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Frankie's Story (Mf-teen, affair, ped, sad)
by Emerson-Laken Palmer
Thanks to everyone who helped and inspired.
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It's funny how little chapters of your life start so unexpectedly and
without you realizing that they started until you take a look back and
clearly see their beginning point.
This chapter started at a checkout counter, at a supermarket, in a
northern suburb of Detroit.
My wife and I grocery shop every Sunday at the same store and our
week's-worth of food totals up to quite a haul to feed both us and our
hungry, teenage son.
I was helping Lynn place the items from our cart onto the conveyer when
I noticed the little girl bagging the groceries. Well, she wasn't a
LITTLE girl - even though she WAS certainly little. She was a
school-aged teen but she couldn't have been much more than five foot
tall. But there was something about her that caused me not to be able
to take my eyes away from her as I watched her place our purchased items
into the brown, paper bags.
At first glance, and from her small stature, I got the impression of a
little wood nymph like the one from that Tom Cruise movie about the last
unicorn. Her brownish-blonde hair was tousled and cut so short (close
around the contours of her head) that you could plainly see all of both
of her ears, including the jeweled studs that marked she'd had her lobes
pierced at least six times. Her face was round with freckle and
acne-spotted cheeks and she wore wire-rimmed glasses with thick,
circular lenses that made her large, emerald-green eyes look even
larger. As she worked, quickly packing the groceries, she had to keep
pushing those glasses up to the bridge of her small, pert little nose,
using her index and middle fingers as if she were constantly giving
the Girl Scout salute. Her lips were full and pink and pouting and she
seemed to struggle to keep them clamped so tightly closed over what must
have been a mouthful of braces or something.
I wondered what she would look like if she smiled but she was taking her
work so seriously, as she placed each item in its proper place in the
bags, that a smile seemed utterly out of the question.
On close examination she was not what you would call a beauty. She
didn't look like someone the boys at her school would be fawning over.
In fact she looked like someone the boys would definitely ignore. But
there was something so very pretty about the dignity of her as she did
her job so solemnly and deliberately and tried so hard to keep those
glasses up on the bridge of her nose she did it.
She wore a little, red smock that all the female employees of the store
seemed to be wearing. It was tied at the back and hugged the curves of
her thin waist above her blossoming hips. Each smock was emblazoned
with the logo of the store on the right of the chest and a small name
badge under that. I focused on that badge, just at the apex of the
little swell made by one of her small breasts, to see the name there in
red letters: FRANKIE it said.
My wife took my attention away as she asked me why I had bought the Del
Monte instead of the Heinz ketchup (even though Del Monte cost ten cents
more) and then I was paying the cashier.
At this store, the bagger puts your packed groceries on another cart and
takes them out to your car for you.
Frankie looked almost like an eleven-year-old as she had to lean forward
and push with both arms extended to gain enough leverage to move our
cart. But she did get it moving and led the way out of the store and
through the automatic doors into the Sunday afternoon sunshine. It was
a warm, spring day and, as Frankie pushed the cart, I noticed that she
was wearing small khaki shorts under her red smock. Her legs were small
but delicate-appearing and shapely. Her feminine thighs were thick and
very white and revealed a network of bluish veins under their opaque
skin as she walked with the strain of pushing the laden cart.
Looking back at me, she spoke with a soft but high, feminine voice,
"Where's your car, Mister?"
"There," I smiled as I pointed out our silver Mercury for her and
produced the keys to open the trunk.
She didn't return my smile but went directly to our car and I helped her
place the bags inside.
When she had put the last bag in its place, I closed the trunk-lid and
quickly produced a couple of folded dollars and held them out to her.
"Here, Frankie," I smiled. "For your trouble."
Frankie just looked at the money and then up at me, still that serious
expression as she tapped her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "We're
not supposed to accept money, sir," she said.
"Oh, go on," I pressed, still holding it out to her. "A pretty girl,
like you, can always use a little extra cash."
Now I saw something in those large, green eyes as a glow of crimson
played across both of her freckled cheeks. Then her protruding upper
lip gave up its constant hold and a row of very large, white teeth came
into my view as her face softened into a smile that she quickly covered
with her small, feminine hand.
"Thanks, mister," she said from behind her hand as she reached out, with
the other one, and took the bills from me. And then she turned and
pushed the cart back toward the store.
"Funny looking little girl," Lynn said as I joined her in the car and
started the engine.
"Really?" I replied. "I hadn't noticed her."
The next Sunday we were at the store again and I tried to get Frankie as
our bagger but the girls move from checkout to checkout as demand
dictates and Frankie ended up at the aisle next to ours.
I had my eyes on her again as we went through the adjoining line. She
seemed to have the same, attractant hold on me as I watched her. God,
she looked even smaller than I remembered her from last week... as if
she were a toy teenage girl and not a real, full-sized one.
As our bag-girl (a very pretty teen with long, billowing brown hair)
packed our groceries (right beside Frankie doing the same thing), I
heard her talking while she grabbed the items coming from the conveyer
and put them in the paper bag, "So Frankie," she was saying, "has anyone
asked you to the Spring Fling at school?"
"No," I saw her serious reply as she bagged items in her own aisle,
keeping her eyes on her work like she did last week.
"No? Didn't Hank ask you?"
"No. Why would he?"
"I don't know. So, are you going?"
"No, I'm NOT going, Audra."
"That's too bad, Frankie. All the girls here are going."
And then we were through the line and Audra took our groceries out to
the car for us.
"Is she your friend?" I asked Audra as I helped her put our bags in the
trunk.
"Who, Frankie?" she shrugged. "Frankie has no friends."
"No friends?"
"Well, I don't know really. I see her at school, in the hall and such.
Always walking with her books hugged to her chest and looking down. I
don't know who she hangs with. I never really spoke to her until she
started working here last month. Nobody ever talks to Frankie Brandt.
She's kinda' spooky, you know?"
I didn't get to ask any more because the groceries were packed and Audra
just walked away.
The next week I didn't see Frankie as we walked in. She wasn't in the
parking lot and she wasn't bagging any groceries. I felt a sinking
feeling, which I couldn't explain, but I grabbed us an empty cart and
went about my business of helping Lynn shop.
On a solo search for some baking soda, I found Frankie sweeping up a
broken bag of flour from aisle seven. She was wearing her red smock but
today she wore a tattered, old pair of blue jeans that covered her small
legs down to her dirty, white canvas shoes.
"Hey," I said as I walked up behind her, "busy working?"
Frankie snapped to an upright position like a soldier coming to
attention and she turned around to me, standing not any taller than the
broom she was holding. "Oh," she said, relaxing and smiling at me but
quickly covering her mouth with her open hand, "it's you."
"Yes," I replied. "How are you?"
"Fine."
I couldn't help myself as I asked her, "Why do you hide your smile like
that?"
Her green eyes, behind the thick lenses of her glasses, seemed to bore
into mine for a moment as she took stock of me and then she slowly
lowered her hand and said, "It's my horse teeth." And she faked a broad
smile to show me her large row of upper teeth.
They weren't buckteeth. They didn't protrude or stick outward to any
degree. They were just large in their appearance but very white and
perfectly formed and straight in a row behind her puffy, pink upper lip.
"They're lovely," I told her truthfully and watched as her forced smile
turned into a real one before my eyes.
"You think so?" she asked.
"Oh, certainly I do. There's no need to hide a pretty smile like
yours," I said as I looked down on her thin, five-foot, miniature,
feminine frame standing before me.
That's when Lynn came around the corner, pushing our cart and Frankie
went right back to sweeping as if she had never spoken a word to me.
We went about our shopping but I couldn't get Frankie off my mind as I
did so. In fact, all that next week I thought about her every day.
There was just something about that little girl that I couldn't put my
finger on but I couldn't get her out of my mind. That face. Those
green eyes. That very small, but curvy, lovely body hidden by that red
smock and those blue jeans.
What was her life like?
I wanted to know for some reason.
During that week, as I was at work, I decided to stop off at the store
on my way home and pick up some rolls for dinner.
What I really wanted to do was see Frankie again and talk to her. Find
out a little about her. Did she have friends, in spite of what the
other bag-girl had said? What was her home-life like? Did she have
brothers or sisters? What did her daddy do?
On arrival at the store, I looked around but I didn't see Frankie
anywhere. I found Audra though. She was straightening up a shelf full
of pet food in aisle 19.
"Is Frankie here today?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said as she looked at me, recognizing me as a regular
customer of the stores'. "She's in the back. Do you want me to get her
for you?"
I thought it over for a moment. How would it look? Me...a middle-aged,
married man, balding and sporting a slight paunch, calling for a frail,
little teenage girl?
"Yes" I replied, taking a chance, "would you, please?"
I followed Audra down the aisle and watched her go through a large door
into the back area of the store. After a few moments she came back out
and said, "She's cleaning the employee break room but she'll be right
out." And Audra left me standing beside a cooler full of cheeses.
I detected the spicy-stinky scent of meat that you sometimes smell near
the back of a store, it's aroma faintly reminiscent of that of a girl's
pussy, and my cock started to stir in my pants just as Frankie, a
curious expression on her round face, suddenly appeared at the doorway.
"Oh," she said, smiling as she saw me and stopping herself as she
automatically lifted her hand toward her mouth, "it's you again."
"Yes, Frankie. How are you?"
"Fine," she said, looking at me curiously. "Is there something you
wanted?"
I didn't know what to say. I suddenly felt awkward in front of her,
like I used to when I tried to talk to girls when I was in high
school... thirty years ago.
"I.. ah.. I just wanted to see you, Frankie. To TALK to you."
"Really?" she asked, still smiling up at me but looking like she didn't
believe what I was saying. "Why'd you want to talk to ME?"
"Because," I said, feeling suddenly silly and fearful of rejection but
going for broke for some reason, "I find you attractive."
Frankie's mouth suddenly went round in astonishment and she said, "You
DO?"
I just smiled and nodded, feeling my knees go weak.
Frankie now looked to the left and right and behind her and then up at
me with a serious, conspiratorial look on her features as she pushed her
glasses up to the bridge of her nose. "Do you want to take me to a
motel?" she asked.
