Introduction
This is the third installment of an ongoing story about a 23-year-old clerk named Wayne Conrad; his new supervisor named Franklin Romano (with whom he shares an office at a trucking company); and Franklin’s sexy, busty, and wildly promiscuous 18-year-old stepdaughter named Abigail. She is a sexpot who has the mental capacity of a second-grader. Franklin was caught screwing with her when he forgot he had invited Wayne to his house on a Saturday afternoon to receive a chess lesson from him. Wayne walked in on their backyard tryst just as Franklin was ejaculating, which was bad timing to be sure. To buy Wayne’s silence about his illicit sexual romps with his wife’s daughter, Franklin agrees to share Abigail with him. The arrangement pleases all the parties involved.
Wayne narrates Part #3.
Part One
In the week following my second romp with Abigail—that most recent one occurring in Franklin’s guest room—things were normal back at the office. Franklin kept up his record for being horribly forgetful. Twice he forgot to bring his lunch after making it. Twice he simply forgot to make it at all! I was kept busy ensuring his incurable memory flaws did not seriously affect anything at the workplace we shared. Franklin was truly appreciative that I was keeping an eye out for him. He thanked me profusely just before he left the office to go home one day—only to return about a minute later to retrieve his car keys that he had placed in a drawer and forgotten.
One thing Franklin never seemed to forget was to fuck his horny, 18-year-old stepdaughter on a regular basis when his wife was out of the house. Franklin’s mind also kept a remarkably strong record regarding the minutiae involved in his carnal exploits. He relished in telling me every detail, including the fact that he had employed an idea that I showed him when I last screwed Abigail: smearing some sweet foods onto key parts of her body to lick lustfully as part of foreplay. I had used strawberry jam and honey for the job. Franklin told me he had used chocolate sundae topping. He explained his choice very logically to me. He said, “Hey, I’m a chocoholic and a sex fiend. What would you expect me to use?”
Franklin’s steamy stories about having wild sex with Abigail inevitably got me horny. I myself was hopeful for a third romp with her. I could have easily demanded one as I always held the Sword of Damocles over Franklin’s head: the power to reveal his naughty goings-on to his wife if I so desired. I did not wish to betray him, however. I considered Franklin to be a friend, so I was content to wait for another official invitation to his home to partake in Abigail’s horizontal delights. That anticipated invitation came about a couple of weeks later—but the locale wasn’t at Franklin’s home.
Abigail had gotten herself into trouble at school with her lack of self-control about her sexuality. More precisely, she had gotten a handsome substitute teacher in severe trouble by offering “boom-boom” to him in a storage closet. (“Boom-boom” was Abigail’s preferred euphemism for sexual intercourse.) Apparently, the striking young man, only a few months into his teaching career, was easily persuaded by the sexy, curly-haired, blonde vixen. Unfortunately for him, he was caught in the act purely by accident when another teacher happened to enter the same supply room in search of something she needed for her classroom. Within an hour, the new employee was an ex-employee as he was marched out of the building by the police. Eighteen-year-old Abigail, with the underdeveloped mind of a seven-year-old, and the body of an overdeveloped 25-year-old, was promptly suspended for two weeks from school for her part in the scandal.
The simple-minded Abigail honestly did not understand what she had done wrong. “In health class this year we were told that we should only do boom-boom with someone we really like,” she quaintly explained as an alibi to the school’s flabbergasted principal. “I like Mr. Jeffries very much. He is very handsome. He likes me, too! So why can’t we do boom-boom together?”
His stepdaughter’s long suspension from school presented a bit of a logistics problem for Franklin. His wife worked in the daytime and so did he. Someone had to stay with Abigail during that time she was barred from school. Somehow Franklin persuaded his boss to allow Abigail to share our office at the truck-dispatching company for two weeks as a solution. At least one of us was with her constantly to ensure her safety—both from the trucks that were constantly coming in and out of the facility—and the leering truck drivers who couldn’t help but notice how attractive and downright sexy Abigail was no matter how plainly and conservatively she dressed.
For those two weeks Abigail spent with Franklin and me, she had loads of schoolwork to occupy herself, so she generally did not venture too far from the office. I was happy to help her with her assignments if she got stuck. Franklin appreciated my acts of kindness. Accordingly, a week into Abigail’s suspension, he suggested that I deserved a fuck from his stepdaughter as a reward.
