Copyright © 1997, DoctorP. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@airmail.net. FRANCIS -- Part 3 -- A love story by DoctorP. I was back again on the first Monday of December. It was a sunny day and I had gotten the afternoon off. I was there before Francis came home from school though her mother had already left for work. When she saw me, the most angelic smile came over her face. It was as if her whole body lit up. She ran to me, pulled me down to her and covered my face with kisses. I ended up lying on my back in her front room reveling in her frantic hugs and kisses. My hands reached under her school uniform skirt and stroked her inner thigh. She raised up to remove her panties. Pushing her hand back, I said "No, not now," I said, "I want to undress you myself." "Yes," she said, "and I can undress you." She definitely had a build-in sense of the erotic. She went back to my mouth and inserted the tip of her tongue. Delicately, she probed, then withdrew and probed again. Over and over her little tongue stroked into me. If a mouth could have an orgasm, mine would have gushed gallons. She stopped and began to talk. "I rubbed myself at midnight every night and thought of you." "So, did I," I confided. "I really, really, really, loved the things we did. Especially when you licked my pee and then kissed my mouth. That was the most fun." Right then I knew that she had some terminology to learn. So, we began to talk about our bodies. She wanted to know every term for everything. We talked about breasts and nipples and titties and knockers and penises and cocks and pussies and vulvas and vaginas and cunts and cherries. I don't think any of the four-letter words were new to her but some of the medical terms were. She looked into my eyes, pressed her mound against me and asked, "Are we going to fuck?" "Oh Francie, I want to more than anything. But you are only twelve years old. You remember how we talked about a girl's hymen getting broken. It hurts her the first time and it makes her pussy bleed a little bit. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe we should wait." "OK," she said somewhat hesitantly. "But, I think twelve is old enough. If girls used to get married when they were twelve they must have had their cherries popped. And if it only hurts the first time that wouldn't be so bad." Her logic was good, but I was scared. "Let's think about it", I said. In the meantime we are having fun and I know we can have a lot more. Is that OK?" She replied with her new vocabulary. "Are you going to eat my pussy tonight?" "You bet I am," I said, reaching up and tickling her. "But first, I have to see it. So let's get some clothes off you. The setting sun was streaming a single beam through a side living room window. I pulled a low coffee table over to the beam. She knew what I had in mind and stepped up on it. Facing the window, the sunlight made a red spotlight on her. I playfully pinched her nipples then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Reaching behind, I removed her bra. Once again, I very gently pinched her nipples and stroked both breasts. "I love your titties. I love their curves. I love the little cones they make especially when you are on top of me. They are so nice to suck. Some day they will be big and your babies will suck them for hours and hours." "Our babies," she said. I didn't contradict her. I unbuckled the belt of her skirt and let it fall to the table. She stepped out of it and stood in panties, socks and shoes. I made her raise each leg and removed the socks and shoes. Now it was just Francie in panties. I placed my hand on the crotch of her panties and squeezed. "You are wet." "I know! My panties have been sticky every day since I met you. Every time I go to the bathroom I have to wipe out the inside of my panties and wipe off my pee--my pussy. I just want to rub myself every time I am alone." "I know, my little darling. Now let's get these panties off you so that I can eat your pussy." I pushed my face into her crotch. She placed her hand behind her head and pulled me to her. I loved the smell of her sex. Slowly, I pulled her panties down. Stepping back, I watched her step out of them as daintily as any ballet dancer. The sun made each hair on her mound glisten. No one could have staged an erotic tableau any better than this. She closed her eyes and drew one hand up to her breast. This time she pinched the nipple herself. I knew she had been experimenting. Presently she said, "I feel like rubbing myself" "Do it," I said, "Do it, I'll do myself too." She reached down to her mound with her right hand, and I drew out my erection. She looked directly at my pumping as her hand began to stroke. Now I was certain she had been doing a lot of experimenting. Her left hand alternated stroking and rubbing of her nipples, her right hand stroked her clitoris but every once and a while dipped down between her lips and drew up more wetness. I was amazed at how quick the "Oh my goodness" began. Her knees started to dip and I was afraid she would fall off the table. I stepped to her and caught her just as her last "Oh my goodness" ended and her shuddering began. What a delightful feeling to hold an erotic pixie during her orgasm. I put my hand between her legs. Every place was slippery. It felt as if steam was