I gulped. "A MOTEL?" I asked, my turn to be astonished. "Why?"
Frankie looked at me with a "duh?" expression for a second, as if she
had to explain something so simple to someone so stupid. "To fuck me,
of course."
I shook my head as if I couldn't believe what I had just heard from her.
"Fuck you?" I replied loudly but then quickly realized where I was and
(looking around to see that nobody had overheard) I went on, in a lower
voice, "Why would I fuck you?"
"Because," she explained. "Don't you know? I'm a whore."
"A WHORE?" I couldn't believe this. "Frankie, what are you talking
about?"
"Take me to a motel, in an hour, after I get off work and I'll explain
everything... if you want."
I told Lynn, at dinner, that I had a lot of work piled up and I was
going back to the office to get it all done tonight. She said that
she'd rented a movie for the two of us and she'd be disappointed if I
wasn't there to see it with her but that she understood and would tell
me all about it when I got home.
At 7:30 I was parked in front of the store, slinking behind the wheel
and looking around to see if I recognized anyone or (worse) anyone
recognized me and at 7:35 Frankie came out of the automatic doors,
twirling her red smock around over her head like a lariat.
I wished she wouldn't call attention to herself as I watched her walking
toward me. She DID have quite a sexy, tiny body I could tell now as she
wore a pink, sweater-blouse that hugged her thin waist and covered her
to just above her exposed belly button. As she moved to my car, her
hips swayed from side to side in that unmistakable gait of the developed
female, even though she wasn't any taller than a fifth-grader.
"Hi," she said as she got to the car door and looked straight in the
open window. "Can I get in?"
"Yes," I said. "Come on." And Frankie joined me in the car.
"What motel do you like?" she asked.
I hadn't given it any thought. "The Red Roof?"
"That's good," she said as she sat next to me.
"So," I said, looking at the road ahead as I drove to the motel at the
edge of town, "what's this about you being a whore?"
"Don't talk now," she said, also intent on the road ahead. "I'll tell
you in our room. When we're alone."
As I drove, it felt like I was taking my 10-year-old niece somewhere
that I shouldn't be. I felt uneasy and very nervous as I pulled into
the parking lot of the Red Roof Inn, making sure to park away from the
windows of the office.
"I'll be right back," I told her as I got out of the car.
"I'll be here," she smiled, pushing up her glasses as she glanced at me
sideways.
I went in and paid for the room and was given the key to number 16. As
luck would have it, it was the very room I parked in front of and I
slinked back to my car to collect my little, teenage girl and take her
inside.
The room was a standard accommodation: large double-bed, night-stand
with attached TV, remote, mirrored dresser, circular table with two
chairs in front of the window and a connecting bathroom with sink,
toilet, tub and shower. It was all done in white with red curtains
and a red comforter over the bed.
"Have a seat," I told her as I closed the curtains and turned on the
lamps.
Frankie sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands on the crossed
legs of her lap as she looked up at me.
"You sit too," she said, patting the bed next to her and looking up at
me over the rim of her glasses.
"Near-sighted? Far sighted?" I asked her as I sat beside her.
"Astigmatism."
"Oh." I could smell a girlish sweetness from the closeness of her now
and my cock came alive and twitched in my hot trousers.
Gosh, she was small.
"How old are you, Frankie?" I had never asked.
"Fifteen."
Not legal in Michigan. Was I about to let myself become a child
molester?
Frankie began to unbutton her sweater, exposing her lacy, white bra to
my gaze as she asked, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
I grabbed her small, warm hands, feeling the tender swell of her right
breast against my wrist as I stopped her. "Not just yet, honey. You
were going to tell me something, remember?"
"Oh," she said, smiling into my face. "You want a STORY to go with it?"
"Yeah. I guess." I shrugged. "But only if it's true."
"Okay. Where do you want me to start? At the beginning?"
"Okay."
"Well," she said, folding her arms across her chest, "I guess I was
eight or nine when I first felt the feelings. You know...the nasty
feelings in the pit of my stomach and between my thighs and over my
chest? The SEX feelings?
"Robbie was 12 then. He's my older brother. Timmy was seven. He's my
little brother. Robbie is blonde like me and Mom and Timmy has black
hair and brown eyes like my Dad. We lived in a nice house in Waterford.
My mom and dad had just divorced and she got us and the house. My Dad
got the shaft. Anyway my brothers and I used to play a lot. Games and
stuff like kids do. But Robbie changed after Dad left and he started to
play rough with Timmy and I. I didn't like it and I wanted him to be
nice but it wasn't easy and Timmy and I started to fear and avoid him.
"One day, Timmy and I were playing in his and Robbie's room when Robbie
came in and said that he heard of a new game and would I like to play it
because he needed a girl to play it with.
"He'd asked nice and I missed his company and thought that maybe the old
Robbie was back and he told me to stand on the lower bunk of the boy's
bunk beds and I did. He said the game was that someone would touch my
legs and I would have to guess who it was.
"I said yes and I stood there and felt the tickle of warm, sweaty
fingers on my legs and I guessed it was Robbie and I was right and then
I guessed Timmy and then Robbie took his turn only his hands were up
touching my thighs and between them and I suddenly felt that strange,
nasty feeling sweep over me as I felt those hands exploring my legs and
touching me so close to...
"Anyway, I ENJOYED this new game and it stopped as soon as Mom called us
to eat dinner.
"That night, I came to their room in my nighty and asked if we could
play it again and this time Robbie got up standing on the bunk and me
and Timmy took turns touching him. That's when I noticed the front of
Robbie's jockey shorts sticking out so far as I touched his legs and got
so close to that part of him that was hidden by the shorts.
"Robbie wanted ME to take another turn standing on the bunk even though
Timmy hadn't had a turn yet and he and my little brother took their
turns feeling my legs as I got more and more turned on and suddenly
someone had their hand feeling BETWEEN my legs and over my pussy and I
almost couldn't breathe because it felt so good and I wanted it so bad!
Robbie was touching me and exploring me over my panties and it was
feeling so good!
"That's when Mom called up again to tell us to go to bed and, once I was
in bed in my room, I touched MYSELF between the legs as soon as the
lights were out. I found out, laying in the dark, how to play with my
pussy, using my fingers to bring the best, most nastiest feelings to
myself and I played and played until I felt like I lost my breath
suddenly and wonderful feelings charged from my pussy and went all over
me.
"I guess I felt ashamed after. I don't know. I remember laying in my
bed and crying after my first orgasm because I felt so bad just after
feeling so good.
"Anyway. The next day Robbie wanted to play again as soon as I got home
from school and I got on the bunk but he said that it was HIS turn and
he stripped down into his jockeys and me and Timmy felt his legs and
then, during my turn feeling him, he told me to touch his cock."
"What?" I asked him.
"Touch my cock, Frankie," he said. "You know you WANT to. Go ahead!
Touch it!"
I grabbed his cock, covered by his shorts, and squeezed it and heard him
murmur and gasp over the bunk above me.
"Yes, Frankie! Squeeze it and rub it!"
I did, watching his legs squirm as I did it and then he reached down and
pulled his jockeys down.
It was the first time I had ever seen a grown boy's cock. I had seen
his and Timmy's before but only soft and not erect and large and with
hair at its base and around its balls like my brother Robbie's had now.
"Hold it, Frankie," he called down now. "Hold it and rub it."
I did and Robbie LOVED it. I pulled on it and squeezed it and explored
it and held its balls in my other hand as I jacked it, learning what
things I did made my brother the most excited. I could see clear liquid
dripping from the little mouth at its end as I played with it and my
brother calling down, "Don't stop! Don't stop doing that, Frankie! Ooh,
God! Ooh, GOD!"
And suddenly my brother's cock was squirting this white stuff out all
over my hand and up my arm and onto my shoulder and soaking my school
blouse.
We could hear Mom's footsteps on the stairs and Robbie was suddenly
pulling up his pants and yelling for me to get the hell out of his room
before Mom catches us.
That night I thought about what I had seen come out of Robbie's cock and
how hard it felt in my hand and how it throbbed and his balls tightened
up when he started to shoot out that stuff.
I don't know. It all made me so excited. I couldn't explain it or
understand it but I wanted to play that game again.
Robbie DIDN'T though. He got mean again and kept telling me to go away
and stay away from him.
It was a strange time for all of us and we knew that it would all have
been okay if only Mom hadn't thrown our Daddy out like she did. They
always fought whenever he came by and, when I was nine, he stopped
coming by altogether. Mom was always out of sorts and yelling at us and
not giving us any time with her because she was so busy working. I knew
that if Daddy were around he would sort everything out and make things
right for us again. But he wasn't.
A long time went by and I turned ten and one day I was playing with some
dolls or something when Robbie came home from his junior high and asked
me if I wanted to go into his room and play that game that Timmy and I
used to play with him.
He was 13 now and I remembered the game and I could feel that tightness
in my lower stomach and I said yes and we went up into my brothers'
room. Timmy was there already. He was nine now and was in his jockeys
and Robbie got down into his and they told me to strip to just my panties.
I did and I stood on the lower bunk with my arms on the upper so I
couldn't see and the hands went back to touching my naked legs only now
it was BOTH sets of hands feeling me up.
"See how soft girls are?" I heard Robbie tell Timmy on the bunk below
me. "Even Frankie feels good, huh?"
"Yep," Timmy said and the hands felt higher and soon were over the mound
of my pussy and I was swooning as they probed me over my panties.
When I felt someone pulling them down, I didn't say a thing or stop
them.
"Look at that!" I heard Robbie call and then I felt fingers on the very
flesh of my most private part and they weren't mine.
Ooh, it felt so good as that first fingertip entered my gash and found
my clit and started to rub it. I thought I was going to pass out as I
went light-headed and had to hold the bedspread to stay standing.
"Feel this, Tim," Robbie instructed. "Feel that in there? That's where
girls feel sex but they're not supposed to. Nice girls don't like it
but sluts and whores do. Feel it? Now take your finger away and smell
it. Smell that stink? It smells like a fish peed on it, right?"
I heard my little brother sniff and then giggle. "Yeah!"
"Don't forget that smell. That's what a stinky skank's pussy smells
like, Timmy."
