind her and starts feasting on her delicious anus, first eating it out and then inserting his fingers to loosen her up. She gyrates and squirms and her legs tremble like she might come at any moment. She is so wet, so hot and dripping wet, she’s ready. I tap her back, signaling a change allowing me to rotate around so that she’s on top of me face to face. She reaches down underneath herself and guides my cock slowly inside. Slowly, inch by inch, she sits on my rod, easing it in all the way till I’m balls deep. I furiously pump, giving her the ride of her life. She squeals and moans and begs for me to pump harder. That’s when I slow, allowing Sven to slip inside her ass.

  *Sven*

  Dill stops pumping and gives me a thumbs up. Asshole cleared for deep penetration. To ass fuck my new crime fighting sister is one of the most unbelievably profound experiences of my life. There’s her beautifully round blemish-free ass arched high in the air in front of me. Her anus an enticingly sweet pink rosebud begging to be penetrated. I don’t know if she’s ready for such a huge cock as mine so I lean forward for a few more expansion exercises.

  While Dill continues to slowly pump her pussy, I lick around the rim of her anus, teasing it, making it beg for entry. Her taste is dirty sweet like dark chocolate and hazelnut. My tongue plays with the star-burst folds of her anus, licking them, lubing them, stretching them. And then the tip of my tongue finds her hole. What a delicious sensation. I stretch my tongue out farther than the most depraved rockstar could possibly imagine and plunge it deep into her asshole. She squirms and wiggles her ass tight into my face. I know she loves it and wants more. Her tight sphincter clenches me like a soft but strong flesh vice. I tongue fuck her asshole. In, out. In, out. In, out. Till I almost come and then I pull my mouth away and insert a finger, then two… working them around to loosen her up, then three… finger fucking her ass like a madman. By now, Calico is moaning, screaming.

  “Sven, get your big fat cock inside my ass, now.”

  I lean back, grab my hard tool, lube it with spit and probe the rim of her wondrous anal crevice with my head. At first I plunge just the tip of the head in and kind of work it around, allowing her to expand to its enormous width. Her ass squirms against it, saying, “Take me. I’m yours.” I sink my head in deeper, like a small man slowly sinking in quicksand. Then, finally, the head is completely buried in her ass and I’m free to start gently pumping. Calico gasps and clenches and screams as I plunge ever deeper into her ass. Dill coos and kisses and comforts her.

  Finally, I’m balls deep inside Calico’s ass. I pump her with long slow gentle strokes. Dill, too, resumes pumping her pussy. Together we fall into an alternating in-out rhythm. Calico, sandwiched between our two beefy bodies shakes with the ecstasy of having twin pistons from twin hulks pump her at the same time. Through the thin flesh wall that separates her pussy and ass, I can feel the contours of Dill’s mighty rod as it pumps in and out. Calico’s whole body vibrates like she’s a purring pussy on steroids.

  I’m about to come when I see Dill signally me to pull out. Calico is panting. Is something wrong?

  “I want both of you to come in my pussy… at the same time.”

  *Calico*

  “Are you crazy, Cal, two cocks the size of ours in your pussy at the same time will tear you apart.”

  “I can expand. I want you both to come inside me at the same time.”

  I still have Dill’s thick shaft in my vagina and I’m slowly gliding up and down along its marvelous length. My whole body is vibrating from both fuck buddies pumping me fast and furious. My love box is a virtual sea of pussy honey. I feel very loose and pliable. Sven pulls out of my ass leaving a gaping hole a mile wide in my ass. I feel the air rush in, cool on my ass walls that had seconds ago clenched his cock. My ass hole slowly closes. I stop riding Dill’s cock and wait for Sven to slip inside my pussy. He lowers his member and prods
my lips, prying it in above Dill’s cock. I lurch at the sudden intrusion but then relax and he’s in. God it’s tight. I’m breathing heavy, like a steam locomotive climbing a steep hill. The three of us work together, We’re all three drenched in sweat. Sven is leaning over me, supported by his massive arms extending down along both sides of my ribs. So I feel very little of his weight press against me. I only feel his hot snorting breath on my neck. Dill has grasped my upper body, under my armpits and is using his incredible arm strength to glide my entire body back and forth along his sweat lubed torso complementing their pelvic thrusts. Their two unified cocks slide in and out of me as one massive phallus.

  I have never experienced such pain and pleasure at the same time in my life. As we synchronize our thrusts this human sex engine of ours picks up speed. I’m panting, moaning, screaming. Dill is grunting like a grizzly bear. Sven is snorting like some wild bull. I fear we’re going to break the bed.

  “I’m coming,” I scream, wild spasms rippling through my limbs.

  Both Dill and Sven shout obscenities at the top of their lungs. I feel their muscles tense up and then release bursts of furious energy like high caliber automatic sex guns. My body shakes 7.5 on the Richter scale. Simultaneously they both shoot their liquid fire jets of semen inside me, the molten love nectar spilling out of my full cunt onto my legs. As their orgasmic spasms dissipate we collapse in a boy-girl-boy triple decker heap. We roll over and fall apart, sweaty, sticky, cum covered. Catch our breathes.

  “I sure could go for a cigarette about now.”

  “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership,” Dill says.

  “I don’t think it would set too well with the people of Worthless Bastard,” Sven says.

  “Do they need to know?”

  “Not really. Not right away at least.”

  “So, what do we do now?”

  Thank you for reading Calico. This is the second book in the Love Binge series. Look for the further erotic exploits of Dill and the sexy women of Worthless Bastard, Minnesota in Twa, book three of the series coming soon.