Alvin Dick’s Contact with Females, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-09-22. Times viewed: 6856.
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- Intro: A guy finishes high school and fails to find work until he’s employed as the gardener for three married women who have other duties in mind for him.
[Author’s note: I enjoyed creating this one.]
Alvin Dick, a gangly 18-year old with the nickname of ‘Flagstaff’, finished his high school education and continued living at home in Rudman (pop. 54,700) while looking for what his mum called ‘meaningful work’.
Most days he went off visiting a few of multitudinous businesses in the borough to enquire about employment prospects. He quickly learned there were numerous ways at being told to get lost.
Living at home was a pain because his pesky sister would come home drunk (two gins max) and shake him awake and demand to see his ‘thingy’ that she sometimes referred to as Master Dick’s dick. Then after one look she’d shout “Oh god” and would flee the room.
Alvin believed Pam, who was twenty, should be shafted and his mum who knew what was going on agreed but told him to leave what she termed ‘that momentous event’ to some lucky guy and that Alvin should lose his virginity to some other guy’s sister.
Alvin remembered that conversation well. He’d said jokingly, “Who took your virginity mum, granddad?”
And bang.
Her fist slammed into his right ear, flattening it against his scull in a blinding spasm of pain.
“Jesus mum.”
“You keep your mouth shut about that, do you hear? And stop talking to your granddad about me.”
He nodded and fought off tears.
God who’d want to talk about her to anyone? His mum was a fucking bully.
But all was soon forgiven because she looked quite upset when he appeared for dinner that evening and she saw his reddened ear. When Alvin returned to his bedroom to sulk he found she’d been in and left an extra plate of pudding on his desk, plum duff, coated with custard and topped with half a cup of double cream. Oh boy, his mum was close to being an angel.
On the third week of earnest job-hunting, far more intense than his enquiries in the last months before leaving school, Alvin biked out seven miles to A.J. Ladbrook Quarry Ltd. He’d read up about the company in preparation for an interview if he were given one.
It was late spring, a cloudy day but with sunlight shafting through the cloud breaks, and the valley looked peaceful and beautiful and the words ‘delightfully rustic’ floated through Alvin’s mind as he rode up toward to the three houses, one the old original stone house built in 1766 according to what he’d read and the two fairly recently built as ‘show homes’ for architects to view and for builders to bring client’s interested in Ladbrook stone.
Alfred Ladbrook, now retired in Rudman, had the two houses built before handing over the quarry to his sons, Kevin, John and once they’d all married and were committed as families to stay on at the quarry. The sons were left to fight over the allocation of housing.
Alvin spotted a woman up ahead kicking the tire of her car.
He stopped and asked could he help.
“Yes make me a couple of gallons of petrol. There’s nowt (nothing) in the tank.”
“Where’s the nearest petrol station?”
She looked to be in her mid-twenties and pointed and said, “Five and a half miles that way but there’s petrol half a mile up at the quarry.”
“Then you take my bike and go back and get half a gallon to get you to the village to fill the tank.”
She looked surprised and said but she didn’t know him.
“That’s right.”
“And yet you would trust me?”
“Yeah why not, you look respectable enough.”
“Oh thanks,” she smiled. “And what do you want out of this?”
He said nothing and she said he must want something but he said no.
“Then what about a kiss when I come back?”
“Okay, you look attractive enough to kiss.”
The brunette in jeans and a tight shirt indicating great breasts snorted and said, “Oh thanks” and invited him to wait in the car and she rode off competently on the road racing bicycle.
She returned with a can with a pouring spout. Unstrapping it from around her back, she handed it to Alvin without saying a word. He poured the contents of the container into the tank after smelling it to confirm it was petrol. Alvin was a guy who distrusted women to be practical about practical things.
“Thanks, my name is Cheryl. You may kiss me now.”
He’d rehearsed what to say.
“No you kiss me and make sure it’s a decent one.”