I couldn't understand why Robbie was saying what he was saying. It
sounded insulting to me but his finger rubbing my clit felt so good that
my legs had gone all rubbery and I was so aroused.
"Look, Timmy. See this juice, from her cunt, on my finger? Watch this."
I could feel Robbie work his finger back in my pussy to my vagina and
then he was pressing in and I nearly lost my breath as his finger went
in me a little. It hurt a bit and I had to open my legs apart to give
him room and I heard him say, "Look at how she spreads her legs. Just
like a whore! She likes it! Do you LIKE this, Frankie? Are you a whore?"
I didn't know what to say. What he said was nasty and bad and not a
good thing to say about a girl. I knew that but it felt so good and I
didn't want him to stop so I said, "Yeah."
Then I could feel two fingers in my pussy and one was in my vagina and
the other rubbing my clit and I didn't know who's where who's and
suddenly my eyes rolled up inside my head and I lost my breath and I was
cumming and pushing myself down on those probing fingers for more contact.
"God. Look at her fuck our fingers!" Robbie called out and then my
orgasm was over and I felt really awful again.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom to
cry with Robbie calling out after me, "Come back you little slut! I want
you to jack me off now!"
I felt so bad after that. I wanted to tell Mom about what Robbie was
doing with me and what he was saying about me but she never gave me a
moment to talk to her and, when she did talk to me, it was just to say,
"Francis, sit up straight!" or "Francis, why aren't these dishes done?"
How could I talk to her about it?
If only Daddy were here, I told myself. I could talk to him if he were
with me. He would make things all right for me, I told myself then. I
just knew that somewhere my Daddy loved me and would take care of me if
only my mom hadn't screwed things all up the way she did.
I tried to stay away from the boys then but I couldn't stop thinking
about how good their fingers had felt as they made me cum that day.
Some time later, when I was 12 and my big brother was 15, Mom announced
that Robbie was old enough to baby-sit for Timmy and me and she went out
with some guy she met and left us both with Robbie.
Robbie was really mad, at first, that Mom was out with this man. Robbie
didn't like him and (like Timmy and me) he wanted Mom to be back with
Daddy. We knew that Daddy lived in Dearborn now in a very nice house
and was making a lot more money than he had when he was married to Mom
and lived with us. We hoped that that would get them back together but
Daddy still stayed away from all of us and now Mom was dating other men.
Robbie started swearing and calling Mom names (even though she wasn't
there to hear them) and then he started throwing things and me and Timmy
got scared and went up to my room.
Soon Robbie came in and looked at me and asked if I wanted to play our
game again.
I said that I didn't because I wasn't what he'd called me...a whore.
And I told him that was an awful thing to say about a girl. Especially
your own sister.
"I'm sorry, Frankie," he said. "I just want to make you feel good
again. That DID feel good last time, right?"
I just looked at him for a moment but then I said, "Yeah. It felt
good."
"Okay then. We have the house to ourselves. Let's have some fun! Don't
be a spoil-sport, okay?"
"Alright," I said and we were off to the boys' room where they both
stripped naked in front of me.
Timmy's dick was still little and limp and hairless but Robbie's was
even bigger than the last time I saw it and it was standing up from his
crotch and looked to be as hard as my baton.
"Now you, Frankie," Robbie said excitedly.
I don't think I wanted to but I didn't want to spoil the fun so I took
off my T-shirt and then pulled off my yellow shorts and then took down
my panties to my tennis shoes at my ankles and stood up in front of
their wide eyes.
I know that I was hairless and flat chested then but they both looked at
me as if I were some movie star or something and it made me feel sexy
and kinda' good.
"Come here," Robbie said, "and just lay on my bed (the lower one) and
let us feel you."
I did and felt both their hands roaming all over my body for a time and
then someone was coaxing my thighs to part and I pulled my foot out of
the panties around my ankles and opened my legs.
Now it was hands and fingers feeling me in and on the outside of my
pussy and it felt so good that a burning heat started inside me and I
stared to go dizzy on my back on the bed. That was also the first time
I remember my nipples started to tingle and feel funny and I looked at
them and saw that they were larger than usual and protruded from my
chest. I took them between my fingertips and started to twist and pinch
them as my brothers played with my sex. It REALLY felt good and I could
feel the energy of a climax beginning to build inside of me.
But then Robbie said that it was HIS turn and he practically yanked me
off the bed and got down on his back naked before me and Timmy.
"Feel ME now," he said and I started to rub his legs.
"You TOO, Timmy," he said and Timmy looked embarrassed as he started to
feel over Robbie's chest.
Robbie's cock was really hard as we rubbed over him and I was staring
straight at it but trying NOT to touch it as I felt his body. I was so
horny that my mouth had gone dry and I could hardly swallow as I watched
it twitch up and down on its own, slapping against his belly.
"Touch it," Frankie, he looked up at me and ordered as he saw me looking
down at it.
I reached out and grasped it in my hand, just below its large head. It
was hard as a pipe and hot in my hand and I could feel the power of its
twitching against my palm and I could feel my pussy begin to moisten
between my folded legs as I did the evil thing I was doing.
"Jack on it, Frankie! Let Timmy see how it's done."
I started to jack him off, just like I did last time and Robbie closed
his eyes and looked like he'd gone to heaven.
Timmy kept rubbing Robbie's chest but his eyes were wide as he watched
me pumping his older brother's massive cock in my small hand.
After a moment, Robbie's one eye opened and he looked up at Timmy.
"You want some, Tim-boy?" He asked.
Timmy swallowed loudly and stuttered, "Ye.. ye.. yeah!"
Now Robbie got up and Timmy took his place, laying naked on the bed with
his little cock now hard and pointing up and right at me.
"Do him," my big brother ordered me but I felt very awkward doing it.
His cock was so small that it would disappear in my fist so I held it
with my thumb and index finger, just behind it's purple, little helmet
and started to jack him off.
"Good, Frankie," Robbie encouraged. "That looks so nasty! Do it! Do it
to him! Does that feel good, Timmy?"
"Uh huh," Timmy nodded as I just kept milking his little,
eleven-year-old dick between my thumb and finger.
Then Timmy closed his eyes tightly and held his breath and I saw his leg
and stomach muscles both go rigid as a board and my little brother
started to make squeaky moaning noised through his nose as I jacked his
hard, little cock faster.
"God damn!" Robbie yelled in my ear. "The little twerp is CUMMING!
Frankie, you nasty whore, you're making your little brother CUM! Will
you look at that!"
And Timmy did cum and cum hard but nothing came out of his dick but a
couple of clear drops of liquid and then he just went limp all of a
sudden and slapped my hand away from his shrinking cock and sat up
sweating and panting loudly like he'd just woken up from a frantic dream.
"Did you cum?" Robbie asked him.
"Yeah," he said, "I guess I did. I ain't never had a feeling like that
before. Whew!"
"Way to go, kid," Robbie said with a grin and then he pulled Timmy off
the bed and said, "My turn!"
"What about ME?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll get YOUR turn. But remember that only a whore or a slut or
a dirty kind of a girl wants a sex orgasm, Frankie."
Was that right? I wondered as Robbie took his place below me on the bed.
Was I a slut? I sure DID want a cum so very badly!
Robbie grabbed my hand and placed it around his cock and impatiently
started me jacking him until I took over on my own.
His cock was so large and so rigid and so engorged with boy-power that I
found myself enjoying this forbidden act of jacking him off. As I saw
the clear pre-cum dripping from the head, I began to pick up the pace of
my jacking, actually excitedly awaiting the eruption of his sperm that I
knew I was about to make happen!
"Kiss it, Frankie," I heard him say and it shook me.
"What?"
"Kiss it while you jack on it. Put it in your mouth."
"No," I said, thinking of the implications. "I'm NOT going to do THAT!"
"Come on, Frankie. Make me feel good. I'll love you forever if you do
it. I'll be so NICE to you, Frankie. Anything you ever want from me is
yours if you just do this for me, okay? Please?"
Looking down at the bulbous head of his cock as I jacked it, I wondered
what it WOULD be like to have it in my mouth. What would it feel like?
What would it taste like? How would he react to it?
Reluctantly, I brought my face down near it.
"Go ahead," he encouraged me.
Then I put my lips to it, feeling its spongy softness and its heat and
the warm, slick moisture if its pre-cum against my closed lips as I
jacked it.
"Ooh, that feels so damn GOOD, Frankie! Do it! Open your mouth! Put it
in!"
The next thing I knew, the head was between my lips and I opened my
mouth and his cock was pushing up into my mouth and I was sucking on it.
"Oh, GOD, YES!" my big brother screamed and I was suddenly filled with
the notion that I was giving him extreme pleasure and that made me even
more excited in a nasty sort of way.
There was an odd, sweet taste in my mouth as I tightened my lips around
his shaft and started to lick the underside of his cock and suck on it.
It was the taste of his pre-cum and it was abundant as I sucked it out
of him and watched his washboard-like stomach muscles tighten rigidly
with what I was doing to him. As I sucked, I used one hand to jack him
off and the other hand to cradle his sack of balls.
"God, Frankie," he shouted through his pleasure, "you're a natural born
cock sucker! You're such a SLUT! Suck me, Frankie! Suck it! Suck!"
And I sucked. I sucked hard and jacked fast and suddenly Robbie was
writhing around on the bed under me and screaming as if he was in pain.
But I knew that I was giving him pleasure and I knew that I was in
control of the sex and doing it extremely well from the way Robbie was
acting.
And then he screamed really loudly and he thrust his loins up at me as
he reached down and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down on it
and his cock went deep into my mouth and he yelled, "Here it comes,
Frankie! Suck it! Suck it out! Oh, God! Suck the sperm out of me!"
And I almost gagged as a hot stream of thick, watery cum came spurting
out of my brother's cock like a hot gusher of spoiled milk.
There was nothing I could do but swallow or choke so I swallowed it just
as the second gusher of semen erupted from deep in his loins and shot
out the tip of his cock into the back of my throat and I swallowed that
sticky load too.
I think I swallowed about five times, once for each eruption of sperm,
before he finally relaxed on the bed and let go of the back of my head
and I snapped my head up just as a final, white spurt flew from his cock
and hit me square over my upper lip.
