In the final chapter of this series, Wayne finds himself alone with sexy Abigail for an entire Saturday. He plans for a full day of carnal delights with her!
Author’s Note
This is the sixth and final installment of my Forgetful Franklin series of stories. If you have not yet read the previous five installments, I suggest you do! Here is a very brief summary of them.
Franklin Romano is actually a minor character in the stories. When he married a divorced woman, he became the stepfather of a gorgeous, albeit simple-minded blonde girl named Abigail who had an insatiable sexual appetite. Whenever his wife is away, Franklin would promptly screw with Abigail who was undeniably spectacularly built but had the mental capacity of a fifth-grade pupil. This had been going on secretly for years.
Franklin is well liked at work—but he’s horribly forgetful. One Wednesday, Franklin invites a 23-year-old co-worker named Wayne Conrad to his house on Saturday to teach him how to play chess. Typical of Franklin, he had forgotten about the invitation he had made to Wayne for a steak dinner and chess lessons on a day his wife was absent. When he arrives, Wayne gets an eyeful when he sees Franklin riding Abigail in the backyard and ejaculating all over her. Franklin is horrified at getting caught fucking his sexy stepdaughter, but Abigail seems utterly unconcerned.
Franklin immediately makes a convenient deal with Wayne by which he too can share Abigail’s carnal delights as long as both men keep their secret from Franklin’s wife, Deanna. Wayne also learns that Abigail is infertile, so there’s zero chance she can become pregnant—which is a blessing. Wayne enjoys sex with Abigail several times—and she quite fancies him, too. One Friday, Wayne finally gives Franklin his chess lesson, only to learn that Franklin has forgotten another appointment. He’s part of a group going to a college football game the next day, leaving his house at 7 a.m. Deanna is away on a weekend shopping trip, so Wayne volunteers to stay with 18-year-old Abigail for most of Saturday until Franklin returns from the football game. Franklin knows full well that Wayne and Abigail will spend most of Saturday doing “boom boom”—Abigail’s childish but endearing euphemism for sexual intercourse. Wayne serves as the narrator for this final installment.
Part One
I knew I was going to have a fabulous Saturday fucking beautiful but ditzy Abigail for most of the day while her stepdad was away at a football game. For some reason, I also had an unshakable inner feeling that this might be my last opportunity to screw this gorgeous sexpot. Therefore, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Instead of going home on Friday night, I had just stayed in Franklin’s guest room, accompanied by Abigail, who was thrilled that I was going to be her bedmate all night. We had fabulous sex, of course—culminating in perhaps my best orgasm ever. As usual, I ended up filling Abigail’s inviting pussy with warm jism. Not long afterwards, we cuddled up in the small bed and fell asleep. We both slept wonderfully and awoke quite refreshed at about 9 a.m. on Saturday. Franklin’s ride to the game had arrived at 7 o’clock so he was already long gone, leaving Abigail and me alone in the large house. It was going to be a marvelous day! My itinerary until Franklin returned was pretty basic: eating and fucking, with emphasis on the latter, of course.
Abigail insisted on making me breakfast, which was a cute and polite gesture. She was surprisingly a very good cook, and expertly made the two of us a batch of fluffy pancakes to enjoy. We did the dishes together, sort of. (I spent most of the time merrily groping Abigail’s fantastic body while she was standing at the kitchen sink.) “I like it when you touch me all over, Wayne!” was Abigail’s only comment.
I was busily fondling Abigail’s breasts and kissing the nape of her neck while she was drying the dishes. I mentioned to her that her stepfather had left me a $100 bill to treat her to a big meal at a restaurant later today. It would be her choice of where we went. Using Abigail’s favorite euphemisms, I did mention one important stipulation, “Before we leave this house to eat out somewhere, Abigail, I want to have at least five uninterrupted hours of boom-boom with you. I want to keep pounding away at your sexy kitty-kat with my pee-pee nonstop until it turns blue and falls off! What do think of that?”
“That can’t really happen, can it, Wayne?” Abigail asked me with a certain amount of alarm in her voice. “That would be an awful thing to happen to your pee-pee. I like it a lot, so I don’t want that to happen!”
