Chapter 2
Frank Larkin woke up the next morning and discovered that he just couldn't get on track. Everything seemed confused and up in the air, as if a new element had entered his life. It was nothing he could pin down or specify but he knew that something had changed in his life.
He went to work at the usual time and found his span of concentration practically nil. He walked through the day like a robot, just waiting to be alone again so that he could think over what had happened to him. An obscure but very real feeling of terror ached in his mind.
Finally, the day was over and he walked slowly home to consider his plight. A few drinks helped to relax him and to release his mind from its inhibitions. Soon the answer dawned on him, although it took the unhappy man quite a while before he could force himself to accept it.
He had enjoyed his bout with Jennifer as much or more than anything he had ever done in his life. Enjoyment was a weak word though. He was obsessed by the idea of young girls, mad with desire to repeat the experience. Somehow he would have to find another available female, preferably younger and less experienced than Jennifer.
It was not a comforting thought but there was no way Frank could hide from it once it had been articulated. He realized that he was a perverted man, a misfit whose desires were not those of ordinary people. It was a hard fact for him to accept.
Frank shook his head in disbelief and tried to tell himself that it was all a mistake, a product of all those months of frustration and sexual denial. But he could not hide from himself the fact that he still craved young girls, wanted one in his bed more than he had ever wanted anything before.
He thought back and tried to find some incident in his life that may have warped him in that direction. There was nothing obvious but men he thought back and dimly remembered a girl and a time that had haunted his dreams in one form or another since the days of his youth.
He had been thirteen, perhaps a few months younger. His father was gone already and he and Mother were making a go of it alone. Things weren't too bad at all, even if he was the only kid on the block without a father, his mother's undivided attention was adequate compensation for the loss of the male parent.
Everything had gone well until he had come down with bronchitis. Then they had had to leave the city for a while. At first they had just motored out to the country but the infection had refused to abate. Strong measures and warmer weather were the order of the day.
They had headed to Florida, to Miami specifically. There they had settled into a resident hotel and there his first love affair had begun. Only now did its details begin to enter his mind, hesitantly at first but then with ever greater clarity.
Things hadn't gone too badly at first. Miami was a good city for a boy to run around in. It was good for his mother too and Frank actually blushed as he remembered the unfortunate occasion when he had walked in on her while she was busy entertaining her latest lover.
The two of them had been stark naked and although Frank had blocked out the scene immediately, he always had it in the back of his mind. Even now he could picture his mother standing on her knees, with a huge red angry-looking prick pounding into her rouged mouth.
Frank had run out of the room, not to return until hours later. His mother had done everything to soothe him, using her familiar blend of charm and cajolery. She had finally advised him to go out and get a girl friend of his own and the literal-minded boy had taken her up on her word at the first possible opportunity.
The days in Miami were long and boring. It was fun to walk around the town and look at the dirty postcards and magazines, but beyond that there was little he found of interest. Even the children of his own age failed to fascinate him, dull and clean as they were.
He had taken to roaming the beach, just strolling along the shoreline until he had gone out of sight of the lifeguards. Then he would take off his bathing suit and grab a swim in solitary splendor, the sun reflecting brilliantly off his bronzed young shoulders.
Two weeks had passed in this manner, with little accomplished except in a negative sense. His mother continued to spend time with her lover and Frank grew further alienated from her and the rest of the adult world. He knew even then that he was seeking something else.
The walks on the beach became more and more the focal point of Frank's life. He knew that something would come of those solitary explorations and one day his frustrations were finally ended. He found the thing that he had been seeking for so long.
He had walked a little further than usual along the beach and was at the point of stripping to go into the water. He heard a sound, faint and distant, but definitely emanating from the ocean. He scanned the surface with his youthful eyes and finally found the point of origin.
It was a human voice, coming from a person who was drowning way out where the waves become rough. Frank didn't hesitate to remove his clothing and jump in to rescue the unknown party. It was the kind of adventure he had been fantasizing about since arriving in Florida.
Fortunately for both of them, Frank was an excellent swimmer. Still, this was a little beyond his limits and the boy was almost tempted to turn back for shore. He knew however, that no lifeguard would get there on time, that the person would die without his assistance. That alone was enough to make him persevere.
