Introduction
This is a continuation of an earlier story set in 1987. In the original tale, a 23-year-old office clerk at a trucking company named Wayne Conrad has a new supervisor. He is Franklin Romano, who is more than twice Wayne’s age. He is an amiable fellow, but horribly forgetful.
One Wednesday he asks Wayne to teach him the basics of chess. Franklin suggests Wayne come to his house that coming Saturday afternoon to give him a two-hour lesson. In exchange for his services as a chess teacher, Franklin will provide a huge steak dinner for him. Wayne accepts the offer—but Franklin soon forgets about the invitation.
When Wayne arrives at Franklin’s home on Saturday at the appointed time, he catches Franklin screwing a sexy 18-year-old girl named Abigail—who happens to be his stepdaughter. Guilty Franklin tells Wayne he has been banging Abigail for years and doesn’t want anyone to find out about the sordid goings-on in his household—especially his wife, Deanna.
Franklin announces a solution. He gives Wayne permission to fuck the very accommodating, sexually charged, but mentally slow sexpot as a payoff for not saying anything to anyone about his dark secret. Wayne accepts—and has a marvelous time doing “boom-boom” with Abigail. That childish term was Abigail’s euphemism for intercourse. Wayne never got his promised steak dinner, though...
Wayne narrates Part #2.
Part One
After I had enjoyed the sexual thrills provided by Franklin’s gorgeous but vapid stepdaughter on Saturday, I next saw Franklin two days later sitting at his desk across from me at work. It was business as usual in the truck-dispatching company that Monday, but we certainly had plenty to talk about during the lulls.
“You still owe me a steak dinner with all the trimmings, Franklin,” I told him sternly about a minute after wishing him a good morning. “I missed a meal on Saturday because of your forgetfulness. I hate missing meals.”
Becoming defensive, Franklin promptly disagreed with my assessment of things. “I forgot you were coming for dinner two days ago. Yes, that was totally my fault,” he confessed. “However, Wayne, I think you did alright for yourself on Saturday afternoon—far better than the value of a barbecued steak. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“What I got in its place—having sex with your stepdaughter—was wonderful,” I told my supervisor. “There’s no doubt it was great fun for me. I enjoyed it tremendously—but I still didn’t get the big meal you promised me. I was looking forward to it for several days.”
I wasn’t totally serious. In fact, I would have traded 10 gourmet meals for intercourse with the sexy, 18-year-old vixen who lived under his roof. From what I gathered from Franklin’s confession on Saturday, Abigail had also lived under him for about seven years.
“Abigail really liked screwing you, too, Wayne,” Franklin informed me. “She asked me when you were coming to our house for another visit.”
“I’d love to accommodate Abigail again,” I sincerely replied. “Obviously, it can’t be when your wife is home. When's the next time she’ll be out of the house for a few hours?”
“Wayne, that would be tomorrow—Tuesday evening,” Franklin stated. “Her bridge club meets that night somewhere across town starting at 7 p.m. If that day and time works out for you, show up then. I’ll tell my wife you are dropping by that night to give me the chess lesson you didn’t give me on Saturday. Of course, she knows nothing about anything that happened here on Saturday.”
“No meal for me this past Saturday meant no chess lesson for you,” I told him. “My having sex with your stepdaughter had nothing to do with the steak dinner or the chess lesson!” I paused for a moment. I then confirmed that Tuesday at 7 p.m. worked out well for me. I wrote the appointment in my notepad. I also wrote it in large letters on a sheet of lined paper and gave it to Franklin. “Just so you won’t forget this time!” I told him. He carefully folded the memo and put it into his shirt pocket.
Part Two
Tuesday arrived. At work that morning, I reminded Franklin of my appointment with him (and Abigail) at his house that night at 7 o’clock. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Franklin had not forgotten about it this time. Maybe his memory was improving. Frankly, it could not get much worse. He also said he would order pizza for us when we began the chess lesson—which we agreed would occur after I’d had another satisfying sexual romp with Abigail.
“She’s looking forward to it, Wayne,” Franklin told me. “I guess you made a good impression on her last Saturday.”
“That’s good to hear,” I responded. “When I have sex, I aim to please. I always hope the girl has a similar attitude.”
“Abigail told me she has a sexy surprise for you,” Franklin added. “What it exactly is...I have no idea.”