“No, that can’t really happen, Abigail,” I assured her with a smile. “That was just a funny exaggeration. I wouldn’t want my pee-pee to fall off, either!”
Abigail seemed relieved by that news. “It’s my favorite body part of yours,” she told me. “I enjoy it when it’s hard and you put it inside me. I get a warm feeling running through my body when you do that Wayne—so please don’t let your pee-pee turn blue and fall off.”
“Okay!” I quickly promised her. “If I see that it’s starting to turn a shade of blue, I’ll stop fucking you immediately.”
Abigail pondered what I said for about half a minute. I could see the wheels turning inside her brain. She finally said, “Wayne, I don’t want that to happen, either! I love doing boom-boom with you, so just take it easy, please.”
“Hey, that’s exactly what your stepdad told me last night!” I informed her. “You two think alike.”
Part Two
As soon as the final breakfast dish was dried and put away, my itinerary began. I lifted Abigail off her feet and carried her back to the house’s guestroom. She had put her pajamas back on for breakfast, but I quickly removed them to gawk at her fabulous figure. I laid her gently on the narrow bed and I removed my briefs and trousers—the only clothing items I had donned since getting out of bed.
“Wayne, the bed in my bedroom is wider than this one,” Abigail informed me. “We can do boom-boom there, you know.” I hadn’t thought about that, but it led me to make a sexy proposal. I suggested a creative carnal idea. “Abigail, let’s try to do boom-boom in every room in the house today! We’ll get to your bedroom eventually, but we can start right here in the same place we did last night. Does that sound like fun to you, honey?”
“Yay! Boom-boom everywhere!” Abigail shouted with joy. I laughed at her total enthusiasm, but I also realized we’d likely have a lot of post-coital cleanup to do once we had finished! I tended to have messy orgasms—as did Abigail.
With that agenda established, I proceeded to give Abigail the roughest screwing I’d dished out since our first sexual encounter several weeks earlier. I started out somewhat gently by fingering Abigail’s pussy while I sucked on her tits. However, my lust soon got the better of me. I quickly mounted her and shoved my penis into her vagina without much subtlety at all. Basically, I gave Abigail a thorough fucking, driving my manhood in and out of her vagina with rapid thrusts.
Abigail was moaning louder than I’d ever heard her during our history of intercourse. It wasn’t from experiencing discomfort from my riding her roughly; it was rapturous noise. She was a pleased gal—and I was pleased that I was pleasing her.
“Oh, you’re such a great fuck, Abigail!” I told her sincerely. “I want to fire another huge load of semen into your sexy pussy! That’s what you were built for, my dear!”
Abigail’s guttural noises were largely incomprehensible to me, but I thought I heard her say, “Do it, Wayne!” I obliged. Seconds later, I let out a contented groan as I ejaculated inside my bedmate. It wasn’t as strong as the one I had given her the previous night, but it wasn’t too shabby at all. Abigall called it “great boom-boom.” I thanked her for the compliment and told her she was wholly responsible for my sexual arousal and performance. Franklin had been right, however. I was going to have to pace myself to make the most of the long day ahead of us.
I suggested a shower for two to cleanse our sweaty bodies. Abigail was also quite eager for that to occur. She turned washing my penis into a pleasant hand job. Under any other circumstances, I would have likely ejaculated, but I hadn’t recovered from having two large orgasms in about ten hours. My shower-mate giggled as I washed her private parts with a sponge, an activity that I enjoyed greatly. “A clean Abigail is a sexy Abigail!” I told her.
We got out of the shower, dried each other off, and sat on the couch and watched a TV program for a while. I have no recollection what it was. Maybe it was a local newscast. I was not paying the slightest attention to the person on the screen or the male voice coming from the TV set. I was fixated on Abigail, who looked extremely sexy with her wet hair. She was barely wearing a white, flannel bathrobe that clung to her shapely body. I just had to fondle her luscious breasts. I honestly could not help myself.
I feigned watching TV while I wrapped my arms around her torso, placed my hands inside her bathrobe, and felt her two mounds. It donned on me what a shame it was that Abigail was infertile. Of course, motherhood would have been a mighty challenge for someone with the mental capacity that Abigail was saddled with, but she was the epitome of femininity to me. Her entire body was gorgeous, from her curly blonde locks to her sexy little toes—and every sensual spot in between. It also occurred to me that if Abigail wanted to be a hooker, she could pretty much set any exorbitant price she wanted and there would be plenty of horny males happy to pay it.