“Why don’t you two go for a fuck?” he stated casually. “There’s a bit of a lull here today. Wayne, I can manage without you for an hour or so.”
Abigail was very enthusiastic about complying. “Yay! I get to do boom-boom with Wayne again! It’s so much fun!” she declared happily.
I liked the idea, too, of course, but I wondered where this fun activity could be done as the office we shared was often a busy place. Anybody could walk in unannounced literally at any time.
Franklin had the solution. He stated with a smile, “Out back in the truck yard, one of the larger vehicles is currently not roadworthy. We can’t rent it out until an axle is repaired and inspected. Use it for boom-boom, you two. Enjoy yourselves!”
Franklin handed me the keys to unlock it—and away we went. We were about to exit the office when Abigail said, “Wait a minute!” She returned to where her lunch was kept and got the jar of peanut butter and a knife that she had brought from home to make a sandwich for herself if she became especially hungry. I immediately figured out what was going through Abigail’s mind, but her stepfather was puzzled for a moment. His face showed it.
“Stepdad,” Abigail explained, “you like chocolate syrup. Franklin likes strawberry jam. I like peanut butter.” She held up the jar and said, “I want him to spread it all over my boobs and my kitty cat when we do boom-boom so Wayne can lick it off! I like it when he licks me down there!” I personally didn’t care too much for peanut butter, but I’d definitely make an exception for eager Abigail in this case!
Part Two
We hustled hand-in-hand to the spot in the vehicle lot where the disabled truck was parked. It had not been used for more than a month. I had envisioned screwing Abigail in the cab of the truck, but I was pleased to see that the trailer was available for us and had a certain amount of padding available on the floor, presumably for fragile cargo. It may not have been ideal for the task at hand, but it was certainly more spacious for fucking than the confined area in the cab behind the steering wheel provided.
Abigail was eager to begin. "Boom-boom time!" she uttered with glee and embraced me warmly. She also sweetly kissed me on my right cheek.
"I want a better kiss than that, honey!" I informed her. As I was markedly taller than she was, I lifted her a few inches off the floor of the truck so our lips more closely lined up. We enjoyed a very pleasant romantic buss for half a minute before I ended it and said, "Now it's definitely boom-boom time, Abigail."
I proceeded to disrobe swiftly, tossing my clothing into a pile to my right. I stopped for a moment to watch Abigail do the same thing I was doing. She really was a true beauty! Her curvaceous body was thoroughly captivating. (It was no wonder the overwhelmed substitute teacher was lured into making a terrible error in judgement. It had to be difficult for any male to say no to Abigail if she offered sex. I knew it would be downright impossible for me to refuse.) When she was finished taking off her clothes—she saved her blue brassiere for last—Abigail promptly lied on the floor of the truck. She spread her sexy legs, and handed me the jar of peanut butter and the knife. "You know what to do with these, Wayne!" she said.
I certainly did! I liberally smeared peanut butter all over Abigail's private parts. She giggled merrily throughout the application. I then laid upon her body to begin licking the topping from her terrific tits. My actions caused her nipples to become stiff and especially appealing to me. I had never enjoyed peanut butter so much! it was wonderful—but not quite as tasty as the strawberry jam I had used during our last romp.
Next, of course, I slithered down Abigail’s sexy torso so my face was inches from her enticing vagina. I was more exacting with my licks down there—aiming specifically to pleasure her with tongue action on her clit and the opening to her pussy. This too was a sensory delight. Just like the strawberry jam affair a week earlier, Abigail succumbed to the stimulus by secreting a liquid cascade from her pussy. It combined to make liquified peanut butter which is certainly an acquired taste.
“My turn!” Abigail kindly reminded me not long after she regained her composure and I had finished my treat.
“Oh, yeah!” it occurred to me. “You want to lick peanut butter off my dick, right? How lovely of you, Abigail! Of course you may. What a great suggestion!”