coming up. Truly, happiness is a wet pussy. When she had recovered, she said "I am hungry let's get something to eat." We straightened up the living room and went into the kitchen. I fixed a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti for us which we ate like it was the most delicious meal in the world. She stayed naked while we ate. I pulled her chair next to mine on the same side of the table so that my hands could go up her thighs. She kept her legs spread wide. I left my cock out too, though it really wasn't that hard any more. As we were finishing, I slid my finger into the base of her vulva until it slightly entered her vagina. Then sliding it up the slit to get as wet as possible I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it. She giggled. "I'm just getting a little taste of my desert," I told her, "You still want me to eat your pussy don't you?" "Yeesss," she almost shouted. That was good enough for me. "Then let's get going." She stood at the sink and washed the dishes. Her naked little butt aroused me so much that I sat down by the table and started masturbating again. We had no embarrassment between us. She looked back with laughing eyes and said, "I am going to suck you tonight, you know." "Great, but what are you going to suck?" I joked. "Your cock." "Then you will be the prettiest, sexiest, loveliest cock sucker in the entire world." "And you will be the handsomest most charming most sexy pussy eater in the world." We were very much in love. I came up behind her. My hands found her breasts. My erection pressed against her back. She raised her head for a long wet kiss. Tears came to my eyes as I imagined us doing that every night of our lives. "I love you so much, Billy," she whispered, "more than all the oceans, and all the mountains in the world." I began to cry. Finishing the dishes, she wiped her hands on the towel, turned and said, "Now, no crying. This is fun time. I'll race you upstairs." She grabbed her clothes and raced out of the room with me right behind her. She took the stairs two at a time and I didn't catch her until we were in my room. We laughed and giggled as I wrestled her down on the bed. She was face down with me on top of her. I pulled off of her and she came up to her hands and knees. As I stood up, it was clear that we were in perfect doggy style position. My cock realized it too and came to full attention. I slipped it down between her legs. My fucking motions were automatic. She reached down and pressed the shaft up to her vulva. It slipped back and forth so easily in her lubrication. "This is like a hot dog on a bun," she laughed, "except the hot dog is bigger than the bun." After about a million strokes, I pulled back a little. She pushed the head up. I knew it was right at the entrance to her vagina. One push and I could be buried in her. The temptation was almost impossible to resist. I made a tiny thrust and the heat of entering her almost made be cum instantly. "None of that" I thought and withdrew. She looked at me with her "why" look and I said, "Not yet sweetheart. Now is the time for me to eat you for desert." She giggled. "You need to get undressed first." I stood and unbuckled my belt. "No," she said, "I get to do that." She unbuttoned and took off my shirt. Leaning over she kissed my nipples. I was amazed as they crinkled up as much as hers. I kicked off my shoes and socks. She pulled down my trousers and my erection popped up out of my shorts. "I think I am going to suck you first," she told me. She sat back on the edge and pulled me by the hand to her. My cock was just at the right height for her. Taking the shaft in her hand she pulled the skin back and then sucked the whole head into her mouth. It was heaven. I was right on the edge of cumming again. "Wait," I said, "go slow or I will have an orgasm this instant." She sucked the head back in again, this time a little softer. The need to cum subsided and she began to suck and stroke me. She paused and looking up at me asked, "Can you make just a little come out at a time instead of a whole squirt?" I laughed, "Maybe if we go real slow." She sucked more slowly. Just at the moment of orgasm I told her to stop. A little bubble of white cum bubbled out. She stroked the shaft and pulled up more. Then leaning down, with one swipe of her tongue, she licked the head clean. "Now kiss my mouth. My teacher told me that I should share," she said with a giggle. I did and our tongues swirled my semen between them. We didn't really need to swallow. It just kind of disappeared in our mouths. "I want to do that again," she said. Thus began our hour of semen sharing. She would bring me just up to orgasm, milk as much as she could out of the shaft and share it with me. Again and again she sucked me to mini-orgasms. Finally I could stand it no more. "I need to cum all the way," I told her. "And, I want to suck it out of you" she said. She put her head down and as if she had been doing it for years brought me to a crashing orgasm. I don't suppose much semen was ejected after our past hour. And I won't know because as she looked up into my eyes I could see her throat muscles move with swallowing. How I loved my little Pixie. We lay back on the bed. I needed to recover. Her hand still grasped my now softened penis. At last I said, "that was