“Wayne, I like it when you feel my boobies,” Abigail said to me to break a long silence. “It really makes me feel good when you touch them the way you do.”
“It makes me feel good, too!” I insisted. “I just love your sexy tits, Abigail. They are wonderful objects. I’ll never get tired of playing with them!” Fondling Abigail’s rack also helped with my recuperative powers. Within about half an hour, my penis was hard enough to resume sexual intercourse. As Abigail had suggested, we moved to her wider bed as our next screwing venue.
Although, at age 23, I wasn’t a whole lot older than Abigail, it was still more than a bit of a turn-on for me to be screwing an 18-year-old girl in her own bedroom. There was something taboo about it. Abigail seemed to be full of energy. She was much livelier than I was. She wanted to ride me cowgirl style and asked permission to do so. I was fully in favor of adopting that relaxing sexual position. At the moment, I didn’t want to expend any more energy than I had to.
Abigail’s bouncing and gyrations were wonderful to feel and witness. After about 20 minutes, I came again. I ejaculated entirely inside Abigail’s vagina, so I couldn’t see my handiwork. However, I could sense this time the volume of my cum shot was substandard—especially when I compared it to the massive first two blasts I had managed in the previous hours. I figured I’d likely be depleted of all sexual energy with one more passionate romp. This was truly disappointing to me. I was resigned to the fact that on this day my lascivious ambitions were going to exceed my sexual performance by a long shot.
I unexpectedly fell asleep with Abagail still on top of me. Abigail apparently did not go to sleep, but she did lovingly curl up beside me and embrace me while I slumbered. She really was a sweet, lovable girl. After about an hour, I slowly opened my eyes. Perhaps it was because Abigail was fondling the shaft of my penis with a purpose: She was trying to make it come to life. Her tugs were not exactly gentle ones.
“I think your pee-pee is tired out, Wayne,” she reported. “It doesn’t want to get hard right now.”
“You are quite right, Abigail,” I agreed. “We’ve done boom-boom three times in about half a day. All that activity can wear out a man—even a young fellow like I am—and even if he’s doing boom-boom with somebody as desirable as you are.”
We both agreed we’d take it easy for a while. We kissed and hugged for more than an hour. It occurred to me that Franklin’s $100 bill for sundry expenses would pay for a delightful outing to an upscale buffet restaurant—The Emperor’s Buffet. It was renowned locally. It featured about 300 selections of entrees and side orders, plus a special room full of rich desserts that were unquestionably fabulous. Abigail had only been to The Emperor’s Buffet once before, but she remembered it quite well. She approved of my choice of eatery.
“Maybe a good meal at the buffet will restore my pee-pee to its usual robust self,” I told her. I had to explain to her what the word “robust” meant. I wasn’t sure Abigail fully understood my definition, but she said, “I think it means having your pee-pee big enough and hard enough to make my kitty-kat tingle. I like it when you do that to me, Wayne!” I nodded and said she had the general idea.
Abigail got dressed up for the occasion. She looked quite stunning whenever she did that—and this was no exception. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a yellow blouse with a pleated black skirt. She also showed enough cleavage to interest every male in the restaurant who was over the age of 12. I could see their eyes following her as Abigail sashayed and jiggled her way through the vast selection of terrific entrees. As her date, I was definitely the envy of a few smitten customers.
I especially enjoyed the buffet’s huge roasts of prime beef while Abigail preferred eating a wide variety of pastas. When we both chose to sample the excellent cherry cheesecake to conclude our two meals, I joked that it was “a well-known fact” that this particular dessert made people horny. Abigail believed me. She immediately wolfed down her piece, got up from the table, and got four more slices—two for each of us.
“Maybe lots of cheesecake will help you get a stiff pee-pee again, Wayne,” she explained with a hopeful expression on her face. “I hope so, anyway!”