"Look at her," Robbie squealed as he saw my reddened face, "she just ate
my load and she's got my cock's jizz on her face! What a whore you are
Frankie!"
"Yeah," Timmy added in awe. "You sure look like a whore, Frankie!"
I reached up with my tongue and extracted the last of my brother's
orgasm from my upper lip and swallowed that for their amusement.
"She LIKES it!" Timmy wailed, pointing at me. "Look at her, Robbie! She
LIKES it!"
And I DID. At that moment, savoring the strong taste of male sex in my
mouth, I did like it and I wanted more. "Now me," I said.
"What, YOU?"
"Yes. Let me on the bed and do me like I did you, okay?"
Robbie laughed as he sat up. "You want ME to lick YOU in that stinky
crack between your legs?"
"Yes," I said. "I did YOU. And I even ate your sex stuff when it came
out."
"Yeah but you're a whore, Frankie. That's what you're good for... cock
sucking. You like that stuff... I don't. Now get out of our room!"
"No, Robbie," I protested, horny and wanting relief. "You said you'd do
for me if I did for you. Now do what you promised."
"I lied, slut. Get used to it. Now get out of here." And he got up and
started pushing me out the door now.
"No, Robbie," I cried, trying to hold my ground against his far greater
power. "Do SOMETHING for me. Finger me at least!"
"And get MY finger stinky? No way! Now do what I say and get out of
here," he said as he gave me a big push now and I fell backwards out of
his room and landed, with a thud, on my naked butt on the floor of the
hallway just as the door to my brothers' room slammed shut.
I could hear laughter erupt from inside their room as I picked myself up
and walked naked to my own room and slammed my own door.
Damn them, I thought as I fell to my bed and rolled onto my back. I
didn't need them anyway!
I reached down and grasped my wet, burning pussy, pushing my middle
fingers in to surround my throbbing clit and started to masturbate
myself furiously, closing my eyes from the pleasure of it. I needed it
so bad!
When I got near climax I lifted my ass from the bed and tightened myself
to brace for the explosion of pleasure but, hearing a noise, I opened my
eyes to see both of my brothers standing there and looking down at me
with their eyes wide.
"What are you DOING?" I asked loudly up at them in frustration.
"Watching YOU, Frankie," Robbie said. "God, what a whore you are!
Doesn't that cunt of yours ever get enough?"
Ignoring him, I closed my eyes and went back to work with my fingers in
my pussy and got myself off in front of the both of them.
After that day my brothers left me alone for a while and I avoided them.
My mother noticed the tension in the house but she didn't say or do
anything about it.
Robbie became meaner that summer and I started to become moody and
irritable and very odd acting and upset with myself and what was
happening with my body.
The wispy little hairs on the mound of my pussy became thicker and
darker and noticeably longer, my periods started and my God damn nipples
grew suddenly to about an inch long and as thick as my thumbs. Mom had
to buy me a training bra or my stupid nipples would show through
whatever I wore. My breasts lagged behind my nipples but I was an A-cup
by the time I turned 13 and junior high school began, for me, that fall.
The one thing I didn't do was grow! I never had a growth spurt. I just
stayed four-foot-eleven and that was it. In fact, at age twelve, my
little brother Timmy passed me in height and now both of my brothers
could push me around... and did.
One day, while Mom was at work and the three of us were just home from
school, we got into a fight over who was supposed to clean the house.
Mom had assigned tasks to each of us but Robbie was ranting that
housework was for females only and that I had to do it all while he and
Timmy watched TV.
I wasn't going to stand for it and we argued until he finally grabbed me
and tossed me to the floor and got on top of me and insisted that I do
as he demanded. I yelled and fought but he was far too strong and had
me pinned to the floor and I was panting and squirming and trying to
shove him off of me when I noticed the big, hard bulge at the crotch of
his pants pressing against my own crotch and Robbie stopped squirming on
me and just looked into my surprised face.
"You feel that, don't you, Frankie?" he asked with an evil grin on his
face.
"Get UP!" I demanded, pushing on his chest.
"Do you know what it is?"
"Yes, I know what it is! Now get off of me!"
But he didn't. He began to dry-hump me, right there on the living room
floor in front of Timmy who laughed and said, "Hey Robbie! It looks like
you're fuckin' her! You're fuckin' Frankie!"
"Fucking Frankie?" Robbie laughed as he humped me and I stared to feel
little, sexual charges coming from my pussy mound as he rode his cock on
it. "Who would ever want to fuck this scrawny little horse-toothed
bitch?"
"Get up, you bastard!" I screamed now.
"Why? Doesn't it feel good? Wouldn't you like a nice fucking?"
"Get off me!"
"Why? Is something wrong with your pussy too, Frankie?" And he rolled
off of me but kept his upper body pinning me to the floor. He had my
one arm trapped under him as he held the wrist of my other arm up behind
my head and he used his free arm to undo my shirt and then he put his
hand right into my bra and said, "Let's check her for developments, huh
Timmy?"
"Yeah," Timmy laughed as Robbie felt the flesh of my breast and pinched
and tweaked my tender nipple.
"What about down here?" Robbie asked as he abandoned my chest and
reached down and grasped the mound of my pussy through my jeans.
"No!" I yelled, trying to squirm and cross my thighs together, but he
unsnapped my pants and thrust his hand down right into my panties.
"Ooh," he said as his fingers came to my pussy. "She's got some soft,
little hair down here and... what's this? Her cunt's wet! She's wet,
Timmy. Do you know what that means?"
Timmy was standing above us and looking down as Robbie had his hand down
the front of my unfastened pants and he said, "What?"
"It means the little bitch wants some cock, Tim. Is that right,
Frankie?" he asked, looking down into my face. "Do you want some cock?"
"No," I said squirming to get away. But the squirming only helped him
to get his fingers farther into my pussy and, as I tried to use my legs
to push me up from the floor, Robbie started to rub my wet clit and the
sexual charges that came from it made me lose my breath.
"Ooh, she's nice and squishy in her pussy, Timmy. Just right and ready
for some hard cock, right Frankie?"
I just looked up at him, totally in his power and then he did something
I never expected; he brought his face down to mine and he pressed his
lips against my lips and he kissed me. My own brother was kissing me
and, as his mouth opened, my mouth opened and I was getting my first,
real, romantic, sensual kiss and it was from Robbie. He used his tongue
on my tongue and, as we kissed, I felt his finger move down in my pussy
to my vagina and he entered me.
I was lost now. I wanted sex like I never wanted it before. I was like
drunk and groggy from the want of it.
Robbie just kissed and finger-fucked me for a while and then he lifted
his face from mine and looked into my eyes with a tenderness that I
hadn't seen in so long and he asked, "Do you want to be fucked,
Frankie?"
Looking back up into his soft, brown eyes, I said, "Yes. Yes, Robbie, I
do."
"Holy SHIT!" Robbie loudly exclaimed. "Did you hear that, Timmy?"
"Yep."
"Our sister WANTS to be FUCKED!"
"Yep."
"Well, take your pants off then, Frankie," he said as he rolled off me
and I lifted my butt from the carpet and pulled my pants and panties
down and off and tossed them over by the coffee table.
"Look at that cunt!" Robbie said, kneeling next to me and looking down
at my pussy. "Have you ever seen a cunt like that one, Timmy?"
"Na.. na.. no," my little brother stammered. "I've never even seen
one with hair on it!"
"Ever fuck a girl?" Robbie asked Timmy.
"No. You know I never..."
"Well get your pants off, Tim-boy! You're going to fuck this one!"
"WHAT?" I exclaimed from the floor and I tried to get up as my little
brother quickly pulled off his pants and his jockey shorts.
"Yeah," Robbie said, holding me down. "You don't expect ME to do it do
you? I don't want whatever disease or creepy-crud you might be
carrying."
"What? I'm a virgin, you asshole!" I yelled at him as I tried harder to
get up but Robbie put his big hands to my shoulders and pinned me hard
to the floor as Timmy got on his knees between my naked legs and I could
feel him start to lay down on me.
"What do I do?" Timmy asked Robbie.
"Just hold your cock in your hand and use it to find her hole. It's
down there between her legs somewhere. Look for the hairy, smelly part.
When you find it, just push it all in and go with the feelin'. You'll
know what to do."
"Don't!" I shouted as I felt my bother's little cock enter my slit and
push inward.
"Shut up!" Robbie said and I felt Timmy's cock probe around, poking
against my clit and between my lips like a little, fleshy dagger.
I had to lift my butt a bit and squirm my pussy around to get his cock
to my vagina's opening so he'd stop poking me like that and then I felt
him sink into me until the bone of his crotch was against mine.
"There," Robbie said, "are you in her?"
"Uh huh."
"Well then fuck her! Fuck her, Timmy!"
Robbie let go of me now and my little brother laid right down on top of
me with his cock in me and he began to hump his ass around on me, his
little cock working in me like a long finger.
I just closed my eyes as he rested his head against the side of mine.
It felt kinda' nice to just be close to him like this. We never
hugged... my brothers and me... and this felt kinda' nice so I put my
arms around him and held him as he humped me, spreading my knees so he'd
go in deeper.
"God damn!" Robbie shouted down. "A virgin, huh? With the way you take
a fuck? You've taken to fucking like a duck to water, Frankie! You're a
natural! A natural-born whore," he laughed.
I wasn't really listening to him. I was just enjoying this closeness
with Timmy and it was feeling sexually better as his cock (though small)
got even harder in me and he started to hump me even faster.
"Ooh," Timmy said in my ear. "Oh, it feels so good! Ooh! Ooh! I'm
gonna'... I'm gonna'..."
And then he got up on his arms over me and I looked up into the intense
expression of pleasure on his face as he closed his eyes and snapped his
head back and began to fuck me with all his strength and yelled one
long, "Ooooh!" and I could feel his little cock jerking hard inside me
as he pressed it in firmly and I thought I was going to orgasm from just
the feel and the sight of it but then Timmy just stopped and fell on top
of me all out of breath.
"Is that IT?" Robbie called down. "Did you come?"
"Yes," Timmy panted. "And it felt better than cumming ever did before."
"That's because it was your first piece of ass," Robbie explained.
