Forgetful Franklin's Stepdaughter (Part #5)

Franklin, who is minding his sexy stepdaughter Abigail all weekend, learns he has a forgotten football outing on Saturday. Wayne eagerly agrees to replace him.

Introduction

This is the fifth episode of an ongoing story about a truck dispatcher (Wayne Conrad), his direct superior (Franklin) with who he shares an office, and that man’s simple-minded but gorgeous 14-year-old stepdaughter (Abigail). She has an insatiable desire for sex with absolutely any male who is willing to drop his drawers. Franklin’s forgetfulness often gets him into trouble. It benefitted Wayne when Franklin invited him to his home so Wayne could teach him how to play chess. Franklin completely forgot about it and Wayne accidentally walked in on Franklin and Abigail having a carnal romp. Franklin bought Wayne’s secrecy by offering Abigail to him. Abigail was quite eager to please her stepdad’s co-worker—so Wayne accepted the deal with alacrity. You are advised to read all four earlier tales before proceeding to this fifth story.

Wayne serves as the narrator again.

Part One

It had been one day shy of two weeks since I had come to the rescue and saved Abigail from being stranded at a city bus terminal and not knowing how to get home. That was purely a chance encounter since I used public transportation very infrequently. Anyway, it is always nice to do a good deed. Moreover, I was amply rewarded for it as I ended up bedding Abigail for the fourth time. Riding this comely teenage blonde was a pleasant experience no matter how many opportunities I had to do it.

Wayne finally rebooked his delayed chess lesson with me on a Friday night. Earlier that day, Deanna, his wife, had gone on an extended weekend shopping spree with a few friends. This seemed to be her favorite pastime. Thus, Wayne was alone with Abigail. I knew what that meant: Before I arrived at 7 p.m. for my chess tutoring, Franklin would be bedding Abigail somewhere in the house as it was the second weekend of September. The weather had suddenly become too chilly in the evening for any outdoor fucking.

Unlike our ill-fated attempt for a chess lesson several weeks ago, Franklin did remember I was coming that night. He told me he’d leave the front door unlocked and I was to let myself in. Given Franklin’s horrendous record in remembering appointments or engagements, I was suitably impressed that he had not forgotten that I would be arriving. I couldn’t tell him right away, however. I had to wait until he was finished screwing Abigail, just as I anticipated. That took about five minutes. I watched their sexual happenings out of curiosity, which did not seem to bother either of the participants. Frank had learned one little sex activity from me and was putting it to use. He was now spreading sundae topping on Abigail’s best body parts and licking it off as part of his foreplay routine. Tonight’s flavor was chocolate fudge. The sexy Abigail’s fabulous physique did look especially yummy, with or without the topping that Franklin liberally smeared on her.

Franklin culminated his horizontal business by spewing a large load of semen across his sexy stepdaughter’s chest. From personal experience, I knew that type of climax always amused Abigail for some reason. Predictably, she began to giggle as she wiped the goo off her torso with some paper towels. She smiled at me and said in her childish manner, “Are you next for boom-boom with me, Wayne?” (“Boom-boom” was Abigail’s preferred euphemism for sexual intercourse.)

“Maybe later, Abigail,” I told her gently. “I’m here tonight for a couple of hours to teach your stepdad how to play chess. That’s a complicated game.”

Abigial seemed slightly disappointed that I would not be enjoying her feminine gifts, but overall, she was quite accepting about the main purpose of my visit to her family’s home that night. “Okay. I’m kind of tired anyway. If you want to do boom-boom later, just call for me. I’ll be in the house somewhere.” Then she cheerfully left the room. Eying Abigail’s attractive nude body as she departed, I started to question my priorities.

Still thinking about the alluring female in the house, before I began my introductory chess lesson with Franklin, I commented, “It must be convenient for you to have Abagail here and available for a short-notice fuck whenever you get the urge to screw her. Lord knows I’d like to have a similar situation in my life.”

“It certainly is!” Franklin confirmed enthusiastically. “Of course, if Deanna is home, Abigail is absolutely off limits to me. But when Deanna is away for some reason…”

“Yeah, I get the picture, Franklin. I’m sure you’ve fucked her hundreds of times more than I have. I wouldn’t get tired of the thrilling experience, either.”

Part Two

Franklin and I were about 45 minutes into our first chess lesson when the telephone rang. I had just shown him the various ways that knights could move. Franklin picked up the phone and spoke to someone named Bill.

“Tomorrow morning at 7 o’clock?” he asked Bill. “Why would you be picking me up so early on a Saturday?” There was a pause of about 15 seconds and then the light came on inside Franklin’s brain. “Oh, is the game tomorrow. I had forgotten all about that! Yeah! Thanks for calling. I’ll see you then.”

“What have you forgotten this time, Franklin?” I asked, already knowing that it was something significant.