Frank put his head down and swam out to the victim, soon discovering that it was a girl. He saw that she was still conscious and even calm, suffering from a cramp in her thigh that had put her out of commission. It might not be too hard to get her back to shore.
Not a word passed between the youngsters and Frank was glad of it. He hardly got a look at the girl but knew that they were fated to be together. By rescuing her from the ocean he had gained certain rights, rights related to what he had seen happen between his mother and her lover.
He hooked his arm under hers and dragged the girl to shore so that she floated comfortably in transit. In a few minutes the tide carried them to shore and the girl sat down to catch her breath. She was able to walk and talk but not much else for a few minutes.
"That wasn't a very smart thing to do," Frank began, addressing her when the girl had finally caught her breath. "What were you doing here? What's your name?"
"I'm Martha Oates," the girl announced. "I swim here all the time. Today I got a cramp in my arm and leg at the same time. I guess I would have drowned."
"You sure would have," Frank answered with no pretense of modesty. "It's a good thing for you that I walk this way every day. You must have just come here."
"That's right," Martha agreed. "We're only staying for a week this year, as Daddy has to go back to work."
The conversation dragged on only for a few minutes. Martha noticed that Frank was naked but found that it did not embarrass her at all. A strange understanding had grown up between them and it was only a matter of time before they consummated their unexpected union.
Frank found out that Martha came from a rich New England family, had the kind of parents who would have refused to let him see her under ordinary circumstances. He laughed at that piece of information as he could tell that Martha was not in agreement with their principles.
Frank decided to stop wasting time. Little as he knew about sex, it was obvious to him that he had been presented with a rare opportunity. He had saved the life of a girl who seemed as curious and bold as she was rich and attractive. He would have been a fool to let her go.
Martha was really something to see. She was about the same age as Frank and like him had developed more quickly than most pre-adolescents. She was a slender blonde with the body of a woman. Her tits jutted provocatively out of her low-cut bikini bathing suit and her legs were long and shapely, with a patina of blonde down that made Frank's mouth water as he thought of touching her.
He leaned over the girl and kissed her shyly on the lips. Martha returned the pressure immediately, opening her mouth wide and sucking in his tongue. Frank found the sensation completely satisfying and then decided to explore her magnificent young body.
He lay side by side with Martha and let his hands wander to her tits. She sighed with anticipation and wasted no time in removing the top half of her bathing suit. The rest of it was soon to follow and in a few minutes both young lovers regarded each other unhampered by a stitch of clothing.
Frank realized that he was with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life. Martha was in a class of her own, nothing like the town sluts who had given him his earliest sexual training. This time sex would be a pleasure rather than an ugly trial.
Martha looked over at him, silently inviting Frank to do whatever he wished to her body. He ran his hands all over her tits, stopping only when her pretty pink nipples had turned hard and red and puckered. Then the horny lad turned his attention to her cunt.
He stroked the blonde pubic hair for a few minutes and then made an accidental discovery that was to stand him in good stead. His fingers came into contact with Martha's clitoris and he began to stroke and pinch the tiny pink organ until it had filled with blood and swollen to twice it normal size, to the tune of Martha's amorous sighs.
"That feels funny," she panted. "Keep doing it to me. Do it with your tongue too. Kiss me there."
Frank was quick to oblige the young beauty. His prick was hard as a rock but something told him to delay his own gratification until he had pleased his partner. That way she would be able to deny him nothing, would be forced to pander to his every desire.
He lowered his head to the soft triangle and sought out the tiny organ with his tongue. It was rather easy to locate and he soon discovered just how easy it was to turn on a woman. All he had to do was lick and bite at the thing and it would cause her to breathe hard and beg for more.
Frank soon tired of working on the little organ and wasted no time in shoving his tongue into Martha's sweet virgin cunt. Her labia were already dripping wet but he found the taste delicious and stimulating. Before he knew it he was ready to shoot his load.
Frank had hardly noticed his own prick. He had been far too busy catering to Martha's needs but his body had operated on its own and now he was ready to come. His prick had been brushing against her midsection and it suddenly exploded all over her, covering Martha with a sticky film of the hot frothing viscous fluid.