"No," Timmy gasped. "I think there was more to it." And he rolled off
of me, leaving my legs apart and my pussy wet feeling and open.
"Holy shit!" Robbie exclaimed as he stared down. "Look at all your
spooge dripping out of her, Tim! God, you came a TON in her!"
"I DID?"
And they both got on their hands and knees and looked between my spread
legs at my pussy.
"God, look at it all drip out," Robbie said. "You sure pumped in a
lot!" and he reached over and tousled Timmy's brown hair like he was so
proud of him. "You're a man now, Tim!"
My little brother just grinned widely back at Robbie who looked at me
and I saw his grin fade as he said, "Now it's MY turn for a little
bucktoothed whore-meat." And he crawled between my still spread legs and
pulled down his pants, exposing a very long and thick and hard and
bouncing cock.
I wanted to recoil as he lay himself down over me. I wanted to get out
from under him and tell him to get the hell away from me if he was going
to talk to me like that...but I didn't.
I guess I didn't because a large part of me wanted to feel that
man-sized meat inside of me. Part of me needed that huge cock to
extinguish the sexual fire that the last twenty minutes had built inside
me.
As my big brother got fully on top of me and reached down between us to
put the head of that massive piece of meat to my dripping pussy-hole, I
held my breath and set my heels to spread my legs further and angle my
butt up for his penetration.
"Here, Frankie," he said as he worked his cock in my juices and Timmy's
cum and pressed inward. "Here's what you've been wanting for so long!"
And he drove himself into me fully. He didn't go slowly. He thrust
roughly forward and in with all he had and I gasped and lifted and went
windless as his massive cock split me open and tore through whatever was
left of my hymen and plunged to the hilt in my stomach.
"Ooh, you're tight for a whore," he observed as he started to churn his
ass around between my spread thighs and fucked his big cock so deep into
me.
It wasn't more than a few thrusts before it started to feel good to me.
Robbie might have been a lot of things but a bad fuck wasn't one of
them. He really knew how to both drive the head of his meat so far into
me and to work his pelvis bone against my clit at the same time.
In only a few moments we had a rhythm going between the two of us and he
was fucking me and I was fucking him and I had my arms around him as I
felt him holding me to his upper body.
I liked it. I needed it. I felt close to Robbie for the first time in
a whole lot of years. I felt that we were doing something together and
enjoying each other in a very pleasurable and affectionate way as I felt
him press his hot cheek to mine.
And then, as he thrust for all he was worth, I felt the energy of climax
begin to build in me and I knew that Robbie was going to give me an
orgasm and that it was going to be a very huge one... one that I needed
so bad right now. I held my brother tight and braced my legs to him and
shut my eyes and just readied my whole body to go where Robbie and his
cock were taking me.
And then I went over the edge and gasped and lifted my center up to
receive his charging, inward thrusts and I came and came and came...
gasping and shrieking and holding on to my brother for dear life.
As I was just ebbing, Robbing suddenly lifted up on his elbows and
looked down into my eyes with a bleary look of lust and said, "I'm going
to cum too!" and he started to buck hard in me, sending his cock so far
in that I could feel the head of it pushing right into my cervix.
"God!" I screamed as another orgasm started to take me. And, looking up
at his expression of ecstasy, I felt a sudden deep and real love for him
and I said, "Robbie, kiss me! Kiss me as you cum in me!"
And Robbie looked down, fucking me hard and said, "KISS you? KISS you?"
"Yes!" I yelled up to him with yearning.
And I watched as he brought his face down near mine and I saw his lips
pucker and then, just as I felt his cock begin jerking so deep inside of
me and spewing his seed right into the deepest part of my sex, Robbie
spit, loudly and wetly and fully, right into my surprised face.
I didn't know how to react to this but he just kept cumming in my pussy
and spitting in my face and fucking me so hard that I went into another
climax until he finally collapsed fully on top of me, knocking the wind
out of me as he did so.
I remember lying there under him for quite a long time and feeling his
large cock shrinking inside my pussy until it finally flopped out and
then feeling the sperm of both of my brothers flowing out of me and down
between the crack of my butt to the carpet.
Weighing only 86 pounds as I do, it was very uncomfortable to have him
just laying on me and I started pushing on my brother's shoulders.
"Get up! Get off me, Robbie you're crushing me!"
Finally, groggy from his expended lust, Robbie rolled off of me and then
crouched over my open legs so that he could examine my crotch.
"Look at you, Frankie," he said. "Now that you're a sperm receptacle, I
can tell everyone that we have two toilets in our house!"
I was very hurt by what he just said and, with his spit drying on my
face and his and Timmy's sperm dripping down my thighs, I quickly
scampered from the floor and out the door to the bathroom where I
showered and cried for an hour.
It didn't keep my pussy from stinking with the combined sexual soup of
my pussy-juice and the rotting sperm of both my brothers for the next
two days.
I felt awful that I had fucked my own brothers but my damn pussy also
tingled from the memory of Robbie's hard cock pulsating and thrusting so
deep inside it.
For the next year I became Robbie's personal sex toy, waking up in my
bed, in the middle of the night, to find him there and wanting a
blow-job or a fuck. I can't explain why but I would just scoot down the
bed and take his cock in my mouth and suck on it and lick it for him
until it delivered it's payload of live, sexual-seed into my mouth and
down my throat and then he'd pat my head like I was a good dog and just
get up and leave me.
Every once in a while I'd wake up and he'd already be on top of me and
have my panty-crotch to the side and be just pushing his cock into me.
There would be no words exchanged. He'd just fuck me, panting into my
ear on the pillow, until he shot his load of sperm into me and then he'd
just pull out, wipe his cock on either my nightie or my sheets and
leave.
Sometimes I would have an orgasm under him and sometimes I wouldn't.
Once, when Mom had gone out, he had Timmy come in with him and he had me
get on my hands and knees and suck him off while Timmy fucked me from
behind. Timmy's cock was almost as long as Robbie's now and I must have
cum twice on it while sucking Robbie.
I felt sort of triumphant when I made the both of them cum at the same
time, feeling Timmy squirting his cum deep in my churning belly while
Robbie spurt stream after hot stream of sperm into my eagerly sucking
mouth.
They both seemed so happy after they withdrew their cocks from me and I
collapsed on the bed, out of breath and feeling pretty satisfied with
myself for getting a cum and making them both feel good.
That's when they both tossed quarters at me and said, "Thanks for the
ride, whore!"
I didn't cry then. I felt that I deserved what they'd said. I was
starting to believe it now... that I was a whore.
I missed my period that month but I had a very heavy flow early the next
month with cramps so bad that I had to stay in bed and miss school. I
think it might have been Robbie's baby... or maybe Timmy's that I
miscarried. How could I know? I didn't say anything to anyone. I
figured that I wouldn't get any caring or sympathy from either of my
brothers and Mom would have freaked out.
That was when Daddy came back into our lives.
Mom told us that Daddy had won visitation rights, after years of trying,
and that he would be by to pick up the boys this weekend.
I remember being very devastated by the news that my father was taking
the boys and not me but Mom said that Daddy just wasn't ready to have
me.
The boys said that they had a great weekend with Daddy and that he took
them to Cedar Point and a movie and out to Sunday dinner.
I asked them if Daddy had told them why he hadn't included me and the
boys told me that Daddy said he didn't want to be seen with a skank.
It was all I could do to hold myself together but Mom said that, even
though she was against it, Daddy WAS coming to take me out this coming
weekend and I spent a whole week anticipating a reunion with a father I
hadn't seen in years.
When Saturday came, I spent the day excitedly getting ready for my
Daddy. I hadn't worn a dress for a very long time but I took up the hem
of a form-fitting, pink dress of Mom's and I put on panty-hose and wore
heels and I sat at Mom's vanity and put on make-up to try and look as
pretty as I possibly could for my father.
"Don't go expecting anything from that skirt-chasing bastard," Mom
yelled at me as she saw me leaning in front of the mirror and trying to
put on mascara without the aid of my glasses. "Are you listening to me,
Frankie? He's a good for nothing piece of shit! He's going to rip your
heart out, Francis. Mark my words!"
I wasn't paying any attention to that bitch.
At seven o'clock Daddy came for me in his new car. I felt as though I
were on my first ever "date" as he took me to Andiamo's for a wonderful,
Italian dinner and there were candles on the table and he let me sip his
wine and he told me that I looked very lovely in the dress and told me
that I was staying the night with him in his nice, new house.
I hadn't packed for staying over but my Daddy took me to Hudson's and
bought me the most beautiful, white peignoir to wear to bed.
Driving to his house in his big, white Lincoln, I felt just like a
fairytale princess who had been living a terrible life and was now being
chauffeured off by the handsome King who was taking her to his castle
and away from the wicked witch and the evil brothers.
Then Daddy showed me my room and told me to put on my peignoir so I
could model it for him and I did and, when he came back, he was wearing
just his jockey shorts which kind of alarmed me but (I told myself) he
WAS my Daddy. He told me that I looked very pretty in the frilly
nightie and then he sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to sit
next to him. He put his big arm around me and then he told me that he'd
had a long talk with Robbie and Timmy last weekend and that they had
explained to him what a slut I had become and what kind of dirty things
I was doing with the both of them. I was very shocked and embarrassed
and scared that my Daddy knew this secret about me but then Daddy told
me that he would be very hurt and disappointed if he missed out and he
took his erect cock out of the leg-hole of his jockeys and put his hand
to the back of my head and slowly coaxed my face down to his lap.
I didn't know what to do. I was so numb as I looked at the fat tip of
my own father's hard cock in front of my face. I took the head of it
into my mouth and started to suck it for him like I did Robbie's and
Daddy cooed, "You're so good, Francie. Just like they said. Ooh,
you're so good and I need a cum so bad! Suck it, Francie! Suck Daddy's
cock for him! Suck it, girl!"
And then, after a while of sucking, he got very hard and suddenly his
cock began to spew his cum into my mouth. I swallowed the first three
spurts of his very warm, thick, bitter-tasting semen before the idea
came to me that I was eating the very seed that I was made from and I
started to choke on it and I sat up and began to vomit out his sperm and
the spaghetti dinner and the wine all over that beautiful, white
peignoir I was wearing. Daddy took me to the bathroom to finish
throwing up and to try and clean me off. The peignoir was ruined so he
dressed me in one of his T-shirts and then took me back to bed where he
tucked me in just like he used to when I was a little girl.