“That was Bill Ferguson. He’s a longtime friend of mine. Back in the spring he ordered tickets for a Michigan State football game for four people. I told him to count me in—and I paid for the ticket in advance. That was four or five months ago—and it slipped my mind. I hadn’t written it on my calendar. The game is tomorrow afternoon at 1 p.m. in East Lansing. It’s nearly a four-hour drive to the stadium from here. That’s why we’re leaving so early. You never know about the traffic—and we do want to get there reasonably early to take in the fun atmosphere. But now I have a problem: What do I do with Abigail for most of tomorrow? I’ll be gone for almost all of Saturday—and Deanna is away shopping until Sunday evening.”

Franklin looked at me with a pleading expression on his face. He didn’t need to verbalize the question that I knew was coming, so I answered it in advance. “Yes, Franklin, I’ll stay here and look after Abigail for you.”

Relief overspread Franklin’s face. “Oh, thank you so much, Wayne,” he gushed. “I do want to go to a big-time college football game. I’ve never been to one before—and I’ve already paid for my ticket. It would be a shame if I had to pass on it.” Franklin pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers and said, “To make it worth your while, Wayne, here’s $200. Use $100 for meals for you and Abigail tomorrow and for any other sundry expenses. Consider the other $100 as a payment for services rendered and for the short-notice. If that’s not enough, let me know, and I’ll make up the difference.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “I think it makes the most sense for me to simply stay overnight in your guest room rather than drive home and then have to drive back here early on Saturday morning so you can leave at 7 a.m.”

“Yeah, that does make sense,” Franklin agreed. “By the way, feel free to splurge tomorrow. Treat Abigail to nice meals and entertainment with that $100 bill I gave you.”

I laughed and replied, “Franklin, you know damn well that Abigail and I will spend most of Saturday in the guest room doing boom-boom for hours and hours. I’ll be providing our entertainment with my hard dick.”

Franklin laughed at my comment. He stated, “Yeah, somehow, I suspected that might be the case. Good luck with your stamina, Wayne! I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, so I really should try to get plenty of sleep tonight. However, I still think we have time for another hour of chess lessons before I head to bed. Please go through the business about how knights move. Because of that important phone call, I’ve forgotten what you taught me already.”

Part Three

Franklin and I concluded two hours of chess instruction before he sensibly headed to bed. Before he went to sleep, Franklin stopped in Abigail’s room to let her know that I was going to be an overnight houseguest and what the situation for tomorrow would be. Their discussion was loud enough for me to overhear most of it. When Franklin told Abigail that I would be with her all day in the house to keep her occupied, she was thrilled.

“Yay! Lots of boom-boom all day long tomorrow with Wayne! I like him! His hard pee-pee makes me feel so good.”

After hearing that positive comment from Abigail, my pee-pee became immediately stiff. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to begin our screwing marathon. So I didn’t! I walked into Abigail’s room where she was wearing a cute pair of tight-fitting pink pajamas that had a motif of modern Disney characters on them. She waved at me and smiled. “I’m in my favorite pair of jammies, Wayne. I don’t think you’ve seen them before.”

I confirmed that I hadn’t. Then I told Abigail, “Since I’m already here and I won’t be going home tonight, we can start doing boom-boom right now, if you’d like that. Come to the guest room where I’ll be sleeping. You can sleep with me after we finish boom-boom. I’d really enjoy cuddling with you all night long. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you, Abigail honey?”

“Doing boom-boom with you is always fun, Wayne! I was just telling Stepdad that you have a very nice pee-pee. It feels so good when you shove it inside my kitty-kat.”

“Thank you, Abigail,” I said sincerely. “I like those compliments. You are a very sweet young lady. I always try my best to make you feel good with my pee-pee. I know it likes you very much!” That last sentence made Abigail giggle.

I thought it might take Abigail a few minutes to ready herself for a sexual romp with me, but she scurried to the guest room ahead of me. That gave Franklin time to say, “Wayne, I’ll be up in the morning no later than 6 a.m. If you’re asleep, I won’t wake you up; I’ll just leave quietly when my ride arrives at 7 o’clock.” Then he added, “I know you’re a young, virile man of 23, but for heaven’s sake pace yourself! Yes, give Abagail one good screwing tonight, but then just fall asleep beside her. I know the temptation is there, Wayne, but don’t fuck her three or four times tonight. Save some of your strength for tomorrow when you have lots of time to kill. Thanks again for volunteering to help me out on such short notice. I really do appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s a terrible hardship on me to bed your sexy stepdaughter,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t know why I agreed to it.” Then I eagerly hustled to the guest room to fuck Abigail—who just as eagerly wanted to be fucked by me.

Part Four

When I got to the guest room, Abigail was sitting on the end of her bed patiently waiting for me to arrive.

“Wayne, what took you so long?” she asked. “For a minute I thought you had changed your mind about doing boom-boom with me!”