She reached down to feel the stuff and transferred it to her fingers. She than tasted a few drops of the stuff giving her lover an idea that he was to make use of soon afterward. For the moment, he contineud to work on her cunt, his passion temporarily abated.
"That's it," she told him. "Stick your tongue in as far as it goes. That feels so fucking good."
Frank followed his mistress' orders to the letter. He shifted his position slightly so that he was lying on top of her, his hands parting her shapely thighs and his tongue on a level with her cunt. One hand was placed under her buttocks, making it even easier to get his tongue in.
He licked her cunt slowly and carefully, not really knowing in advance what would please her. He could see that Martha was sweating profusely in the hot sun. Her face was red and her eyes were closed. She looked just as his mother had looked that time.
Martha began to move her body, wiggling her slender ass in the sand and picking up her pelvis so that Frank's tongue would go deeper into her twat. She kept it up for a few minutes and then felt her limbs stiffen in anticipation of her first orgasm.
Frank could tell that something was happening but had no idea as to its nature. He could see that she was about to come but his knowledge of sex was so limited that it did not make sense to him to put it that way. He would have to wait and see what happened to her.
He had not long to wait. Martha bucked her pelvis forward one last time and then felt her arms and legs relax as all her sensations were suddenly centered in her cunt. Her pussy opened and closed around the hot tongue that was probing it and then she felt a rush of fluid pass out of her body and into her lover's mouth.
Frank drank down her juices greedily, finding it the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He continued to lick at her pussy for a few minutes but then stopped as he realized that he was irritating the sensitive tissues. It was time for him to think about his own desires.
"That was really nice," Martha announced. "I've never done anything like it before. Let me do something to you. I promise I'll be nice."
"Go ahead," Frank told her. "Why don't you kiss it like I did to your thing."
Martha looked down at his prick and was disappointed to see that it had lost its thickness and rigidity. She reached out to touch it and soon discovered that the pressure of her soft hands was enough to stimulate the big thing, get it back into the state she preferred.
She ran her fingers all over the new plaything, pulling the loose skin of the collar over the head and then back again until it had become too taut to manipulate. Then she reached down for his balls, fondling them gently in her soft hands until his prick was completely hard.
It was the first time the young girl had ever touched a man's prick and she was determined to make the most of her opportunity. Her youthful face took on an expression of deep solemnity as she rubbed his prick between her palms. Then she knew what she had to do in order to repay Frank for the good time he had shown her.
Frank sat op slightly and Martha lowered her head right onto his throbbing prick. First she just pressed her lips against the hot hard member but then decided to go all the way with him. It was far too late for her to back out and she might as well do things right.
She parted her lips slightly and let the heavy weapon press against her teeth. Then she opened her mouth completely and took it in as far as she could. The big i .ick disappeared into her mouth and then she ad to relinquish the last few inches in order to avoid choking.
Frank watched her with great interest as Martha learned about his prick. Some of the things she was doing to him hurt but it hardly mattered. It was all in all the most pleasurable sensation he had ever experienced, something that was to alter the course of his life.
Martha took as much of the big thing into her mouth as she could and sucked at it gently, trying every possible combination of lips, teeth and tongue. The taste didn't bother her at all and she found herself eager to bring him to orgasm as he had done to her.
Frank would have come long since, but for the orgasm he had had already. This time it was to take a little longer, which was all to the good as far as both children were concerned. They both knew that they had found something important and the more they learned about it the better. They might well never meet again.
Martha shifted her position slightly so that she was facing Frank almost directly. It allowed him to watch her as she sucked his cock, admiring the way the big thing deformed her pretty lips. It made it twice as stimulating to watch it go into her clinging mouth.
Martha found her jaw to be aching slightly. She spit out the big prick momentarily and decided to continue her exploration of her lover's balls. She licked them at first and then took them in her hands and slowly stuffed the hairy globes into her mouth.
It was hard to get both balls into her mouth but Martha was determined to succeed. Soon she had done it and handled them gently until the hairs began to tickle her palate. She spit out the testicles only after they were completely covered with a film of her warm saliva.