An hour later I woke up as he was getting on top of me and he had the
crotch of my panties to the side and I felt his penis pushing into my
pussy as he lay himself over me and started to fuck me.
I was crying so hard under him the whole time he screwed me but he
didn't seem to hear me or pay the least attention to my feelings.
"God, Francie," he cooed in my ear as I felt him cumming deep inside me,
"you're every bit the fucking, little whore your brothers said you
were."
"That was two weeks ago," Frankie said as she sat next to me, on the
bed, in the small room of the Red Roof Inn and I saw her wipe a tear
from under the rim of her glasses on her left cheek.
"That's quite a story," I said to her as I heard her loudly sniff.
"I have to spend the weekend with him again this Saturday," she went on,
staring at the wall ahead of her, "and he wants my brothers to be there,
with us, too."
"What do you think about that?" I asked.
"I don't WANT to think about it," she replied.
"Well then," I said, looking into the shadowy space between her breasts
in the little, white bra that she had exposed when she'd unbuttoned the
top of her pink sweater, "let's not think about it."
She looked at me now with a sorrowful expression as she asked, "Would
you hold me, Mister?"
"Sure I will," I said and she quickly twisted her body to me and wrapped
her arms around my neck. I took her between my arms and hugged her
against me, smelling the sweet, feminine fragrance of her closeness as I
marveled at the frailness of her small, warm body.
As she buried her face into my shoulder, I could feel her start to shake
from letting herself succumb to her grief.
"There, there," I said as I listened to her cry, patting and then
rubbing her small back to try and console her. "You'll be okay."
But she just kept crying, clutching and squeezing my shoulders as she
seemed to abandon herself fully to whatever was her imaginary sorrow.
Continuing to hold her and rub her back, I decided to push my hands up
the back of her tight-fitting sweater to feel and comfort her more
directly. I worked my hands up the warm, soft texture of her skin,
feeling the little bumps of her spine, with my fingertips, as I massaged
upward to the clasp of her bra.
Holding this little girl in my arms and feeling her warmth and her
closeness (so soon after listening to her story of depraved sex and
incest) caused me to realize that I was very aroused by her. My cock
was throbbing between my legs as I felt the flesh of this little,
teenaged female and played with the clasp of her bra.
Funny, I thought, what imaginations these teenagers have and how fully
they throw themselves into their acts. It must be because their
hormones make them so emotional, I told myself as I unclasped the back
of her bra and started to caress my hands directly over the warm, silken
flesh of her smooth back.
Frankie wasn't crying as hard now as I began to let my hands roam up and
down over the sexy contours of her sides, from just under her armpits to
down where her hips widened out as she sat on the bed.
Smelling the sweetness of her short, mousy-blonde hair at my nose, I
placed a few, gentle kisses against her exposed ear and her cheek and
then down to the side of her neck. At the same time I let both of my
hands wander around the compact sexiness of her warm, little body until
they found the sides of both of her small, soft breasts, out and free of
the confines of her open bra.
Frankie went abruptly silent and became very still as my hands came
around to the front of her and took hold of both of her firm, little
breasts and squeezed them, feeling her very large, elastic nipples
compress against my palms as I did so.
"Wha.. what are you doing?" she wetly asked.
"You KNOW what I'm doing," I replied as I continued to place gentle
kisses on Frankie's rhinestone-studded ear and cheek and neck and now
took both of her thumb-tip sized nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers and started to gently pinch and roll them.
I heard Frankie's breath catch in her throat for a second and then she
took in a sharp breath as I began to both squeeze her nipples and press
the flesh of her breasts against her chest.
"I want you, Frankie," I cooed to her as I brought my little kisses
across her cheek to the front of her face and I placed my slightly open
mouth to her moist, tender, pouting lips and pressed our faces together.
Frankie's mouth opened for mine immediately and my tongue was entwining
with hers as I felt her arms wrap more tightly around my neck and her
face began to work against mine as if this kiss were something she had
been desperately craving.
Partly out of curiosity and partly to protect myself, I broke our kiss
and pulled back for a moment, noticing her look of momentary alarm that
passed quickly as I reached up with both hands and removed the
wire-rimmed glasses from her face.
"That's better," I said as I now looked directly into the beautiful
green eyes of Frankie's surprisingly pretty face. I leaned back to her
and kissed away the all of the salty tears from her freckled cheeks and
then I pressed my parted lips back to hers for another candied taste of
her sweet, teenage mouth.
"Mmmm," Frankie moaned into my face as our tongues again probed each
other's and my hands resumed the exploration of her supple, little
breasts in her open sweater. Her nipples were now as hard and as large
as corks against my palms and I went back to squeezing them, in the
crook between my thumb and index finger, as I caressed and kneaded her
breasts.
I never had a girl "suck face" with me the way little Frankie was doing
right now. She kissed as if her life actually depended on extracting as
much saliva from me as possible. I had never, in all my life,
experienced a girl so hungry for the simple act of kissing.
Keeping her lips joined to mine, Frankie now pulled her arms from around
my neck and began to unbutton my shirt for me.
Spurred by this, I abandoned her supple tits and helped her by undoing
my last button and then pulling my shirt off and letting it fall to the
floor behind me.
Still with her starving mouth to mine, Frankie pulled off her sweater
and let her unfastened, little bra fall down her arms.
Now, as we grabbed and held each other close, the suction of our wet
kiss intensified as my large, hairy chest and her small, firm-breasts
meshed together warmly and nakedly.
Animal lust took over all my thinking processes as, still holding and
kissing Frankie, I eased her back onto the bed and then, having her on
her back, I reached down and unfastened and then unzipped her jeans.
A part of me wondered if the little teen would balk at this but then I
felt her hand at my waist and she was unfastening my belt.
My throbbing cock unable to bear any delay, I pulled my lips from her
and stood up, unzipping my pants and then letting them fall to the
floor.
Frankie, was watching me, her eyes wide and showing a wet look of
yearning as she scooted back to the center of the bed and I saw her lift
her ass and reach down, with both hands, to pull her jeans down to her
thighs and then she sat up to pull them the rest of the way down and off
her legs.
Laying back on the motel bed now was the most delicious-looking little
woman-child I had ever seen, tender and young and curvy and wearing only
her canvas shoes and ankle sox and white, bikini panties which hardly
contrasted with her pale skin. Her breasts were firm and stood up from
her chest, tipped with two very large, pink nipples.
It was all I could do to keep myself from diving on her but, wearing
only my white boxers, I climbed into bed next to her and made to take
her in my arms again when Frankie sat up and pushed me from my side onto
my back and reached down and grasped the waistband of my shorts and
pulled them straight down.
My cock snapped up, jutting from my hairy loins and standing at a
forty-five degree angle and Frankie's eyes did noticeably widen as she
saw it's eight inch length and its wide girth, the bulbous head already
oozing pre-cum.
"God, Mister," she breathlessly spoke, "it's HUGE!"
I was about to ask her if she wanted it when Frankie pounced and grabbed
it in her warm, small hand and, in one quick motion, her face was over
it and I felt her hot mouth enwrap it and take it in.
Ooh, God, it was a moment of pure ecstasy!
Believe it or not, this young, teenage girl was very good at this!
Sucking and licking and taking my cock deep into her mouth as if she had
been doing this for years. She seemed to know just what to do and just
which things felt the best to me and where the most receptive parts of
my sex-organ were located as she sucked me deeply and began to caress my
hairy testicles in her small, warm hand as she blew me.
Looking down in awe, I couldn't believe the sight of my own cock buried
almost half-way in the lovely mouth of this pretty, little girl. It
looked so lewd and so depraved yet it felt so very good.
Reaching down, I took one of Frankie's smallish breasts in my hand and
fondled its sublime loveliness as I felt the exquisite pangs of sexual
pleasure her mouth was giving my cock.
Frankie sucked as if she were starving for sperm and I soon was near
delirium and could feel my cradled nuts begin to tighten and the energy
of impending orgasm charging down my spine to my balls.
"Frankie, stop!" I wheezed. "I'm going to cum!"
But Frankie didn't. In fact, she doubled her mouth's efforts on my
shaft and took me in deeper and I could feel her grasp my balls just a
little tighter as I abandoned myself to her ministrations and the
intense feeling of total orgasm. Just then the first shot of my sperm
blew strongly from the end of my cock and deep into Frankie's clamping,
sucking mouth.
"God!" I screamed.
"Mmmm," Frankie cooed as I ejaculated my semen directly into her warm
mouth and felt her swallowing deeply and I shot again and again and
again and Frankie followed each pressurized shot of sperm with another
satisfied moan and a deep swallow until I had totally spent myself down
her throat.
I guess the force of orgasm had caused me to close my eyes because, as I
opened them, I saw Frankie pull her pretty face back from my cock which
came free of her mouth and plopped wetly to my stomach.
Frankie looked up at me now and licked her wet lips for me and said,
"Your sperm tasted pretty good, Mister. Not too bitter... maybe a
little salty. I wish there was more."
Sitting up, I smiled into the look of lust in her face and I took her by
her soft shoulders and lay her back on the bed.
Then I took hold of the elastic band of her white, nylon panties and
pulled them down her curvy legs, over her shoes and off of her.
Looking up her sexy legs now, I saw the most perfect, pussy I had ever
seen.
It was a gentle mound, at the point where her legs joined her torso, and
it was just covered with long, very light brown hair that seemed to be
more straight than kinky. The hair only covered her mound and was thick
but not too thick that you couldn't plainly see the crack between her
cushiony-looking mons and the hood of her clitoris protruding slightly.
Even though I had come, the sight of Frankie's pussy sexually stirred me
to my very root and, as she looked up at me in wonder, I took her small
ankles in my hands and spread her legs wide apart on the bedspread.
Then I lay myself between them so that my face was at her crotch and my
nose caught the exquisite aroma of teenage pussy - both piquant and
fishy and totally sublime.
