Chapter 6
"Then these people gave me a ride to where you picked me up," Lyn finished, lying next to Frank in the bed. They were both smoking, something Lyn rarely did. But retelling the story of her adventures and abuses had made her nervous.
Frank sat up and swung his feet off the bed. "Where're you going?" the girl asked.
"Into the other room," he answered. "I'll crash on the floor."
"No," she said, more sternly than she'd intended.
"Look," he said, turning to face her. "You've had a rough day, and you need a good night's sleep. You take the bed, I'll be all right on the floor."
"Why don't you sleep here, too?" Lyn asked.
"Because," he replied, "I might wake up a little and forget who you are or what you've just told me and screw you."
"I don't mind," she assured him. "Really.
"Actually," Lyn continued, "I don't care. I'm not a virgin any longer. It doesn't matter whether I get screwed now or not."
"Yes, it does," Frank retorted. "It's your body, and you ought to decide who you want to have it."
He started to rise, but she caught his arm.
"Please," she whispered. "Stay with me. I ... I'll have nightmares if I'm by myself."
In the dim light, he could still see her eyes imploring him, so he swung himself back into the bed and slid his arms around her. Lyn clung to him, trembling, her trim, youthful body vibrating against his. Despite himself, Frank wanted her more than he had when she'd first stripped and exhibited herself to him.
Lyn seemed to sense that. She rubbed her fingertips along his jaw, then tilted his head so she could kiss him. Frank was the only person who had treated her decently and she felt safe with him, although she didn't know why.
When her mouth met his again, his arms tightened around her a little. The extra pressure wasn't enough to scare her, or to cause any pain, but it was enough to press her firm, jaunty tits to his chest. He let her work her tongue across his lips for a moment or so, then eased his own tongue forward to meet hers.
Their tongues danced against each other's as he started caressing her back. Gradually, he was caressing her from her shoulders to the tips of her thighs. They were on their sides and Lyn lifted one leg and draped it over his hip, giving him complete access to her cunt if he wanted it. Something had told her, as soon as she'd seen the look in his eye after taking off her sweatshirt, that this man was going to be different than the others she'd encountered.
The way he was treating her body was certainly different than the way the others had treated it. Frank's fingertips brushed across her skin with a lightness that surprised her and made her tingle. Before long, she was trembling even harder against him and her mouth had become more demanding against his. Her tongue had forced his to retreat and followed it and the two tongues were now writhing against his deep in the recesses of his mouth. This kiss was more like those she had been used to bestowing than any she'd had all day.
There was still one difference between the way she was kissing Frank and the way she'd kissed other males with this intensity. When she had kissed other males, boys really, this way, they had usually been rubbing her cunt. Since she had started telling Frank what had happened to her, he had done nothing but caress her back, ass and the backs of her thighs.
Now he was changing that. But he wasn't reaching for her cunt, to her surprise. Instead, his fingers slithered over the inner surfaces of her thighs, stroking and caressing her until she moaned into his mouth and tore an arm from around him to reach for his cock.
Frank gasped as her fingers curled around the stiff barrel of his cock. "You that turned on?" he whispered as he moved his mouth to her throat. "Or do you just want to get it over with?"
It wasn't a reproach, and Lyn didn't take it that way, but she released his cock and slid her hand over his flat belly and chest. "You take all the time you want," she whispered to him as she ran the fingers of her other hand through his hair.
"I was planning to," he assured her. Still, he wormed his arm out from under her and moved the hand to her ripe tits. Again, he used just his fingertips, but it wasn't long before he had her nipples hard and rising.
The way Frank was stroking her was causing her pussy to grow wetter by the moment. Frank was playing with her with more skill and finesse than anyone had ever shown, and Lyn groaned as she pulled his mouth up to fasten her lips to his once more.
His fingertips closed around a stiffened nipple and rolled it gently about at the end of her lush tit. Lyn shivered and drove her tongue into his mouth, slipping it around his as artfully as she could. Slowly, Frank brought his other hand up from her thighs to begin manipulating both of her nipples.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Lyn sighed as his mouth left hers again.