Fully compliant, I slathered my shaft with peanut butter. That was certainly a first in my life. Abigail rose from the floor of the truck to her knees to enthusiastically perform fellatio on me. For her young age, she was quite excellent at it. In fact, she went at my penis so heartily that Abigail requested I apply a second coat of peanut butter after about a minute had elapsed. Either she loved peanut butter or having my phallus in her mouth—or a wonderful combination of the two. It really didn’t matter. Whatever the case, her oral stimulation had me hard as a diamond and ready for further action.
“You were born to do this, Abigail!” I complimented her with sincerity. She stopped the blowjob momentarily to give me a cute and endearing smile. Then she kissed the tip of my rod and continued licking and sucking vigorously on it.
I believe Abigail would have continued fellating me until it was quitting time at the office, but I knew a sexual experience this terrific would put me over the edge soon. I did not want to ejaculate yet; I had some serious fucking to do. I told Abigail to stop because I wanted to “do boom-boom” with her now. We passionately kissed before we began our intercourse. Each of us smelled of peanut butter.
I gently set Abigail on her back on the truck’s floor, mounted her, and, being totally aroused, I drove my penis into her pussy rather roughly. It slid into her crevice quite nicely. Within a short time, we were jointly experiencing a rhythmic fuck. Abigail was moaning periodically, keeping time with my thrusts.
“I like doing boom-boom with you, Wayne,” Abigail kindly informed me. "You always make me feel really good. Your pee-pee fits just perfectly inside me! Honest, Wayne! It really does!”
I had no doubt Abigail was being honest. She was too naïve a person to be deceitful in any way. Being the kind-hearted type, I figured the best way to thank her was to give her a huge load of my hot cum exactly where it belonged—inside her vagina. I told her my plan and she instantly approved of it.
“Yes! Shoot your goo inside me, Wayne. That’s what boys are supposed to do when they have sex with girls. That’s what we were made for,” Abigail insisted. Based on that statement, I strongly suspected that Abigail would never become a women’s- libber.
I paused a few seconds with my horny thrusts to fondle her bouncing breasts. With an orgasm clearly on its way, I resumed my fucking for about half a minute. Nature eventually called, and I blasted several semen ropes into Abigail’s well-used vagina. The feeling was sensational—as it had been both previous times Abigail had made me cum. She was a peach of a sex partner!
I stayed mounted on Abigail for a while as we both took deep breaths. I was in no hurry at all to remove my rod from her vagina. My penis, though tired, retained some degree of stiffness for a while, so I gave sexy Abigail a few soft, loving thrusts with it as I caressed her nipples. This had been a wonderful, unexpected break in a mundane workday.
“That was excellent boom-boom, my dear, as always,” I finally told her. “Abigail, we really should do this every day we possibly can!”
“Stepdad says the same thing about me and him, Wayne,” Abigail said somewhat ruefully. “We can’t, though. We can only do boom-boom when Mom is out of the house. Stepdad says Mom would castrate him if she ever caught us. I don’t really know what that means. It sounds bad, though.”
I told her that she probably didn’t want to know—but I emphasized it was a very bad thing to happen to any man or boy regardless of his age.
Abigail returned the subject to us. She stated, “I don’t see you often enough, Wayne.”
“Abigail,” I began, “your stepdad needs to invite me to your home far more often than he does instead of keeping you for himself.” I then opined, “I’d like nothing more than to please you with my stiff dick seven days a week. I think he’s being very greedy about you! I can’t really blame him, though. If I were in his shoes, I keep you for myself, too.”
A naughty thought suddenly came to Abigail. “Hey, you and Stepdad should both do sex things with me at the same time,” she declared. “I think that would be lots of fun for me and for the two of you. I could do boom-boom and sucky-sucky at the same time! That way all three of us could be happy all at once! Is that a good idea, Wayne?”
“That’s not a good idea, Abigail...it’s actually a terrific idea!” I told her. “Let’s head back to the office and see what your stepdad thinks about it.”
“Oh, he’ll like the idea for sure. I just know he will!” Abigail replied with confidence.
A few seconds later I said, “I have a question for you, sweetheart: Do you like caramel sundaes?”
“Yes, I do!” Abigail answered. “Why did you ask me that, Wayne?”
“I think on my way home from the office I’ll stop at the grocery store to buy a squeeze bottle of caramel sundae topping. I think it would taste absolutely wonderful if I licked that from your big, bouncy tits and sexy pussy! And I’m sure you know where you can squirt it on me!”