He’d thought she’d appeared to be a bit unladylike and was right. Cheryl slammed into him, grabbed a handful of his butt to pull him closer and kissed him with an open mouth and their tongues touched, sending minute electric shocks though him.
“Jesus,” he said, as they pulled apart.
“Are you a virgin?”
Alvin didn’t answer and Cheryl giggled, “Omigod. Do me on the bonnet of the car now. Once you have you first one, the next one will come to your sooner and will be more pleasurable.”
“Um I better not.”
Cheryl looked quite startled and asked did he not like her.
“I-I don’t know. I’ve only just met you.”
“Oh?”
That left Alvin wondering if that’s the first time a guy had turned her down. She asked him why was he on his way to the quarry and he said to seek work.
“Oh.”
“Oh that means there are no prospects for me here?”
“It’s like this you see. I’m married to the youngest brother and they employ six workers and we have six at present. But we can check up on that. Leave your bike here and come with me to Lars Village to shop and fill the petrol tank. You can carry for me.”
They arrived back more than an hour later to where they’d left the bike and Cheryl drove home slowly with Alvin hanging on to the side of the driver’s door with the window down to be towed.
He was most interested in Cheryl because she was unlike a young teacher because she had what seemed to be an irrelevant manner and she certainly was unlike his friend’s mothers or even their older sisters. Perhaps when growing up she’d been a tomboy and she gave him the impression she’d take no shit from him.
Cheryl almost made him fall off his bicycle when she ran his fingers over his clutching fingers and asked calmly, “Have these fingers ever been inside a female?”
His blush burned and she demanded, “Answer me.”
“Only girls my age.”
“Oooh lucky girls but they didn’t offer anything else eh?”
“I think there were as apprehensive as I was. I couldn’t get near the hot bitches because the competition was too fierce.”
“Ah so you name women who like sex as hot bitches?”
Alvin said he’d picked that term up from other girls who used it when speaking about sexually active girls.
“Oooh saved by the bell,” she giggled.
Alvin said, “I’m beginning to like you enough to let you have sex with me.”
The car wobbled and Alvin had to let go and slowed his bike slightly as Cheryl had to turn the wheel sharply to avoid driving into the side ditch. She slowed and he pedalled up and reconnected.
“God Alvin you over-excited me.”
He said sorry and she said it was okay because she really liked being excited.
“We’ll be home before the men arrive for lunch. I’ll talk to my sisters-in law about you.”
“What you mean about sex?”
“Darling not everything I talk about concerns sex. I would like to talk to them about you working here. Do you know anything about gardening?”
“Yes a bit; I’ve helped mum with gardening for years to earn a few bob and in recent years I’ve done the lawns and vegetable garden for dad and my gran sits in a chair and tells me what to do in planting bulbs and pruning fruit trees and that kind of stuff.”
“That kind of stuff? Do your parents talk like that?”
“Dunno.”
“What?”
“I meant I don’t know but really I do because mom clips me over the ear for using what she calls common talk but it’s how everyone talks at school.”
“Well Alvin, you’re not at school now and if you want to seduce me I’d expect you to speak to me properly.”
“Oh god you are not going to tell your sisters-in-law you want to fuck me are you?”
Laughing, Cheryl maintained a steady hand on the steering wheel that time and said no, of course not, but Alvin would not be exclusively hers. His bike wobbled a bit but he held firm.
“How old are you?”
She replied saucily, “God you’re cheeky.”
“Go on.”
“I’m twenty-four with a nice pussy and big tits for my build. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“It’s more than I expected to hear and I guess that’s why your husband married you.”
She nodded and said that indicated Alvin wasn’t as thick as the hired workers in the quarry.
* * *
Cheryl introduced Alvin to Evelyn (36) and Jane (28) and Evelyn acted as if she were Queen Bee.
“So you’re the guy who let Cheryl use your bike to come back here for petrol.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Please don’t address me as if I were an old woman. Call me Evelyn. Why didn’t you behave like a gentleman and come and fetch the petrol for her?”