That news was a bit of a coincidence because I had a few surprises planned for Abigail, too. I figured I was in a perfect position to do plenty of sexual things with this comely cutie that I had only ever fantasized about. After all, Abigail had the body of a stripper and the mind of a second-grader. What a wonderful combination for a guy like me to exploit! Yes, it was devious to take advantage of the slow intellect that Abigail possessed, but my lust trumped my morality. I intended to have the time of my life with her in about 10 hours.
Franklin and I spent most of that work day doing as little work as possible. Instead, we merrily discussed our respective sexual techniques, turn-ons, desires and fetishes. (I laughed when he told me that he had a secret stash of brassieres that Abigail had outgrown. He liked to look at them and fondle them before he had sex with her! That was a new one for me.) When Franklin began describing the creative ways that he had secretly penetrated his stepdaughter since he had gotten married, I was instantly aroused.
“You’d better stop with these sexy stories, Franklin, ” I advised him. “My dick is hard as a rock right now just from listening to them. The last thing I want to do is cream my pants here at the office from envisioning what you say you do when you are in bed with Abigail. I want to be overly ready to screw her myself tonight.”
Part Three
I did some special shopping before I headed to Franklin’s house. When I got there, it was 6:55 p.m. As was the case on Saturday afternoon, the only car in the Romano driveway was Franklin’s.
I firmly knocked on the door. Franklin answered it after a slight delay. “I sort of lost track of the time, Wayne. I was getting dressed. I just finished screwing Abigail myself. Now she’s ready for you!”
I hadn’t figured on that at all. I was second in line tonight for Franklin’s sexy stepdaughter! Franklin bragged that he had “fired a huge load of cum inside Abigail’s pussy to finish things off.” Great. When I penetrated Abigail, my penis was likely going to wallow in a pool of my supervisor’s sperm.
Franklin asked me what was in the cardboard box I was carrying. I replied, “My chess set is at the bottom of the box. It’s for tonight’s lesson. The other things are to enhance my enjoyment of my romp with Abigail. You have her old bras to turn you on. These other items have all been specially selected by me to turn my crank tonight.”
I didn’t have time to explain anything beyond that because I heard Abigail loudly summoning me from a room at the very end of a long hallway.
“Abigail is in the guest room,” Franklin explained. “We usually do our fucking there because the bed is large and is seldom used—except by the two of us. I can wash the bedding and replace it when my wife, Deanna, is out of the house. Saturday’s fuck in the backyard was an exception because it was such a lovely August afternoon.”
I nodded politely, then Franklin continued. “You can fuck Abigail in the guest room, too. I’ll sit on the chair to watch, of course, just like I did on Saturday. I want to make sure you don’t get overly crazy with her.”
I hadn’t figured on that, either. But if enduring Franklin as a spectator was the only catch in my fucking this young and busty beauty, it was alright by me. I said to him, “Franklin, you can’t deny that you are at least slightly into voyeurism. That’s a fetish of yours you didn’t mention during our discussion this afternoon at work.”
“Voyeurism usually involves looking at something sexual secretly,” Franklin insisted. “I’m not secretly going to watch you and Abigail screw; I’m quite open about it. I admit that I absolutely love watching Abigail get fucked. I think that’s what she was put on this planet to do!”
When I walked into the guest room trailed by Franklin, I was pleasantly surprised by Abigail’s appearance. She was barely wearing a tiny blue bikini that left little to the imagination. She greeted me enthusiastically.
“This is my new bikini, Wayne,” she stated. “Mom bought it for me last week for when I go swimming. I like the way it shows a lot of my boobs. Everyone says they’re my best feature.”
“Everyone is right!” I quickly concurred. “You were built for that swimsuit, Abagail. You look absolutely lovely in it. It is very sexy on you." I wasn’t kidding! My dick was rapidly rising to the level it had been in the afternoon when Franklin was regaling me with steamy tales about his sexual exploits with his voluptuous stepdaughter
“What’s in the box, Wayne?” Abigail curiously inquired. “Is it something for me?”
“Yes, some things in the box are for you and some things are for both of us,” I told her honestly. “It will make our boom-boom even more fun for us than it was on Saturday!”
“Yay!” Alice said with glee. She gave me an endearing, broad smile. She seemed as anxious as I did to begin our sexual escapade.
I carefully emptied the box onto the unmade bed. There were three pairs of girls’ panties, a jar of strawberry jam and a container of honey. They were the items I had purchased on my way to Franklin’s house. I had also brought along some plastic cutlery that I kept in my car’s glove compartment.