This time, he shifted and brought his hot lips to the heaving mounds of her tits. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she tried to direct his mouth to the stiff tips of her tits. Frank had other ideas, however, and, after flicking his tongue against the flinty spear, he continued working it against the rest of the firm mound.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" Lyn moaned, turning slight-ly and throwing the leg that had been draped over him to the other side of the bed.
She arched her body, tilting her pelvis to make her cunt completely accessible to his fingers. But Frank wasn't ready to take his hands from her tits. He held them gently, squeezing them so lightly that the pressure was almost unnoticeable. Lyn knew he was doing it, though, and she loved the feel.
This was how sex should be, she told herself as he licked at the deep cleavage between her quivering tits. Something that made your knees feel watery.
When she caught his cock this time, it was a signal to him that she wanted him to touch her more intimately. He grinned at her as he lifted his head, then he ducked it and closed his lips around a hard nipple. As he did so, he slid a hand over her rippling belly and into her wet crotch.
Lyn gasped with delight when his fingers knowingly went directly to her clit. The tiny bud had already swollen and expanded from its hiding place, but Frank's touch was so sure she knew the clit would expand even farther, that it would reach full erectness. And soon. That was unusual. Sometimes, when she'd been in a particularly heavy petting session, her clitoris had reached full erection after she had cum once and her date had continued to caress her twat. But to the best of her recollection, she had never had it expand to its limits without cumming first.
Her hand was still around his stiff cock, but she wasn't jerking on it the way she would have done with a boy. For one thing, he was no boy. For another thing, Lyn knew she was going to have his cock inside of her cunt before the night was over and she was discovering that she wanted that. Therefore, she didn't want to risk having his cock go limp, as cocks-the cocks that she was familiar with at least-were apt to do after the male had cum. She scratched lightly at the underside of his cock and writhed under his expert mouth and knowing fingers.
"HHHhhhheeeee!" she hissed as Frank sucked more of her tit into his mouth and prodded her throbbing nipple with his tongue.
He was strumming his finger against her clit while rubbing the rest of his hand against her wet pussy. Lyn's ass began to grind against the mattress and her knees lifted a little as she prepared, instinctively, to welcome him into her twat.
So close, she thought, I'm so close to cumming. Ohhhhhh, make me cum, Frank, please, make me cum. Make me cum and then fuck me!
She would not, she knew, mind if he were to start fucking her right away. But she hoped he'd bring her off with his finger first. In the past few weeks, more and more often, after her dates had fingered her until she'd burst into orgasm, she'd wondered what it would be like to have them stick their cocks into her cunt. Well, now she knew what it was like to be fucked, but she still wondered if the same feeling of desire to have her twat filled would flower in her upon completion of a good frigging.
His finger was curling around her clit, stroking and nudging it in a way that had her hips rising and falling. Her breath whistled through her nostrils and she dug her nails into the muscles of his arm as he flicked his finger faster against her swollen clit.
"Ooooohhhhh! OOOOOHHHHH!" the teenager cried as she started cumming.
Her ass snapped into the air and her thighs trembled violently as he made her cum stronger than anyone ever had in her life. She pulled his mouth up and kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth salaciously as he shifted on the bed until his knees were between her spread thighs.
To her surprise, he made no move to fuck her. His fingers continued to work against her pussy and he pulled his mouth from hers and returned it to her tits, circling the unattended nipple with his tongue. But her tit didn't receive his oral attention for long.
Before Lyn quite knew what he was planning, he had rocked back to rest his ass against his heels and his hands were going under her squirming ass, lifting her midsection into the air. Then his mouth was on her engorged cunt-lips and Lyn shuddered as he sucked at her heated gash while his thumbs brushed the swollen flesh of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lyn moaned as Frank nuzzled his face in her crotch. "OOOOoooohhhh! Eat me, Frank! EEEEEAT MEEEEEE!"