Then she knew that it was time to take his prick back into her mouth. She reached out for it and found that it had become so hard that she could barely handle it. She stuffed it back into her mouth and began to suck at it again, this time with far more passion, as she was becoming impatient to taste her lover's come.
Frank was more than happy to oblige her. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls exploding just as they did when he jerked off. The come shot out of his prick and into her mouth with a force that practically choked the inexperienced beauty.
Frank had come more than was usual for him and Martha found it almost impossible to get it all down. It filled her mouth beyond capacity and leaked out again, running down her chin to form a sticky puddle between her magnificent heaving tits.
She relished the taste of the come however, finding that it made her ready for even more sex. She looked at Frank and saw that he was as confused as she was. Both children were on unfamiliar ground and neither could take advantage of the other. It was a perfect arrangement.
"We ought to go all the way," Frank suggested. "You know, fuck like older people do."
"I don't know," Martha answered. "My sister says it's dangerous. I don't think I want to do it."
"You'd do it if you loved me," he answered. "If you were grateful because I saved your life."
"All right, I will," Martha answered. "But not today. I have to get home soon. We'll meet right here at eight o'clock if you can make it."
"I can make it all right," Frank answered. "You don't really have to go home now, do you?"
It was soon decided that there was really no hurry for Martha to get back to her family. She would have to go soon but they had another half hour to spend together. Frank knew just what he wanted to do with the time and wasted no time in telling Martha.
Frank suggested that they sixty-nine. He didn't use such words of course, resorting to circumlocutions that were as effective as they were convoluted. Martha was delighted with the idea and arranged her body immediately so that they could finish up before she had to leave.
She lay on her side and Frank emulated the position immediately, reaching out with his hands and opening her legs for the entrance of his tongue. It was even easier for her to get his prick back into her mouth. After a few sessions of adjusting their young muscular bodies the two lovers were ready to begin.
Frank slid his tongue into the breach and ate out the charming girl until his mouth was once again full of her sweet pussy juice. On her part, Martha almost ignored his attentions, sucking at his prick with real violence, determined to get another taste of his sperm.
Frank ran his hands all over her body, shifting his position so that he was lying directly on top of her with their positions reversed. His prick was soon buried in her throat and the poor girl almost vomited before adjusting to the deeper penetration.
She clung to him, wrapping her soft hands around his ass in an effort to control his frantic plunging movements. Then she finally noticed the sensation of lust in her own sexual organ and was able to ignore the pain and discomfort completely, once and for all.
She felt the same fire in her limbs but this time it was slower and far more intense. It wracked her limbs continuously and there was nothing she could do to get away from the painful and stimulating sensation. She knew that she would be in limbo until he made her come.
For his part, Frank was completely adjusted to their new position. He was able to give pleasure as he received it although he knew that he would be the first to come. Already his prick was throbbing dangerously, the veins bulging and longing for release.
He shoved his prick all the way into her mouth, curious to see if Martha could swallow it to the hilt. She seemed to sense that he was testing her and opened her throat wide in a futile effort to do his bidding. She got half of his prick in but then had to abandon the effort.
Frank shrugged his shoulders and had his first intuition that sex would not always be satisfying. He forgot all about that cynical thought with the onset of his orgasm, which took him practically unawares.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt it explode in Martha's mouth. It shot straight into her and then the come rocketed in, pinning her to the sand. She made loud gulping noises in her throat and this time managed to down every drop of the salty fluid. Then she was able to think about celebrating her own orgasm.
It took a few minutes for Martha to get on track after swallowing her lover's come. She exulted in the salty taste and felt rather proud that she had been able to please a man with so little effort or pain. It would be very different when she had to yield her virginity.
Finally she was able to concentrate on her own body. It was obvious to the intelligent young girl that she was about to have another orgasm, hopefully a mirror image of the first. She began to move her hips and thighs, trying desperately to get it over with.
She felt the same wave of fire pass through her limbs and knew that it would be upon her in seconds. She closed her eyes and tried to analyze the unfamiliar sensation, trying to understand it as it was overwhelming her. As might be expected, she was to have little success.