good, very, very good." "I know. It was fun. It made my pussy so wet, see." She drew my hand down to demonstrate. She was right. "That is just the way I like it," I told her. "Now come here." I slipped to my knees beside the bed and pulled her to me so that her legs were over my shoulders. I ran my hands up her chest to her little jutting titties and buried my face in her pussy. She let out a deep sigh and spread her legs even wider. I washed my face with her juice. Everywhere from my chin to my eyes was covered. I buried my nose as deep as I could into her vagina and began a little face fuck. She gasped and pushed up to me. Finally, I brought my tongue up to her and clitoris and began stroking it. She seemed to just relax and sink into the bed. I kept my stroking steady and even and light. Soon she began to raise her hips to me and I licked a little more firmly. The inevitable "Oh my goodness" began. I loved the sound of that. Her orgasm began. I think she accidently let a little urine out, because I tasted it. That was no problem to me. I didn't mind the taste. I kept my mouth on her and made one last bottom to top swipe. She pulled on my arms to bring me up. Once again we lay side by side. She washed my face with her tongue and I was hard again. Relaxing, we began to talk. We talked about every sexual thing that we could think of. She wanted to know how bad it would hurt if I put my cock in her. I told her that I did not know. But every grown woman had had it and didn't seem to complain that much. "Your cock is so big. What if we started with something smaller and stretched it out slowly?" I didn't know. I knew the hymen had to be split and I didn't know if slow was better or fast. I placed my hand back on her mound. It was still hot. Her knees opened. Placing the center finger of my right hand at the opening of her vagina I began to stroke it in. At first it was easy. She was still fully lubricated. As it went in further, I was in awe at how tight and slippery it was at the same time. There is no way my cock will fit in here, I thought. "Put two fingers in." "Do you really want that?" "Ya, it feels good when you stretch it." I wiggled my finger back and forth then began to stroke the second in. She pushed her mound up against me. I pushed harder and deeper. "Ow, that hurt." "I'm sorry," I said as I withdrew my fingers, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." I felt really bad. "Oh silly, it's not that bad. We just pushed a little hard. Do it again." Then I looked at my fingers. They were covered with blood. A little bright red streak was on the bottom of her pussy. We had broken her cherry. I told her so. "Is that all there is to it? That hardly hurt at all. Put your fingers back in." I did. I finger fucked her as deep as I could. I even got three fingers in. After a little bit there was hardly a trace of blood on them. "Can we fuck now?" she asked. How could I refuse? I wanted to see every bit of our first intercourse. I turned on all the lights in the room. What a beautiful sight. The bed was messed up almost beyond repair. A beautiful red-headed nymph lay face-up spread-eagled on top. Her smile promised every delight that ever entered my mind. I came over on top of her. She drew her knees up high so that her pussy was raised. Grasping my shaft she put the head right at the mouth of her vagina. I pushed and the head disappeared. I pulled back and it came into view shiny and wet. Again I entered her. Then with one stroke I was completely buried. She gasped. "Am I hurting you?" "No, it's just so different. Don't stop." I didn't stop. Fucking her was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Not only was the feeling out of this world but the sight was unbelievable. Her almost hairless lips were stretched wide and each time I stroked past the broadest part they had to stretch even wider. Francie raised her self up on her elbows so that she could see better. She had a very pleased-with-her-self expression on her face. "We're fucking," she said, "we're fucking, aren't we?" "Yes my darling, we're fucking." I was glad that I had cum before, it allowed me to last longer. Nonetheless, I began to feel my orgasm building. I paused so that it wouldn't happen too quickly. "Is it over?" "No, Sweetheart. I just stopped for a second. Do you want it to be?" "NoOoo! I like it." What more could you ask? I began to stroke again. Then I began to hear as if from far away, "Oh my goodness...oh my goodness" It got louder and louder. I stroked harder and harder. Then with one last, "OH MY GOODNESS" she began to cum. Her shudders brought me over the top and I emptied into her. This had been the most beautiful night of my life. Later we bathed together. I soaped her all over. He vagina was tender so I was especially careful as I cleaned her up. As I dried her off she looked like such a little girl. I couldn't believe that we had just had the must beautiful, loving intercourse imaginable. "It's like we are married," she whispered. "Yes, my Darling Francie, it's like we are married. You will be my forever sweetheart." The evening was over. She went back to her room. I went to bed and dreamt of her. For some reason, I woke at mid-night. Of course, I masturbated. FRANCIS -- End of part 3. -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....