Overcome with lust, I opened my mouth and placed it right over Frankie's
luscious pussy and I heard the breath whistle from her flared nose and
saw the muscles of her completely flat stomach tighten as I used my
tongue to split her mons and enter her sex.
She tasted both salty and sweet as I began to lick in her and over the
supple sheath of her hardened clit. The scent of pussy from her soft
hairs tickled my nose and spurred my lust as I eagerly lapped into her
and felt her working her crotch to my face.
"Ooh," I heard her say as I licked in her and felt her compact body
jerking and spasming from my tongue's manipulations, "Nobody's ever...
Oh, that's so... God, that feels... Oh, don't stop... God, I'm
gonna'..."
And then, as my tongue entered and pressed deeply into her sugary
vagina, I felt Frankie go totally rigid and her soft thighs locked
firmly to the sides of my head and her pussy started to spasm tightly
around my tongue and I could taste a sweet discharge flow from her
vagina as her stomach went rigid as a board in front of my eyes and I
made little Frankie have an orgasm in my mouth.
It seemed to last a full minute (but I don't see how that was possible)
and, the whole time, I kept up a fucking action with my deeply imbedded
tongue as I sucked out her syrupy sex-juices and eagerly swallowed them
all.
Then Frankie's body suddenly went limp and she entwined her fingers in
my hair and pulled my wet face back from her crotch as she sat up,
panting loudly.
"That was wonderful," she breathlessly announced to me. A bleary-eyed,
woozy expression on her reddened face as if she had just gotten off the
Magnum roller-coaster at Cedar Point.
"It's called eating you out." I told her.
"I know what it's called but nobody's EVER done anything, like that, to
me before!"
"I don't know why," I said. "Your pussy tasted so sweet and I enjoyed
doing it to you very much."
And I did. Looking at this tiny, curvaceous woman on the bed, I could
feel my cock twitching and jerking and I realized that I was still as
hard as an eight-inch drill bit.
Crawling forward, over her now, I eased Frankie's naked body onto her
back and said, into her wide-eyed, expectant expression, "Do you want to
fuck now?"
"I don't know if I can get that huge thing inside me," she stated. "I
thought Robbie had a big one but..."
I wasn't listening as I took hold of my cock and worked the sensitive
head of it into Frankie's slit, which was oozing with the sexual
lubrication of her cum. Finding the heated hole, I pressed my open
mouth to hers and (as she tasted the sweetness of her orgasmic discharge
from my mouth and I tasted the acrid taste of my sperm from hers) I
pushed my cock inward and felt the head enter her shapely, little body.
It was heavenly.
Frankie grunted into my face and I pulled back a little and then pressed
inward again and slowly (working in and out) gently eased all of my cock
deep into the tightest vagina that I had ever, in my life, encountered.
Once it was all in, and I could feel the mound of her pubic bone against
mine, I sensed Frankie relax under me and I could feel that her pussy
had a grip on my cock, so tight, that made me wonder if I could even
move it in her.
My arms around her and my hips resting between her creamy, wide-spread
thighs, I felt a moment of lewd depravity realizing that I was laying on
top of a body that felt no bigger, under me, than a ten-year-old's
would. And I had my penis buried to the hilt inside it.
With Frankie licking into and sucking my mouth like she was starving for
me, I pulled back my loins and pushed inward and began to fuck her with
a slow, careful motion.
Making a loud, wet, suction sound, I pulled my mouth back from hers and
asked, into her bleary-eyed, sexually inebriated expression, "Do you
want me to fuck you, honey?"
"No," she stated softly up to me. "I want you to make love to me." And
she added, "Please."
Taking her sweet face tenderly between my hands, I brought my lips back
to hers and started to do just that: churning my cock way inside her as
I deeply kissed her and she kissed me back with all she had.
Soon we had worked up a sexual rythym with each other, as we danced the
age-old dance of reproduction on the motel bed. Our bodies made wet,
clinging churning sounds against each other's as we worked our sexual
parts together for long, slow minutes.
Then, as I instinctively picked up the pace of my thrusting, I felt
Frankie's surprisingly strong, little body lifting up under me and her
suction at my mouth became almost painful as she suddenly lerched and
gasped and started to mewl loudly through her nose and I felt her pussy
began to clamp vice-like around my thrusting cock and Frankie was
cumming under me.
"Oh!" she screamed loudly, pushing her face hard to my cheek and then
taking my earlobe into her mouth and biting it as she held me tightly in
her arms and began working her clutching pussy franticly up under me.
Her orgasm seemed to last for a full minute and then she went as limp
and spent as a rag doll and I stopped fucking her and just lay still,
resting my weight on my elbows as I waited for her eyes to open and her
erratic breathing to return to normal.
"How was it?" I finally asked her.
"It was the best I ever had," she panted. "Far better than anything
with Robbie or Timmy."
Looking down on her reddened face, I kissed her forehead and her cheeks
and her chin and then I placed a tender kiss to her full, soft lips
before asking, "Are you enjoying this?"
"Yes," she said. "Very much."
Thinking that my 190 pounds might be crushing her, I pulled my cock
reluctantly back from the tight depths of her hot, flat, little belly.
"Don't," she said as my cock-head slipped from the entrance of her
vagina with a loud, wet pop, "I feel so empty now."
"You don't want me to stop?"
"No," she stated.
"Well then," I said, looking down at the sexy shape of her lovely, small
body and considering the ways I'd like to have her, "can you get up on
your hands and knees for me?"
Frankie smiled a lustful grin and then she scampered up to a kneeling
position in front of me as I got up on my knees and moved behind her.
She then let her upper body droop to the bedspread so that her shoulders
rested on the mattress with her elbows out to her sides and her left
cheek reposed on her folded hands. Her sexy ass was now angled high up
and on full display for me.
I could smell the strong scent of adolescent pussy wafting up at me as I
looked down at the side view of her pretty face and her shoulder-blades
and then at the sloping curve of her back. Then I let my horny eyes
feast on her wasp-thin waist and up to her wider hips and the pale, twin
cheeks of her butt. Looking between those supple cheeks, I could see
the small, pink, tightly puckered bud of her asshole and, just below
that, the open, wet-looking gash of her exposed sex with its small,
moist, flower-like inner pedals surrounding the deep pink, open hole of
her vagina.
Holding my cock firmly, I moved forward and placed the large, oozing
head to her sexual opening, spreading those inner lips apart and then
working it into her wet, slippery tunnel. Grabbing the flare of both of
her girlish hips for leverage, I pulled her curvy body to me and pressed
my loins forward, burying myself to the hilt in her warm body. As I did
so, my large, invading cock displaced the air trapped in her vagina and
forced it to expel from her with a loud, flatulent report.
"Excuse me," Frankie said and I saw her cover the visible part of her
reddening face with her hand.
"That's okay, honey," I assured her. "That's not the first pussyfart I
ever heard in my life."
And, as I began to deeply fuck her, Frankie uncovered her face and
started to laugh and I could both hear and feel her laughter with my
sensitive, deeply buried cock (as I churned in her) and I started to
laugh too but that quickly passed as I realized how far I was
penetrating into this tiny girl (in this position) and how nasty and
sensual it felt.
It must have felt good to Frankie too because, as I held her petite ass
between my hands and started to really fuck her hard, she started to
rock in front of me and work her pussy back at me with equal strength.
Soon the room was filled with the sounds of our animal grunting and
moaning and the sharp slaps of my loins repeatedly impacting against her
supple thighs and ass.
"Ooh. Ooh. Ooh..." Frankie kept saying as my cockhead pressed, again
and again, into the far depths of her and, after a short while of this,
I could feel Frankie pushing back harder at me and sensed that she was
on the edge of yet another climax.
Leaning over her and supporting myself up on my outstretched arm, I
reached under her with my other hand and grasped her wet pussy. My
fingertips could feel my cock working in her vagina as I started to
clutch her crotch and manipulate her clitoris directly with my hand (as
I screwed her). Suddenly Frankie pushed her ass back at me hard and her
body locked firmly against me and I stopped fucking and just pressed my
cock firmly into her. I could feel the spasms deep in her belly as she
screamed loudly down into the mattress and came hard, grabbing handfuls
of bedspread and clutching them in her hands as she did so.
Then Frankie just collapsed in front of me, falling from my cock to
sprawl limply on the bed in a heap of panting, sexually spent female.
My cock shiny and wet with her fluids, I lay down on the bed next to her
and placed my hand on her warm back and asked, "Are you okay?"
Her eyes opened and looked into mine as she caught her breath and said,
"Okay? Are you kidding? This is great! I've never cum so hard, or so
many times, in my LIFE!"
"Maybe we better rest now, huh?" I said as I patted her back.
"Rest?" she said, getting up to her hands and knees above me. "I don't
want to REST. I want to do more, okay?"
I laughed. Lynn had always warned me that, if I ever had a teenager (at
my age) it would kill me. Maybe she was right, I thought as Frankie
brought her knee over me and pushed me to my back and sat on my stomach
with her knees up and her elbows resting on them and her chin propped up
in her hands.
"Do you want to fuck some more?" she asked, looking down on me, her
green eyes wide and bright with renewed energy.
"I need a rest," I said up into her now disapproving expression, "Don't
YOU?"
"No," she said. "I want to fuck!"
"Rest," I said.
"Fuck!"
"REST!"
"FUCK!" she demanded.
"NO!"
"Alright," she said, scooting her ass back down to my loins and reaching
behind her for my rigid shaft, "if you're not going to fuck me, I'm
going to fuck you."
And, as I looked down my prone body at her, she lifted her ass and
directed my cock to her dripping, vaginal opening and then she closed
her eyes and sat down on it, firmly but slowly taking it in.
"Aah," she said as she sat fully down on it and I felt her ass cheeks
settle on my thighs.
Then Frankie placed a small hand on each of my sweaty shoulders and,
smiling directly into my face, she began to rock and grind her lower
torso against my loins, working my cock deep up into her pussy.
"That's better," she said, closing her eyes again. "That's what I
wanted to feel."
And it sure felt good to me too!
Frankie rocked and fucked and rocked and fucked and rocked and fucked
while I placed my hands at her sides and carressed her curves and felt
the pleasures and looked up at the expression of sexual delirium on her
face as her perky little tits jiggled above me.