Before she knew what was happening, the fire had entered her every pore. She moved compulsively, thrashing in the sand like a snake. Then her cunt began to contract around the tongue that was bathing it in saliva and she was at last able to empty her cunt of its virgin fluids. After that, her release was finally achieved.
The two youngsters sat up to look at each other, afraid to break the spell with speech. Both realized that they had plumbed the depths of a mystery they would never really solve. The next step was too obvious to bear repeating. Their meeting was an established fact.
The next night came all too slowly but Frank had to admit that he had enjoyed his day of anticipation. He had been able to think things over more coolly and had decided that he was a lucky boy to have found a piece of ass like Martha, a girl who put out for him like that.
In other words, his inherited and absorbed prejudices had already begun to eat into his mind. One side of him was still mystical and abstract, but another part ridiculed that aspect and forced him to see sex in terms that had been imposed on him in a way he did not understand.
This dichotomy of feeling was to cause all sorts of mischief in his life. On the one hand he was completely susceptible to sex in all its variations. On the other he could not accept sex as anything but evil, something to be done in the dark with minimal emotional investment.
At that age, the mystical side prevailed, especially as the assignation drew near. He rushed through his supper, responding to his mother's questions with an exaggerated and grotesque enthusiasm. Mrs. Larkin was intelligent enough to see that something was in the air. She was indifferent enough to ignore it completely.
She felt that anything her son did was more than justified by the circumstances of his upbringing. It was not for her to judge him, especially as he had always shown the ability to stay out of trouble on his own. It was good that he was not a burden to her.
Frank left his mother and hurried to his room before leaving for the beach. He threw a flashlight and blanket into his bag and then added a swimsuit as an afterthought. Finally he went to look at himself in the mirror, for reasons he could not begin to comprehend.
He stared into his own eyes until practically hypnotized and then drew back in confusion. His mind was a whirl of sexual fantasies and remembrances, an inchoate realm of blending swirling unity. He hurried out of the room and down the staircase, determined to go to his tryst before his nerve failed him.
He ran all the way down to the assigned meeting place and found that Martha had arrived first. Her eyes were shining in the moonlight and she was a bit frightened at first. It took a few seconds for Frank to gather the courage to sit down with her.
The two children engaged in idle conversation for a few minutes and then decided to get down to business. Both had but one thing in mind, the simple physical performance of the sex act, with whatever it might entail. There was no turning back for either of them.
Frank found that his cynicism had vanished. He was helpless before this girl who seemed to be able to look into the darkest corners of his mind. His lust for her had passed the physical.
Their union would be the guiding miracle of his life as soon as it was consummated.
He took Martha in his arms and kissed her at length, still afraid to take her virginity. She too was not quite ready for that and decided to satisfy him first in a way that would delay the event. She dropped to her knees before him and began to unbutton Frank's fly.
He helped her open the garment and then shoved his already stiff prick into her mouth. Martha sucked it avidly and it was soon in a state of full erection. Frank smiled down at the girl, his nervousness vanishing as he felt his body stirring with lustful desire.
As she was sucking on his cock, Frank removed his shirt and as much of the rest of his clothing as he could. Martha followed his example and soon they were practically naked. It was another way to ease themselves into the physical reality of what they both desired.
Martha concentrated on bringing her lover to orgasm. At the first taste of his prick she had realized that she was no longer scared to give him her virginity. Now it was almost frustrating to have to kneel there sucking his cock, waiting to swallow his come.
Frank felt the same impatience, but it was mitigated by the pleasure she was giving him. He reflected that the girl really did know how to suck cock. He could not hold out long when she did that to him, which was just as well when their desires coincided that closely. As soon as he finished he would be able to fuck her.
Martha gave it everything she had, using all the caresses and techniques she had learned the previous day. Soon she could tell that he was ready to come. His veins were throbbing noticeably and she could almost taste the preliminary drop of come that was rising to the tip of his prick.
Frank gathered his strength and then finally shot his load. The come shot out of him into the back of her throat. Martha found that it was far easier to suck a man off in that position, humiliating as it had seemed at first. Now she was ready for stronger medicine.
"Let's do it now," Frank suggested quietly.