“I would have had to find you and you might have doubted my story and then you would have had to find the container and fill it with petrol and then told me that my story better be true otherwise you’d find me and kick me ass. Having Cheryl get the petrol seemed the efficient and expedient solution?”
“You must have been listening in school to have learned big words and logic like that?”
“Thank you Evelyn.”
“And your mum had brought you up proper as well.”
“I’m up here looking for work.”
“We’ll we have a full crew so there’s not work but stay and have lunch with us.”
“Cheryl mentioned you need a gardener and I can see why. Your gardens around these nice looking houses are crap.”
“Watch you lip boy.”
Jane (28) said, “What is a Zepherin Droubin?”
“It’s a beautiful pink climbing rose, hardy and should do well here and is practically thornless and that’s good if you have people moving through near where there are planted. They can thrive when not in full sun and like all climbers need to be trained horizontally and well as vertically. Roses are best planted November to February.”
“What predominant flower would you recommend we plant here?”
“I’m big on Irises Jane. My grandmother has them and they require well-draining and neutral to slightly alkaline soil and I bet they’d do well here and out in the open in a sunny position. Most types of bulbs would do well here and against the back-drop of these stone houses I’d suggest mass planting of salmon pink tulips.”
“God yes, that would look simply amazing,” Jane said. “He knows gardening girls.”
“Well that’s nearing the limit in my knowledge of flowers Jane and in the shadier places I’d think Rhododendron of varying heights.”
“Are we convinced?” Cheryl asked.
“Let’s hit the men at lunchtime like terriers and push for Alvin to be our gardener,” Evelyn said. “Cheryl you’ve known Alvin the longest so you speak about his character and Jane you speak about the vision of our new flora vista and I hit on them about the economic advantage of the probability of such a small outlay having on nailing indecisive prospected clients and that at the moment most of the ground around here is stark and in need of loving care.”
The men arrived for lunch and with them, like the women, age appeared to determine the pecking order with one exception. Kevin, at thirty-three was three years younger than his wife but carried the titles of company managing director and quarry operations manager. He and Evelyn had three children who were vat primary school. John was a year older than Jane (28) and they had two infants currently coming to the end of their morning nap and Lester was only a couple of months older than Cheryl and they were without children.
The guys were friendly enough in greeting Alvin and everyone sat down for lunch with the two infants having to be awakened and given attention. The guys listened to the women begin their spiel and the wives made quite a compelling case for the employment of Alvin as company gardener.
When that finished, the women looked apprehensively at Kevin.
He ignored them and asked, “What do you say boy?”
“What Evelyn, Jane and Cheryl said was accurate.”
“Thanks for nothing. If all of that were bullshit it still would be accurate.”
“Are you in the habit of saying you wife and sister-in-law talk bullshit?”
Suddenly no one was eating.
Kevin held back his response and finally grinned and said, “You’ve got a bit of backbone for a skinny kid. Why did you come here?”
“As Cheryl said, I came looking for work, being eighteen and it’s time for me to become a man.”
“And you came to a quarry looking for work when you know nothing about quarrying?”
“Kevin I bet you weren’t born with the knowledge and had to learn everything you now know.”
The others kept eating in silence and Kevin said, “You’re a smart dick Mr Dick because that’s a good point you make.”
Alvin broke the silence.
“Although I know nothing about quarrying I did brief myself before coming here. A descendent of yours purchased this valley in 1843 probably half-thinking he was buying practically worthless land without knowing that during the last big Ice Age a glacier had carved out this valley and later retreated leaving behind smooth layers of sediment that hardened under the pressure of the weight of a huge thickness of ice. Then seventy-seven years ago your family discovered they were sitting on a huge cache of sandstone in layers that could be easily separated. The sandstone was soft enough to work when first quarried and would then begin to harden with inherent great durability. Sandstone from this quarry is used for roofing, walls, paving in gardens, building patios and entrances, rockeries, raised gardens and steps.”
Everyone stared at Alvin impressed until John said tersely, “Are you a spy from a rival quarry?”