We took our time dining at the buffet; we hadn’t rushed our meals at all. We spent close to three hours eating and drinking to our hearts’ content. We got back to Abigail’s home sometime around 8 p.m. To my relief and delight, I was beginning to feel completely physically restored. Maybe I was unknowingly right about the positive effects of the cherry cheesecake at The Emperor’s Buffet!
Abigail and I did not wait too long before resuming our horizontal fun. Before resuming our intimate encounter, I did make a point of turning on the television long enough to see the day’s Big Ten college football scores. I saw that the game that Franklin had attended had been won by Michigan State, 30-6, so it was a bit one-sided. Abigail sat beside me on the couch, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks for taking me to the big buffet for dinner, Wayne! It was super excellent—especially the cheesecake,” she began. “You know something? I think it’s working. I’m a very horny girl! I want to do lots more boom-boom with you starting right now and right here!”
I told Abigail that her stepfather was really the one who had paid for dinner, but I enjoyed having her as my date because she was the sexiest girl in the whole restaurant and all the men were jealous of me. Then I added, “Yes, Abigail, it’s time for us to do more boom-boom—right here on the couch!”
We both promptly undressed. Abigail noticed I was sporting an erection. “Your pee-pee is okay now, Wayne!” she declared. “Give it to me hard like you did this morning in the guest room! I really liked that!”
Since Abigail was in the mood for rough sex and I was wielding a stiff rod, I happily told her that her wish was my command. I began with a missionary-style fuck where I was half-kneeling on the couch while I drove my dick into her vagina with a series of rapid thrusts. I stopped only occasionally to fondle her tremendous breasts which were jiggling sexily in front of me. After several minutes of that position, I decided I wanted to penetrate Abigail doggie-style. Accordingly, I flipped her over and re-entered her vagina balls deep. This time I was the one making most of the happy noises.
“This is fantastic, Abigail!” I declared. “Maybe you should move in with me so we can do boom-boom seven days a week.” I was being only partially serious, but those plans turned out to be short-lived. I could tell I was on the verge of a strong ejaculation when I heard the front door open. In walked Abigail’s mother Deanna and stepfather Franklin, one right after the other! I uttered one last, loud groan and shot my load into the blonde, 18-year-old beauty at the end of my dick. Within seconds, I was confronted by Deanna, who was understandably furious. She angrily ordered me to get dressed, leave her house immediately—and never return. Abigail was overwhelmed by it all and began to cry loudly. I glanced at Franklin. He shrugged his shoulders. I knew we’d be having a lengthy talk at work on Monday morning.
Part Three
Indeed, I heard nothing from Franklin all day on Sunday, but we did engage in a long discussion at the office on Monday about what had happened at his house on Saturday night. We waited until our lunch hour began before addressing Saturday’s awkward situation. Franklin, amusingly, had forgotten his lunch again. I suspect his mind was on what he was going to tell me.
He took a deep breath. Franklin coolly explained that his wife had cut short her shopping trip by a day because she had already overspent her budget. Purely by coincidence, she arrived home at almost the exact same time that Franklin did. She beat him by less thana minute. Franklin tried to get into the house before Deanna did to give me a warning, but his wife beat him there. Franklin’s ongoing sexual relationship with Abigail was not revealed. His wife incorrectly thought that my screwing Abigail was independent of anything that Franklin had been doing with her. Abigail had managed to remain quiet about it all. Anyway, I was persona non grata as far as Abigail’s mother was concerned. I was willing to accept that. “I’m going to miss screwing Abigail, though. She brings out the best in me sexually. Honestly, I had three of the best orgasms of my life on Friday and Saturday!” I informed Franklin proudly.
To my surprise (and relief), I was told by Franklin, “You don’t have to stop fucking my stepdaughter, Wayne. I’m still grateful for you not finking on me to Deanna when you first learned what I’d been doing with Abigail. I’m okay if you keep on enjoying yourself with Abigail. That’s fine with me. You just can’t fuck her at my house anymore. There are other options: I can bring Abigail here occasionally, or to your place, or maybe to a motel. I know Abigail wants to continue having sex with you on a regular basis. She told me so when I got a chance to speak with her alone on Sunday morning.”
We shook hands and Franklin quickly changed the subject. “Now let me tell you about my experiences at Saturday’s football game,” he said.
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