Forgetful Franklin's Stepdaughter (Part #4)

Wayne discovers Abigail crying at a bus terminal because she can't figure out how to get home. Wayne offers her a ride, but only after plenty of lusty sex.

Introduction

This is the fourth instalment of a series of stories about a 23-year-old office worker at a truck-dispatching company (Wayne Conrad), his forgetful supervisor (Franklin), and that man’s supremely sexy but simple-minded 14-year-old stepdaughter (Abigail). For years, Franklin has secretly been having sexual romps with Abigail (acts which she quaintly calls “boom-boom”). Abigail has no moral compass so she thinks nothing at all of having sex with any male she pleases. By accident one day, Wayne sees Franklin screwing Abigail in their backyard. Both parties were obviously enjoying it, but Franklin’s secret was now exposed. He offers Abigail to Wayne as a way to maintain his secrecy. Wayne accepts the offer—and Abigail is as compliant as usual towards any male who seeks to be intimate with her. Wayne and Abigail get together for two further romps over the next week and a half.

Wayne narrates Part #4.

Part One

One day I had a few errands to take care of downtown. Parking was always a bit of a nightmare there, so I opted to take the bus. This was something I did about once or twice a month even though I owned a car and I drove every day to and from work. I never really got into the thrill of being able to drive as my friends did in high school. To me, driving was not fun at all; it was just a necessity to get from one place to another quickly. Therefore, I happily used my city’s bus system whenever I could if I was not pressed for time.

This particular Saturday was one of those days. I was waiting at a secondary terminal to transfer buses when I saw Abigail sitting on a bench not far from the cashier’s widow. She seemed to be in distress. When I got closer to her, I could tell from her reddened eyes and the remnants of tears on her cheeks that Abigail had been crying.

“Hi, Abigail, sweetheart!” I greeted her. “You look like you’ve been crying. What’s the matter, honey? I hate to see you crying about anything.”

“Oh, Wayne! It’s you!” squealed Abigail as she leapt to her feet to embrace me and give me a surprisingly passionate kiss. “I need your help so much. I don’t know what to do!”

Abigail explained that she was beginning to learn how to use the public bus system on her own, but she had run into difficulty in transferring from one bus to another. This day she had set out to go to some event at a community center across town. Getting to its location required her to catch the #27 bus a block from her home, ride it to the nearest terminal, and switch to bus #61 which stopped exactly where she wanted to go. However, on the return trip, Abigail got on the wrong bus which took her to the smaller secondary terminal—where I was—and not the main one where she needed to be. Bus #27 did not have my terminal as a stop. Abigail could have asked one of the staff for help, but she told me, “I’m a big girl now and I should be able to figure out how to get home on my own—but I really don’t know how to get home from here. I feel stupid about it.” She started to softly cry again.

“Yes, you are definitely a big girl now, Abigail,” I concurred. (Indeed, with Abigail’s shapely figure, she could have physically passed for a 20-year-old with no difficulty at all.) “However, you made a mistake with the buses that’s not easily corrected because I know that your #27 bus doesn’t come to this terminal.”

By the puzzled look on her sweet and pretty face, I don’t think Abigail grasped that there were two terminals in town and she had somehow accidentally ended up at the wrong one. It was beyond her.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Abigail,” I said. “I’ll phone your house and tell either your mom or stepdad exactly where you are right now, just in case they are looking for you. Then we’ll both take the bus to the stop near my apartment. Then I’ll drive you home myself. Does that sound okay to you, honey?”

“Oh, yes please, Wayne. You’ll do that for me? Thank you so much for saving me! I would have been stuck here forever if you hadn’t come along. I love you, Wayne!” Then she kissed me again.

Abigail’s unchecked affection toward me was starting to attract the attention of other bus patrons inside the terminal, so I suggested we go outside to wait for the bus we needed to board. Before that, I had to make a telephone call to Abigail’s house to alert whoever was home that Abigail was safely in my charge. Luckily Abigail knew her phone number.

When I called, Franklin answered. I explained the situation to him.

“Abigail has ridden the city bus system for years, but never alone,” Franklin informed me. “Last week we just got her a bus pass for unlimited travel. Her mother and I hoped Abigail could handle the transfers by herself, but I guess that was too much for her. I guess she’s as forgetful as I am. Thanks a million, Wayne, for taking her safely to your place.”

“Glad to be of service, Franklin,” I told him. “It’s getting close to 5 p.m., though. I’ll treat Abigail to pizza, and I’ll drive her to your place later tonight.”

“Sure, Wayne. That’s okay with me,” Franklin responded. “When you get her to your place, be sure to give her a good fucking—in case you hadn’t thought of that.”