“What at my age?”
“Leave him,” Kevin said. “The kid is probably who he says he is, a kid looking for work. What’s your dad’s name Alvin?”
“Joe Dick and he’s operations manager for Aspen Furniture Movers.”
“Don’t know him. What was your mother’s name before she married him?”
“Kathleen Bolt.”
“Jesus my teacher at primary school was Kathleen Bolt, who ran the school because we had a weak headmaster. She would slug you as soon as look at you. Her dad was a stonemason.”
Alvin rubbed his right ear thinking about his mum and nodded.
John said, “I remember her. He’s making it up that Mrs Bolt is his mother.”
Cheryl said, “Was your mother a school teacher?”
Alvin said yes.
“You said your grandmother has taught you heaps. What is her name?”
“Violet Bolt and she married my grandfather Hugh Bolt and he’s rather poorly now.”
“And what kind of work…”
“Back off John,” Kevin said. “Hughie Bolt was a stonemason. I remember he supervised the building of Rudman’s 150 Year Jubilee Arch in The Stables Square. Dad took me to the official opening because he’d donated the paving slabs for it and I went in with the big-wigs for morning tea and stuffed myself on cream cakes.”
“Then Alvin is almost like family to us,” Jane said.
Evelyn said, “It sure does. We can’t kick the son of a great stonemason out of this quarry.”
“Yeah, yeah. You fucking women are ganging up on me again. Well that kind of behaviour doesn’t work on me. Come on lads, back to work. Nice meeting you Alvin.”
At the door, John and Lester almost collided with their bigger-framed brother when he stopped and turned.
“Evelyn sign the boy on and don’t pay him too much and be clear about the conditions of employment you impose. He can sleep in the disused bedroom above the workshop and eat all meals with us. And if it’s the plan of you women to shag him because you’re bored, then don’t all be at him at once because he’d only a youth.”
“Alvin don’t let them at you unless they do some of your work for you and always use a condom; they’ll have them. When everything is finished to Evelyn’s satisfaction I’ll sack the laziest bastard working in the quarry and you can take his place.”
The men turned and left before Alvin could frame a reply. Jesus, had he heard John correctly saying the women could fuck him? Nah that call must have been some kind of family joke.
“Turn about you skinny youth,” Evelyn laughed. “Then pull out your dick and show us what we have at our disposal.”
“I… er … well… um.”
“Christ you’re shy. Never mind come with me for your briefing and then Cheryl will take you home to allow you to tell your mother about your new job and to collect your possessions you’ll want here. I’ll want anal sex and am out of lubricant. You can pick up a tube at the chemist’s.”
“Me ask a chemist for that stuff?”
“It’s okay Alvin, don’t panic,” Cheryl giggled and said she’d buy it.
As they set off for Rudman, Cheryl said they had an order of seniority which meant Evelyn would have first go at him and Jane could well decide he wasn’t her type because she was fussy like that.
“Once it’s my turn I’ll probably want to fuck you every day and Evelyn will want attention as well although perhaps not every day because she also gets John to bang her when Kevin is away or off key.”
“Would you like me to try to give you a baby?”
“Who told you it doesn’t… um… well it doesn’t seem to be working out between Lester and me?”
“No one did. I just saw the sad way you looked at Jess and James at lunchtime.”
“Yeah well you are a smart kid. I’ll talk to Lester about it.”
“Er no.”
“What’s there to be scared about? All he has to do is to say yes or no because around here John is boss and John has already said it’s okay for me to fuck you. The younger brothers and we women know it’s not wise to cross John and if Evelyn complains about your workmanship or your attitude toward her or you declining to fuck her you’d better watch out. He’s a really hard man is our John and around here he’d King John.”
“Has he fucked you?”
“Mind your business Alvin,” Cheryl practically shouted. “And behave like a passenger who respects his driver.”
Alvin responded with a little sarcasm, “Have you had driving lessons?”
“Jesus Alvin,” Cheryl said ominously. “You listen to me: I can kick arse too.”