His tongue slithered between the puffy lips of her snatch. The tip of his tongue slithered over her erect clit and Lyn jammed her cunt tighter to his face.
"OOOOOOOH!" she squealed as a man's tongue probed the interior of her pussy for the first time. None of, the boys she'd ever dated had even suggested that they'd have been willing to lick her cunt. If they had, she might have given in to their pleas that she suck their cocks.
Frank's tongue moved up and down the slick length of her cuntal furrow as his hands kneaded the resilient flesh of her bottom. Lyn strained to hold her thighs apart so he could eat her cunt with greater ease.
"Good," she mumbled, "sooooo gooooo-dddddd!"
His tongue curled around her clit, sending a new burst of sensation coursing through the fifteen-year-old girl. She rubbed her hot, drooling snatch against his face as he licked and kissed at her pussy. Now she knew that she was going to want him to fuck her; the way he was making her feel was so great that she wouldn't be able to stand it if he didn't fill her tender twat with his stiff cock.
He nipped at her clit with his teeth, not really biting, but letting her feel the pressure of his teeth. Her ass wiggled in his big hands and she tugged his face closer to her heated pussy as she drew her feet up until they were flat on the bed.
"AAAaaahhh!" Lyn moaned as he sucked eagerly at her swollen clit. Her whole awareness was centered in her crotch and she felt sexier than she ever had in her life. Even the first boy who'd finger-fucked her hadn't caused such turmoil within her body and mind. At the moment, she was on the verge of being enslaved by this man who was licking and sucking her clit while massaging her trim ass.
If you keep that up, she told him silently, I'll do any thing you want. Anything!
It appeared as if he were going to keep it up. He sucked in a whole mouthful of her upper snatch-clit, cuntlips and all-then worked his tongue against the soggy flesh. Lyn's head rolled back and forth on the pillow and her thighs came together against his head.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned as he pulled her hot cunt-flesh deeper into his lewdly sucking mouth.
Somehow, he managed to get a thumb into her twat. It rode in and out, frigging her knowingly as he ate her cunt. Lyn's eyes were squeezed shut and she gasped and moaned as he continued to work his mouth against her gushing cunt.
Slowly, he pressed her legs back over her body, then raised her ass higher into the air. All of her weight was resting on her shoulders, but she didn't care. She was too engrossed in what he was doing and what he was going to do.
What he did was slide his mouth along the hot wetness of her snatch until his mouth was over the dilated opening of her cunt. Then his tongue was driving into her hole, thrusting into her twat as if it were a cock.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!" Lyn cried as Frank began fucking her with his tongue. She squirmed and rubbed her cunt against his face as he flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, sliding it as deep into her fuck-hole as he could, then swishing it around inside the recently abused channel. Lyn sobbed with ecstasy as he tongue-fucked her twat.
Suddenly, she could stand it no longer. She needed to have the emptiness in the depth of her twat filled, and the only thing that would fill her was his cock.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Oooohhhhh, Frank! I need it, I need it! Give me your cock. Please! OHHHHHH! FUCKKKKK MEEEE! FUUUCCC-KKKMEEEE!"
He lowered her ass to the bed and levered himself over her. She didn't care that his face was coated with the juice that had oozed out of her twat. As he lowered himself to her trembling body, her tongue licked at his face.
The head of his cock pressed between her cunt-lips and skidded along the wet channel of her snatch. Then it was lodging itself at the mouth of her cunt. Lyn snorted and pushed upward, trying to get his cock into her fuck-hole.
"Are you sure?" Frank whispered, drawing back from her to keep just the head of his cock against her gash.
"Yes!" she almost sobbed. Her nails dug into his arms again. "Ohhhhh, yessssss! I want it!"
He let his cock move forward. Lyn gasped and heaved her ass up hard to meet him as his massive cock started to intrude into her twat. Her hips tossed from side to side, for she wanted all of his prick in her as fast as she could get it there.
