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Please allow me to re-post this for possible review and comments.  I
appreciate everything you might have to say about this story... positive or
not.  And thanks to my good friend Stephen for the original post.

Thanks to everyone who helped and inspired.

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Frankie's Story
by
Emerson-Laken Palmer

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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 ga
ze 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

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