"What are all these things for?" Abigail inquired. It was a reasonable question for her to ask me.
"I bought you three new pairs of pretty underwear, honey" I told her. "I thought about you when I was buying them today." They were panties that were targeted for preteen girls. One pair had a bumble bee motif on it. Another had pictures of Winnie the Pooh. The third was adorned with a strawberry pattern. I figured they would make young Abigail look even younger—as long as I didn't focus on her spectacular womanly figure, which was easier said than done.
While Abigail was busily examining her new undergarments with delight, I mentioned something else. "I also bought you these as a present." I pulled from my pocket a package of barrettes and other do-dads that little girls commonly wore in their hair. I handed it to her. Again, the general idea was to make Abagail appear more childlike than she actually was. She really liked the gift and gave me a kiss on the cheek to thank me. They had cost me a mere pittance of 87 cents—before tax.
"So here is what I want you to do for me, Abigail," I instructed her. "Leave your pretty blue bikini top on--for now. In a few seconds, I'm going to turn around and close my eyes while you take off your bikini bottoms. Then you have to choose one of the three pairs of panties to wear—and then put them on. Don't tell me which one you've chosen; I want to be surprised. Also put some of those plastic decoration things in your hair. When you've done that, tell me to open my eyes. I think you'll look fantastic. Do you understand?""
Abigail nodded.
"Okay. I'm going to turn around and shut my eyes until you tell me to open them, Abigail,” I said.
In the minute or so those tasks took Franklin's sexy stepdaughter to complete, I guessed that Abigail had chosen the undies featuring the cute strawberry pattern. I fantasized about her accordingly. There was a 2/3 chance that I was wrong, but it didn't really matter. No matter which pair of skivvies she chose, it was going to turn me on even more than I already was. At the time I felt like a loaded cannon with the fuse burning slowly.
"You can open your eyes and turn around now, Wayne," Abigail said.
I was incorrect; the odds had beaten me. Abigail had chosen the undies with the bumble bee pattern. They were mostly yellow. The bees were black. They were slightly too small for Abigail, which highlighted her pussy. In other words, they were wonderful for me to gawk at. Combined with the three barrettes she had placed in her curly locks of blonde hair, she looked fabulous to me.
Franklin gave me an accusing look and commented, "Wayne, I think you have a sexual fetish that you didn't disclose on Monday."
"Could be!" I said with a chuckle. A few seconds later I fully came clean. "Actually, there's nothing indefinite about it, Franklin. I find Abigail wearing panties designed for a little girl to be incredibly sexy—not that she already isn't. Heck, her tiny blue bikini almost put me over the edge. I think it's time to for me to get to work and please Abigail with my stiff dick."
"What about the honey and the jam?" Abigail asked me. "Wayne, why did you bring those things to do boom-boom?"
"You'll see soon, sweetheart," I responded. “Just be patient. You’ll get the idea shortly. Trust me!"
"Okay," Abigail responded without posing any further questions. She was an innocent, trusting soul with a fabulous body for her age.
I got undressed rapidly. My huge erection was obvious even before I'd removed my shorts.
"I think someone's excited!" Abigail joked while pointing at my crotch.
I laughed at Abigail's surprising use of understatement and then I responded, "Well, I think someone got me excited by wearing those sexy undies and those cute barrettes. The skimpy bikini top helped, too."
I could tell by her beaming face that that Abigail thoroughly enjoyed the compliment I had paid her. "I didn't know girls' underwear covered with bumble bee pictures was sexy, Wayne," she said. "Thanks for telling me! From now on, I'll wear them whenever you visit, if you want."
"I'd like that a lot," I replied. It was a tiny lie, though. I had hoped to retrieve those undersized yellow panties and keep them forever as a sexy souvenir of tonight.
Abigail was clearly in a hurry to begin our carnal pleasures. "Is it time for boom-boom now?" she hopefully asked me.
I answered Abigail by lifting her off her feet, setting her gently in the center of the bed, and removing her bikini top to expose her fabulous tits. "Yep, it's definitely boom-boom time!" I confirmed.
I embraced and kissed my lovely blonde bedmate. Then I focused my eyes on her lovely boobs. "I love your breasts, Abigail. I truly do, " I said. "I want to enjoy them forever. They are that nice!"