Before I hung up, I commented, “That never even crossed my mind until you mentioned it, Franklin. I just might do that now.” Of course, that was an outright lie—and Franklin knew it. It was actually the very first thing that crossed my mind when Abigail explained her predicament to me. On three previous occasions I had enjoyed copulating with this 14-year-old sexpot. There was no doubt that I was going to talk her into having a fourth fuck with me! I hoped to make it the best one thus far.

Part Two

When I got off the phone with Franklin, I immediately asked Abigail, “You’re 14, right? Have you ever been on a real date—not just doing boom-boom?”

“Wayne, do you mean like going to the movies or a restaurant with a boy? No, it’s always been just boom-boom,” she replied.

“Well, Abigail, will you go on a date with me right now? Once we get back to my apartment, I’ll take you to a nearby pizza place and we can have a dinner date there. Okay?”

“Yay! I’m going on a date with Wayne!” she loudly declared to everyone inside the bus terminal. Then we walked outside to the spot where my bus would pick us up in approximately four minutes, according to the schedule. When we got there, Abigail asked me, “After dinner, can we do boom-boom together, Wayne? I’d like that!”

“Of course we can. I’d like it, too,” I happily replied. “Did you know that you are my favorite boom-boom girl, Abigail? I really like shoving my hard pee-pee inside your kitty-kat and shooting my goo there.” I got a kick out of using Abigail’s quaint, childish terminologies.

Abigail smiled and kissed my cheek. “Wayne, you know what? I almost had boom-boom earlier today. When I was waiting for my bus at the other terminal, a nice man about my stepdad’s age started talking to me. He offered me $20 to go into the unisex bathroom and do boom-boom with him. I said yes, but a security guard yelled at the man to stop bothering young girls, and took him away. I still have his $20. Someday I want to find him so I can return his money. He paid me and got nothing! That doesn’t seem right to me!”

I just laughed and told Abigail to keep the money as if she had found it. That anecdote confirmed what I already suspected about Abigail: She had to be the easiest lay in the entire country.

Part Three

Abigail was very affectionate with me during the 20-minute bus ride. While I was trying to explain the error that took her to the wrong bus terminal, Abigail had her head on my shoulders and love in her eyes. I could tell she wasn’t really listening to me, so I stopped trying. We got to my stop, walked for about two minutes to my building without going inside, got into my car and headed to Caparetto’s Pizza Parlor. Abigail amused me by saying she liked pizza with "peppy-ronis and mushed rooms.” I ordered a large pie with her favorite toppings, garlic bread, and an iced jug of cola to wash it all down.

I couldn’t help but notice how attractive Abigail was—and that a party of four teenage boys at a nearby table was eying her lustfully. I was tempted to say to them, “Too bad, young fellows! This hot teenage girl is going to be my bedmate within the hour!”

When the waitress brought me the bill, she casually said, “Thanks for dining at Caparetto’s Pizza Parlor. Do you have any big plans for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, lots of boom-boom!” Abigail informed her.

I quickly came up with a clever lie. “That’s a card game we like to play; it’s something like Go Fish!” I hustled Abigail out the door before she had a chance to correct my fib.

Part Four

During the 10-minute drive to my apartment building, Abagail sat beside me and put her left hand on my thigh. Within a minute it was on my crotch and Abigail began to gently squeeze it. “I want it to be really hard for boom-boom, Wayne,” she explained. It was certainly well on its way there.

After an appropriate pause, I said, “Thank you, Abigail. I like it when you squeeze me there. If feels very nice. Here’s what I plan on doing with you when we get to my place. We’ll both get naked and get into my bed. I’m going to play with your big, beautiful tits for a while. Then I’m going to give you the best boom-boom ever. I’m going to drive my penis into your kitty-kat over and over again until I shoot a huge load of cum inside it. Then we’ll do some hugging and kissing while we rest a bit. Then you can do sucky-sucky on me. And then we’ll do more boom-boom, and I’ll finish our special date by coming all over your pretty face. How does that sound to you, Abigail honey?”

“That sounds like super boom-boom, Wayne! Yay! I can’t wait to start!”

Now that I had outlined my plan of attack, I figured I had better follow it. I was already sporting wood when I entered my apartment holding Abigail’s hand. I led her directly to my bedroom where I helped her shed her clothing. She was wearing blue jeans and a plain blouse, but she looked incredibly sexy to me. About a minute later she looked even more fabulous because she was buck naked.