Taking one breast in my hand, I began to squeeze it and play with it's
enlarged nipple as Frankie moaned her approval and picked up the pace of
her fucking on top of me.
Feeling her bare down and sensing that my cockhead had just pressed into
the opening of some soft, tight, hidden chamber deep in her belly, I
lifted my face to her other breast and took its nipple into my mouth
and, tasting its salty, firm fleshiness, I began to suck it.
"Aah!" Frankie went, snapping her head back and pressing her chest to my
face as she worked her pussy down hard on my cock and I knew that she
was cumming yet again and I started to buck my cock up under her and
suck her little tittie hard for her.
"Aah, aah, aah..." she kept repeating as she bore down hard on me and
came, her pussy squeezing my cock like a wet, velvet fist and that
chamber, in her, sucking my cockhead as if it were trying to draw
something from me. It was one of the oddest sexual sensations I had
ever encountered.
This orgasm seemed to last even longer than the others had and, when it
was over, Frankie's body released and she just fell forward and
collapsed on me and lay panting for many long minutes.
As she lay on me, I put my arms around her and held her and marveled at
how light she felt on me. I also marveled at the fact that, even after
what must have been five minutes of inactivity, my cock was still as
hard and as erect, inside her, as an iron derrick. And, feeling it
throb and jerk involuntarily in her pussy, I knew that it was time for
ME to get my rocks off.
Taking Frankie by the shoulders, I shook her slightly and said,
"Frankie, are you sleeping?"
"Ah huh," she said groggily. "I feel so good and so warm and so
satisfied right now. I just want to lay here and feel your cock
throbbing inside me all night."
"Well," I said, "that would be wonderful but we can't. Don't you have
to be home?"
"I guess," she said. "But Mom doesn't care about me so she won't worry
if I'm late."
"Well, my wife WILL wonder where I've been and that worries ME!"
Frankie laughed and sat up, looking down at me with a wicked little
smirk on her flushed, freckled face. "Doesn't your wife want you
fucking little, high school girls?"
"Good God, no!"
"Well then," she said, pulling herself up so that my rigid penis wetly
emerged from inside of her warmth and plopped, cold and wet, to my
stomach, "we better stop." And she started to crawl away from me.
"Not so fast," I said, reaching out and taking her thin arm in my hand
and pulling her back so that she fell next to me on the bed. "I'm not
done with you yet."
"You're not?" She asked as I rolled her onto her back and then got up on
my knees between her short, spread, shapely legs.
"Not quite," I said as I lay myself on top of her and reached between us
to place the head of my moist, stiff cock at the slippery opening of her
pussy.
"Are you going to fuck me again, Mister?" she asked up at me, with a
playful voice feigning child-like innocence.
"Yes, little girl," I replied and I pushed my whole eight inches deep
into her fifteen-year-old body and took her in my arms.
"Mmmm," she said and closed her eyes as I started to churn my cock
inside her again.
Bringing my lips to hers, I was surprised as her mouth opened and
yielded and our tongues went back to sexually sparring as she sucked at
me with the exact same hunger that she had displayed when we first
started.
Kissing her deeply I fucked her harder and harder and harder, feeling
her responding under me and working her pussy up at me to match my
quickening, deeply penetrating fuck-strokes.
Holding her tighter and fucking her faster, I could feel the exquisite,
electric energy of approaching orgasm starting to build in my loins and
up my spine and, wetly breaking our kiss, I told her, "Frankie, I'm
going to cum!"
"Me too," she breathlessly announced under me. "Don't stop! Cum in me!"
Fucking hard and just on the edge of climax I yelled back, "Won't I get
you pregnant?"
"No! It won't matter. I want to feel it! Do it in me!"
And that was the moment that I lost all control as I felt her pussy
tighten and the center of her body lift to me and my cockhead push deep
into that chamber in Frankie's taught, little belly. And, as I felt the
soft opening of that chamber start to clamp and spasm at my cockhead, I
let loose with a loud scream and a torrent of pressurized semen shooting
directly into Frankie's sexual center.
"Aah! Aah! Aah!" I yelled repeatedly as our bodies locked tightly at the
loins in a long, combined orgasm and shot after shot of my scalding
sperm spewed from my pulsating cock and deeply into her spread-legged,
pre-teen-sized body.
Now it was my turn to collapse, winded but satiated, on top of Frankie.
I know that I must have been heavy on her but she let me lay there,
panting and light headed from the thrill of my climax, as I felt her
caressing by back and cooing lovingly in my ear until I had gathered
enough strength to pull my spent, shrinking cock slowly out of her
clinging pussy and roll onto my back at her side.
"That was a rush!" I announced.
"Yeah," she said. "Would you believe I came AGAIN?"
"I'm glad," I said and I rolled to my side and kissed her gently on the
mouth as I reached down to grasp and squeeze the soft jut of her pussy.
It was very wet and gooey now with a mixture of her cum and my sperm and
I held up my hand, coated with the frothy, clinging sex mixture, and she
looked at it and said, "Ick!"
"We better go clean up." I said and I got out of bed and headed for the
bathroom but Frankie was up before I could even get to my feet and she
was in the bathroom and on the toilet before I got there.
"Start the shower and I'll wash you," she said as I smiled down at her
and heard the whizzing sound of her peeing.
"Okay."
I twisted the single handle in the shower and adjusted the temperature
and got in and, just that quickly, I felt her behind me and she was
lathering her hands and then soaping my back.
She washed me and then I washed her, becoming aroused again as I handled
her curvy, young, firm, feminine body again.
"You've got to let that thing rest," she said as she saw my renewed
hard-on.
"You're not kidding," I replied and I felt it ache slightly as she
soaped it up for me and giggled. I knew that it would be sore for a day
or two. I hadn't had this much sex in years.
Out of the shower we dried and then dressed and Frankie made
conversation as she put on her glasses and said, "Your wife looks very
pretty and very nice. Do you think she'd mind if you brought a teenage
girl home to live with you?"
I couldn't really tell if she was joking or was serious.
"I've got a teenager already. A son who is two years older than you."
"Is he nice?" she asked, as she bent to tie her shoe. "Would he like a
sister?"
"There's no room in our apartment," I told her honestly. "It's just a
two bedroom."
"Oh. Well, couldn't I sleep with you and your wife? You could be in the
middle?"
"I don't think Lynn would go for that idea."
"I'll sleep on the couch or on the floor. I don't care. I'll bring my
own blanket...that's all I'd need. And I'll keep your house clean,
for you and your wife, and wash the dishes and do the laundry and run
errands..."
"That sound's very nice, Frankie," I said as I finished buttoning my
shirt, "but you have a home of your own to go to and my wife would never
allow it."
"Oh," she said, drooping her head in front of me and adding, down to the
floor, "I guess you're right."
"Get in my car and I'll drive you home," I told her.
"No," she replied. "I only live a little ways from here and I could use
a nice walk alone right now."
"Okay," I said, "if that's what you want." And then I asked, "How much
do I owe you?"
She looked up at me now, standing more than a full foot shorter than me
as she said, "For what?"
I laughed. "For the fuck."
"Oh," she said, an odd catch to her voice now, "how about ten bucks?
That's what I get for babysitting."
Ten bucks? Hell, a sex session like that, with a professional "escort"
in a downtown hotel, would have cost me at least a thousand dollars!
I took out my wallet and looked inside, thumbing past the hundreds and
the fifties and pulled out two twenties. "Here, kid," I said offering
the bills out to her. "Here's forty."
"Thanks," she said, forcing a smile at me as she took the money and then
just stood there, staring at the payment in her hand.
"You earned it," I told her, playfully rubbing the short hair on the top
of her head.
"Yeah," she said, still looking at the money. "I guess I did."
Letting her go, I stepped to the door and opened it and looked back at
her, still standing there in the exact same position. "Can we do this
again?" I asked.
She looked at me now. "Sure," she said, pushing her glasses up to the
bridge of her nose. "Anytime. Just come to the store and pick me up
and take me to a motel."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see you."
And I closed the door and walked, in the cool evening air, back to my
car, looking around to see if anybody noticed me.
The rest of that week I was in a quandary.
That fuck had been so good and so memorable that I couldn't keep my mind
off of Frankie and her little, teenage body. I seemed to think about
nothing but her and yearn for her every waking moment of every day.
Lynn was horny that night but I pretended to be too tired (which wasn't
hard to fake) and fell asleep.
Lynn wanted sex the next night and the night after that but my poor dick
was still a little tender from its workout and it wanted Frankie, not
Lynn. Try as she might, my wife couldn't get me hard and was getting
frustrated and angry.
By mid-week I could see that I had created a huge problem for myself.
As much as I still loved my wife, I couldn't keep the memories of sex
with Frankie from my mind and that was the only thing that gave me an
erection. As soon as I realized that it was actually Lynn who I was
about to fuck, my cock went limp and her frustration grew.
"What's WRONG with me?" she asked as she held my limp wiener in her hand
and cried.
"Nothing, honey. I've just been working too hard lately."
As the weekend rolled around I made a decision to see Frankie again and
have some more sex with her. As much as I tried to deny it, she was the
only person who could give me that sexual rush that I used to feel with
Lynn when we were in our 20's.
Telling Lynn that we couldn't go to the park because I'd gotten a call
to come in to work, I drove to the store and ran in to find Frankie.
She wasn't at any of the checkouts and, roaming the aisles, I didn't see
her anywhere.
Finally, in the bread aisle, I found Audra stocking some hot dog buns on
the lower shelf.
"Hi," I called to her and she stood up and turned to me.
"Hi yourself," she said, recognizing who I was.
"Is Frankie here today?" I asked and it seemed to change Audra's
expression drastically, as if I'd asked a very stupid and inappropriate
question of her.
"Frankie?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Is she here?"
"Frankie's dead, Mister. Hadn't you heard? She cut her wrists in the
bathtub at her father's house."
"WHAT?"
"Our counselor at school told us that suicide is just a cry for help,"
Audra said as she shrugged and turned from me and went back to stocking
her shelf with buns. Then she added, "Some cry, huh?"
THE END
(c)-1999 by Emerson Laken-Palmer