Alvin’s mother was delighted Alvin had found work at the quarry.
He blurted out the news as soon as he mum came out to greet them, having heard the car arrive.
Alvin then introduced Cheryl as Mrs Ladbrook and Kathleen said, “Good afternoon dear, and which of the brother’s did you marry. It won’t be John because he married Bert and Winnie Lovegrove’s eldest daughter Evelyn. My pick is your husband is around your age and so that will be Lester. I taught John for a year and later left the school because I was pregnant. Gosh in my last year there John ruled that playground like the Sheriff of Nottingham.”
“Yes I married Lester Mrs Dick,” Cheryl said and giggling added, “I’ll tell John you remember him as a very charming boy.”
“You have a smart head on you Cheryl.” Kathleen said, surprising Cheryl at knowing her name.
“I’d finished at the school before you arrived there. You and your family arrived from Ridgeway and you are Pat and Harry’s youngest. I know that because I’ve served on the Little Theatre’s Friday cake stall on many occasions with your mother Pat. Come in for tea darling and take a look at Alvin’s really untidy bedroom.”
Alvin, standing in the hallway grinned when he heard Cheryl said, “This room is really quite tidy for a male Mrs Dick.”
On the way home Cheryl stopped at a chemist shop and bought anal lube and handed Alvin a box of 48 condoms saying it was best he had his own supply.
“You know the correct way to roll on a condom don’t you?”
Calvin hung his head.
“Oh god, I’d forgotten you’re a virgin. Look we’ll stop on the way home and I’ll give you some basic instruction. There’s nothing much to putting on a condom and using it providing you keep relaxed and don’t be in too much of a hurry.
They parked off the road behind some trees.
“Pull your dick out for me.”
“What now?”
“Oh Alvin,” Cheryl sighed.
He caught her meaning and unzipped and pulled it out and worked it up.
“God you are bigger than Lester and Kevin but not John.”
He goaded, “How do you know about the other two brothers?”
She scolded, “Mind your fucking business.”
“Okay keep your hair on… or do you shave down there?”
“You’d really like to see a real female cunt wouldn’t you boy?”
He squirmed and was told to answer.
“Yes providing you think you qualify.”
She swung a slap but Alvin caught her wrist and she cried, “Ouch you’re hurting me.”
“Well keep your hands to yourself and you won’t be hurt.”
“Okay but you sure are sure strong for a skinny chap.”
Alvin said he was body-fit and conditioned for indoor basketball, meaning developing leg and upper body strength.
Cheryl said that was enough talk and he should watch as she rolled the condom on him. But first she jerked him to get his cock fully erect and they became interested in what she was doing. Cheryl was practically panting although the jerking wasn’t being done strenuously. She became quiet and didn’t provide a commentary as she pulled the packaging apart carefully, took the tip of the condom between her thumb and forefinger and checking that it would roll down correctly, keep pinching the tip softly and rolled the condom down slowly with her other hand.
Alvin was calm, having had chicks roll condoms on him before and of course he wasn’t a virgin, not that he’d claim that because he saw advantages at his present age of leaving females with the impression he was still a virgin. Guys had told him women were sometimes anxious not to leave a guy dating them still a virgin because they had this desire to release him from his social misfortune.
“Did you watch carefully?” Cheryl asked, no longer able to conceal her slight panting.
“Yeah nothing too it. You checked it would roll on the right way, maintaining tension to keep it smooth and you rolled it all the way down to my balls.”
“And why did I hold the tip?”
“Dunno… oh to expel the air to maximise room for cum to fill the tip.”
“I expelled air to allow the ejaculated fluid to fill the reservoir. Yes that’s correct. Did you notice anything else?”
“You didn’t look like you wanted to suck my dick with the condom on.”
“What? No I didn’t mean that,” Cheryl said, looked at his erection intently.
“Um you did everything carefully and softly to protect the relatively fragile membrane?”
“Yes, good boy. Um can I touch your penis?”