I promptly set her on the bed, gave her kitty-kat a few licks (which wasn’t on my announced agenda). Then, as scheduled, I had a lovely time fondling Abigail’s wonderful set of boobs. (They were larger than a typical adult female’s breasts. They were truly luxurious items on a 14-year-old’s chest!) “I could play with these tits forever, Abigail!” I announced. “I hope they stay big and firm forever!”

I occupied myself with nonstop licks and sucks and concluded my work on her mammary glands with a titty fuck that made Abigail giggle. “That’s not where your pee-pee is supposed to go, Wayne!” she declared. “That’s just silly!”

“Okay, I’ll put it in the right place,” I said. By that time my rod was as rigid as it had ever been in my life. I decided to dispense with the childish euphemisms while I gave Abigail a relentless fucking. I gave her adult commentary instead.

As I was ramming Abigail with authority, I said, “That pussy of yours is going to be fucked like it’s never been fucked before. Let me ram my dick into you! Who’s ever fucked you this hard? No one! I’m going to please you with my penis. You were made to be screwed by me. Lie back and enjoy it, Abigail!”

When I could feel my balls preparing for an ejaculation, I informed my bedmate, “Here it comes…my biggest cum shot ever! Take every drop, Abigail! Let me fill your pussy with my hot cum.” I think I kept my promise. My balls unleashed a gusher. I kept my dick inside Abigail’s vagina long after the last drop of semen seeped out of it.

With my penis still inside her pussy, Abigail looked at me with a bit of dismay in her stare. She finally said, “You sounded mad at me, Wayne! Were you? You sounded like you wanted to hurt me. Did you want to hurt me?”

I felt like a heel. “I’m terribly sorry, Abigail. I just got carried away with the excitement of doing boom-boom with my favorite girl in the whole world. Did I hurt you? I hope not.”

“No. I liked it very much!” Abigail assured me. “Now it’s time for kissing and cuddling, right Wayne? I like doing that too.”

I kept up with the schedule I announced. After a suitable time of romance, Abigail performed sucky-sucky on me (better known as fellatio) for several erotic minutes. She was experienced with that sex act beyond her 14 years. “I like licking your pee-pee as much as stepdad’s,” Abigail innocently declared. All I could say was, “Is that right, honey? That’s nice of you to say.”

About 30 seconds later, Abigail pronounced her mission a success. “Wayne, I think it’s hard enough again for more boom-boom.”

It was. This time I took it gently on Abigail and told her how utterly beautiful and sexy she was. I specifically stated how great it was to have my penis inside her for the fourth separate time since we met so awkwardly. Abigai smiled at my version of sweet-talk.

Once we changed sexual positions at my suggestion, Abigail really seemed to enjoy the doggy-style fucking I gave her. My only regret was that I couldn’t control myself as well as I had hoped. By the time I tried to pull out and come on Abigail’s face, my ejaculation had already begun. Half my load had ended up on her back and bum. Only a trickle of my jism got to decorate the area just below her lovely blue eyes. Abigail didn’t seem to care at all. “Yay, Wayne! You did exactly what you said you would!” Some people are just too easy to please!

Part Five

Abigail and I took a quick shower together. I was too exhausted to fully enjoy the many sexual possibilities that existed there, so I was content just to help Abigail lather up with a few deft touches in key places. Abigail amused herself by smothering my flaccid dick with soap suds until it wasn’t soft. After cleansing ourselves so pleasantly, we got out of the shower, dried each other off, got dressed, and got into my car. I drove her home. Abigail kept up her enjoyable habit of squeezing my crotch for the entire trip.

Abigail’s mother, Deanna, answered the door. I had never met her before. On the two occasions I had been a visitor at Franklin’s house, Deanna had been away on shopping trips. She insisted I come inside for a coffee so she could thank me for getting her daughter home safely from the wrong bus terminal. Franklin was present, too.

I told them both that Abigail had been a lovely dining companion for me and she could visit me anytime she liked for another date. (Franklin subtly rolled his eyes at that comment! He knew exactly what I really meant.)

Deanna asked her daughter, “Abigail, what did you like best about your date with Wayne tonight?”

I quickly prayed that Abigail would not say “boom-boom” or “fucking” or “screwing”—or anything that might divulge what we did the whole time we were at my apartment. I think I exhaled noticeably when she replied, “It was the yummy pizza at the restaurant!” When her mother’s attention was diverted for a moment, Abigail gave me a sly wink.

Seconds later, Deanna left the room momentarily to bring us a plate of homemade oatmeal cookies for an evening snack. Abigail took the opportunity to clarify things. “That was a big lie I told my mom, Wayne. The best part of our date was when you filled my kitty-kat with all your hot cum. Definitely!”