“Oh, no! That would never happen in a thousand years, Abigail sweetheart,” I told her. “Doing boom-boom with you is one of my most favorite things in the world to do. I just love putting my dick—I mean my pee-pee—inside your pretty, young kitty-kat and squirting a big load of my warm goo there. I apologize for the delay. I just had to speak with your stepdad for a moment to make sure everything was properly arranged for tomorrow.”

“That’s a good idea, Wayne,” Abigail said. “Stepdad is very forgetful sometimes. Do you notice that when you two are at work? Once he made a date with me for the two of us to go to a motel and do boom-boom because Mom was home—and he forgot all about it!”

“That really is unforgivable, Abigail! Shame on him!” I responded with a bit of hyperbole, but I actually wasn’t kidding. Who could possibly forget about a screwing date with this sexy, horny nymphet? Not only was Abigail a fabulous female to enjoy in bed, she was always grateful for the male attention, too!

Knowing that my bedmate was unable to become pregnant, I decided to be very sexually aggressive with Abigail this time, just for a change of pace.

“I’m going to remove those cute jammies you’re wearing Abigail, so I can enjoy your lovely titties!” I told her lustfully. She simply sat still and allowed me to do it. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere, so her breasts were exposed quickly once I got the buttons undone. Then I pulled the short bottoms down the length of her legs to expose her pussy. It was world-class, too.

There wasn’t a normal male on earth who wouldn’t be aroused by seeing nude Abigail sitting on the edge of a bed. I couldn’t wait to explore her tempting assets. Still dressed, I placed my hands on her boobs and began to play with them. “These are simply fantastic, Abigail!” I announced. “I think they are my favorite body parts of yours—and I get to play with them all night.”

I sat beside her on the bed so I could embrace her and simultaneously suck on her delightfully hard nipples. After a while I broke from my stupor, undressed swiftly, and placed my stiff rod between Abigail’s succulent tits. It wasn’t the first time I had engaged in that specific sex act with her, but it still made her giggle. We were both squeezing her mounds together as I slid my dick between them. “Wayne,” she said softly, “that still not where you’re supposed to put your pee-pee, but it’s okay with me. If you’re happy doing this, I’m happy, too.” What a compliant sweetheart this simple-minded, blonde sexpot was!

The guest room’s bed wasn’t really designed for two people to sleep in, but it was almost the ideal size for fucking. I positioned Abigaill on her back, licked her pussy a few times for luck, inserted two fingers into her vagina, and resume licking her tits. I was enjoying myself thoroughly—too thoroughly, it turned out. I sensed that a sizable ejaculation would be forthcoming soon, so I quickly mounted Abigail. Far removed from virginity, she realized what was about to happen. I performed my manly duties. I began thrusting my rod into her cunt very vigorously. I think my assertiveness surprised Abigail as she squealed and squirmed with unexpected delight regarding my enthusiasm for sex.

I was absolutely fixated on pounding Abigail’s moist vagina as I never had during our previous romps. “I’m going to fill your beautiful pussy with cum, Abigail,” I told her between hard thrusts, “and I’m going to do it for hours and hours tomorrow while your stepdad is away. Do you think you’ll like that, honey?”

Abigail didn’t respond to my silly question with words. Instead, she sat up momentarily and kissed me passionately. I took that gesture as a yes. I then resumed screwing this comely female who was lying contentedly beneath me. Two minutes later I could feel the strong, unmistakable stirring within my testicles. I stopped thrusting, hugged Abigail tightly, and fired a huge load of cum into her womb. I also let out a yelp of excitement and contentment. It was easily the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. I doubted that I’d ever have a better one. It was that strong!

My gentlemanly qualities returned for a few minutes as I rewarded Abigail with plenty of passionate kisses to her lips and many others to all areas of her body. Abigail exuded another girlish giggle when I planted a series of kisses on her toes. She really did have cute feet, which were slightly on the small side.

Although the typically insatiable Abigail was expecting further intercourse that night, I followed Franklin’s sage advice regarding pacing myself sexually. “That’s enough boom-boom for tonight, Abigail,” I told her sadly. We assumed a side-by-side position in the small bed as I explained, “Let’s get lots of restful sleep so we’re well-rested for plenty of boom-boom on Saturday while your stepdad is busy at the football game and your mother is away shopping. Okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, okay, Wayne,” she told me as she moved to a comfortable position. “You know, I’ve never actually slept with a boy all night. When I usually do boom-boom with someone, once we’re finished, he just goes away—even if it’s Stepdad doing boom-boom!”

“Well, in that case, Abigail, since this is new for you, let me make you as cozy as possible!” I responded. I cuddled up closely with her, put her into an embrace from behind. Of course, I cupped her sexy breasts with my hands and began to gently caress them. I was getting comfortable in that small bed, too.

“Please hold my boobies all night, Wayne,” she said. “I think I’d like to fall asleep with you hugging me this way. I like you a lot.”

I was happy to oblige. I fell asleep with happy thoughts of anticipating a full, rewarding Saturday of screwing the sexy Abigail.