Frank seemed to sense how desperate she was. A sudden lunge buried his cock in her pussy and Lyn shuddered hard as the spongy knob slammed against the opening of her cervix.
"HHHHHHAAAAA!" the girl cried out joyously as her twat was stretched and filled in a manner more delicious than she had imagined it could be.
Frank sealed her mouth with his and thrust his tongue forward. Lyn immediately commenced to suck on it as he lowered himself to her writhing body. He managed to get his hands between their bodies and closed them over her tits in a way that let her nipples protrude between his fingers. As he flexed his hands, her erect nipples were squeezed, sending burst after burst of sensation coursing through her youthful body.
Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her twat until only the bulbous head was lodged within her box. Lyn ground her ass against the firm mattress as Frank withdrew, then heaved her hips upward as she felt him slide his cock back into her hole.
When his cock was fully embedded in her cunt again, Frank ground his loins against hers, pressing her clit with his pelvic bone. He knew he was getting to her by the extra suction she put on his tongue at that moment.
Keeping himself under control, which was difficult since it had been years since he'd had his cock in such a tight cunt, Frank sawed the massive shaft in and out of Lyn's twat. For a girl who had lost her cherry less than twenty-four hours earlier, and under such circumstances as Lyn had lost hers, it was a remarkably astonishing response he was getting from her. Each time his cock started to move into her twat, she hunched her cunt up to meet him, and she twisted her hips about as she ground her trim ass into the mattress as he slid his prick back out of her hole.
Despite the tightness of her twat, Frank had no trouble stroking his cock in and out of her hole. The two cums he'd given her had wetted her snatch sufficiently that she could accept his dick without difficulty, and she did so. Indeed, she was accepting his cock with delirious rapture, glorying in the fact that she was actually fucking and enjoying it.
Her hands slid up and down his back, caressing him as she twisted her hips from side to side while he ran his cock in and out of her lush, teenage box. Lyn was getting wetter and wetter by the second and, before long, each sawing motion of his cock was accompanied by a squishy sound.
She twisted her mouth free from his and turned her head to the side in order to breathe. Frank licked at her ear, making her shudder harder under him.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as her ass heaved up to meet his inward-driving cock again. "I like fucking you," she whispered.
"I'm kind of enjoying this myself," he replied.
Her legs, of their own volition, rose and wrapped themselves around him, forcing his prick a little deeper into her pussy. Lyn was learning that a good fuck, under the right circumstances, was even better than she had imagined it could be. I'm going to want more of this, she told herself. After I find Uncle Wayne, I'm going to keep in touch with Frank. I like fucking him.
He worked his hands out from between their bodies and eased them under her, then flexed them against the resilient mounds of her trim ass as he worked his cock in and out of her clinging twat. Lyn rubbed her hard-tipped tits against his chest and moaned lustily as he stroked in and out of her cunt, each thrust bringing her closer to another gut-wrenching cum. This cum would be the best she ever had, she told herself assuredly. Already, she could feel the familiar stirrings in her cunt that signaled she was about to climax.
When it hit her, she sank her teeth into his arm to prevent herself from screaming, so good did the cum feel. Her twat clutched at his cock, tightening and loosening around it as the spasm pulsated down the length of her cunt-hole.
The feeling was more than Frank could endure. Even before the first wave of her cum had passed, he was jetting his hot jism into her pussy, his massive cock jumping about in the tightness of her twat as he spurted the hot gobs of sperm into her.
Lyn shuddered and snorted. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her nostrils flared out even more. She had never come like this before. Not so hard, or so good.
She went limp under him, her body shuddering fitfully from time to time. Frank was heavy upon her, but when he tried to move away from her, she refused to let him go. Her arms and legs held him in place until long after his cock had gone limp and slipped out of her twat. Even then, when he rolled to his side, she turned with him, keeping her sweaty body pressed tightly to his.
"Thank you. Ohhhhh, thank you," she whispered. "I'm so glad that I can still enjoy it after all that happened."
He cradled her in one arm and stroked her body with his other hand. She was still holding him when they went to sleep.