Abigail softly giggled and said "Thank you, Wayne. I'm glad you like them so much. Everyone says they're my best feature—or is that features? I'm not sure."
I happily played with Abigail's best features (plural), caressing her nipples, licking every inch of them, and putting my face between the pair while Abigail sexily squeezed them together.
"This is so much fun, Wayne!" she declared.
"You're having fun? Imagine my enjoyment level! It's time to do something really different with them, though," I stated.
I momentarily vacated the bed, grabbed the jar of strawberry jam along with a plastic knife and spoon. I returned to the bed and scooped a large dollop of jam and placed it onto Abigail's luscious tits! I used the disposable knife to liberally spread it around.
"What are you doing, Wayne?" Abigail asked me with a slight degree of alarm in her voice.
Franklin had it figured out, however, and said, "Oh my God..." and then laughed at the situation he was observing. "Abigail, honey, " he said to his stepdaughter, "I think Wayne is going to lick the jam off your breasts for fun. Am I right, Wayne?"
"Absolutely!" I confirmed. "Here I go!" I placed my face against her tits and began using my tongue on them. It was a double pleasure for me—teenage tits with a strawberry topping. It certainly beat any sundae I'd ever been served at a Dairy Queen or any ice cream parlor.
Franklin was nearly in hysterics, but he was inspired. "I absolutely have to try that with Abigail when we do boom-boom tomorrow. Isn’t that right, honey?" he asked.
"Yeah, Stepdaddy!" she replied. "I like it!" As a treat, she sampled some of the jam herself.
"The bumble bee undies come off next, Abigail!" I told her.
"Are you going to put strawberry jam on my kitty-cat, too, and then lick it off?" she asked me with excitement.
"Yes!" I declared with glee. "Abigail, what a clever girl you are to figure that out!"
I pulled the little girl undies off her bottom in about three seconds. Because Abigail's breasts were so spectacular, I'd completely forgotten how adorable her vagina was. It was made for me to lick—with or without strawberry topping. I scooped another large dollop of jam from the glass jar and spread it across Abigail’s bush with the plastic cutlery. It was seeping into her crevice which made finding it with my tongue more challenging—and certainly more fun. Abigail responded to my rapt attention to her vagina attention by quickly attaining a major orgasm. That created a new flavor for me that you won't find at Baskin Robbins: strawberry pussy juice.
Even though I was doing the pleasing and Abigail was the recipient, I was now ready at the highest level of horniness for some serious fucking. "Boom-boom time begins!" I said to my sex partner.
Without further ado, I climbed aboard my teenage bedmate, shoved my rock-hard penis into her vagina, and fucked away with reckless abandon. I didn't care at all that the tip of my dick could sense the gooey remnants of her stepfather's earlier large orgasm. I was enjoying the boom-boom to the fullest! Abigail was undeniably a fabulous fuck regardless of her age. (Perhaps it was because of it!) On Saturday afternoon, I had ejaculated on her. Today there was no doubt that I'd be ejaculating inside her, as her stepdaddy had done a few minutes before my arrival. After about three minutes, my male cannon fired a huge load. My ejaculation was indescribably pleasing. I let out a groan of delight that shook the house. At least it seemed that way to me.
"Thank you my dear!" I told Abigail gratefully. "That was wonderful! I hope you liked it too. Did you, honey?"
Before answering me, Abigail rose to a sitting position on the bed. She kissed me very passionately. That sufficiently answered my question, but she did add, "Of course I liked it, silly! I liked it a lot. This much!” She spread her arms apart as far as she could to visually illustrate her overall contentment. Then she added, “Wayne, your pee-pee is so stiff and hard! It feels so good inside me." That remark certainly boosted my male ego.
Abigail began to leave the bed, but I stopped her.
“Hey, we’re not finished boom-boom yet,” I told her.
I could tell by her confused facial expression that this news puzzled Abigail. “But your pee-pee is soft now. We can’t do boom-boom if it’s not hard, can we, Wayne?”
“It will get hard again very soon—and you can help it along the way, Abigail!” I insisted.
“You mean with sucky-sucky, Wayne?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s the plan,” I told her. “That’s why I brought along the container of honey. You can slather it all over my pee-pee and lick it off! Doesn’t that sound like great fun, Abigail?”
She didn’t bother to answer me. Abigail just headed straight for the container of honey. Both Franklin and I laughed heartily at this sexually irrepressible teenage girl.