“Why don’t you fuck me so that I’m not scared dumb if Evelyn wants me in her big hole.”
Cheryl said Evelyn would want him to pound her for more than an hour and he must never allow Evelyn to hear him alleging she had a big hole.
“Please Cheryl, help me out here and have a piece of me.”
“Very well but you keep your mouth shut about this, do you hear?”
“Yeah of course.”
“Come outside because it’s damn hard to fuck in a car. Grab the picnic rug from the boot.
She pulled the release for the boot and by the time Alvin returned to where she was standing on a soft area of rank grass she was nude.
“Cripes you’ve got a great body.”
He saw the spread of her blush and grinned and she looked almost shy. That told Alvin she wasn’t as tough as she made out.
Cheryl said, “Have you any idea of what to do?”
“Yeah you lie on your back, legs pulled up and spread wide and I push in your hole and bang like the dickens until I shoot and blow cum through the end of the condom and make your baby.”
She looked rather shaken and murmured well the first part of that was technically correct. She got down into position on the rug, attempting to do so as ungainly as possible, and Alvin fell to his knees gracefully, in exactly the right position.
He said “Great tits” and licked over the left-hand tit delicately, making Cheryl emit a groan before she had time to throttle back on it. He then covered Cheryl’s mouth with soft lips delivering just the sweetest of kisses and made Cheryl abandoned restraint.
She pulled him back into an open mouth kiss and their tongues sparred and she arched her back to push her breasts hard into his chest because she wanted him hard and aimed to steer him into her within half a minute…
Christ, she gaped, finding he was now feeding Dick’s dick into her and unbelievably he rammed his tongue deep into her mouth as he pulled back and gave an almighty thrust that made her grunt and suck his tongue hard.
And then he began ganging her and he slapped her ass and cried passionately, “Come on Cheryl, get your fat ass pumping.”
The skinny shit. She had a trim ass and he knew it and she knew this was no time for her to berate him. She caught his rhythm and they were away and she soon knew this wasn’t his first fuck.
“You little lying shit,” she growled, biting his closest ear. “You’re no more a virgin than I am.”
They sweated and grunted and talked dirty and finally they were both carried away into successful conclusions with the timings not too far apart and they lay locked together and panting.
“You little lying shit,” she gasped.
“Go on you loved being suckered,” he teased, sounding more than a 30-year old than a teen twelve years younger.
“Christ I really do feel fucked,” Cheryl snickered. “And this will inflate your ego. That was the best fuck I’ve had in ages and it was because of you, a skinny asshole.”
“Don’t go overboard with you praise,” he smiled and licked her face and that surprised Cheryl because she didn’t react adversely. At that she knew she’d gone soft on the kid.
They headed off and as the car approached the access road to the quarry, Cheryl said, “You will have to eat hearty meals to put on some bulk because with you fucking with that level of expertise and the ability you have to handle a woman, I can’t see Jane turning off you after a trial fuck. And in regularly servicing three women you’ll have to generate the required energy to sustain that sexual workload.”
“That’s okay. You women can draw up a reasonable timetable for sex with me, one that will keep me able to operate a peak level.”
“Good thinking. Remember we women have the three brothers having a piece of us as well and of the three women I’m the only one who really likes having sex. It might help you not to deliver your best when you’re with Jane and Evelyn to avoid them becoming overly interested in you.”
“You cunning bitch,” he laughed. “Well I better increase my fitness. I’ll run and I have my cycle but I’d really like to add a rowing machine and weights to my working-out regime.
“John has a small gym with weights and some other things and I know Evelyn uses a rowing machine. You need to talk to them. Just tell John you’ll work harder at gardening if you become fitter. He won’t wish to hear you say you need to become fitter to keep up with the sexual demands of his wife and his two sisters-in-law.”
“Oh yeah. I must keep my mouth shut about the whorish tendencies of you three women.”
At that inflammatory comment, Cheryl narrowly missed running the car off the road and into the side drain.
(((The End)))
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