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Mallow Out!	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 28176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Frankie absentmindedly let go of Mac's hand once they were in her room. "Sit on the bed and I'll finish drying your hair," she offered while turning back to lock her door. Why? We're just going to talk. But she told herself that this was just too important to be interrupted.
Then she went to her dresser and started digging through a drawer. In the mirror she caught Mac gripping the towel hard on his butt and pulling. "You should have taken off my underpants too," he said plainly, making Frankie's eyes go wide until she realized he meant they were rubbing him raw now.
She swallowed hard. "Well, just put them on the radiator to dry," she offered. Then she forced herself to look down after he glanced back to make sure she wasn't looking. She put her first to her mouth, giggling before she peeked again. He slid the wet tighty-whities out from under the towel while only revealing the side of his hip to her. Though she had been hoping for at least a peek at his bum this was still enough to make her heart skip a beat. But the show was over quickly and he simply clambered back onto the bed.
Frankie picked out a pair of satiny pink running shorts and slipped them on under the robe, which she then pulled off and tossed over a chair. After grabbing a brush and fresh towel she joined Mac on the bed, folding her left leg up on the mattress. It let her sit behind him comfortably while keeping a bit of distance between their bodies. After all, this was hard enough. She roughly massaged his head through the towel while thinking of what to say. Finally she dropped the towel and ran her fingers through his hair, searching for any tangles to tease out. He closed his eyes and contentedly leaned his head back for her.
"So, Mac, are you feeling okay now?"
"Uh-huh," he moaned. It seemed Frankie's touches meant so much more to him!
"And you're not scared or mad at me or anything?"
He sighed happily. "No. Why would I be?"
"You know, after the whole thing in the kitchen and me throwing you in the tub, all that sex stuff..."
"Sex?"
Frankie's eyes went wide and she bit her lower lip hard. Idiot!
He turned his head back to look her in the face. "That's sex?"
The woman grimaced and inhaled sharply. "Well, not really. That wasn't actual sex or anything," she laughed nervously, "but it's sort of how it starts... sometimes."
Mac cocked his head to the side, letting out a sigh of interest. "Really? So holding someone down and putting a rag in his mouth makes sex happen?"
She had to laugh. "No, that part was just me being stupid." Sure, in some cases he'd actually be right, but he was confused enough already. She continued, "I meant the kissing. And the touching."
"Mmm, that was nice. Can we do it again?" Mac watched her expectantly. When her eyes fell so did his heart. ".. sometime? ...maybe?" He slowly turned his head back to hide his disappointment.
He was a little relieved when she started caressing and gently brushing his hair again, and the softness in her voice reassured him even more. "Listen, Mac. You know how sometimes there's something you really, really want to do, but you know you'll get in big trouble if you do it?"
"Yeah?" He turned back to look again.
"Well for me, you're what I'm not supposed to do." She put her hand on her face while slowly shaking her head. "It's not that you did anything bad, 'cause what we did isn't really bad all by itself. It's just that I'm so much older than you and I'm supposed to like grown men instead of little boys."
Mac furrowed his brow. "You mean you only like little boys?"
The redhead froze. Why don't you just go down and register as a sexual predator right now, moron!
Frankie slid off the bed and fell to her knees before seizing his hands. "Please don't tell anyone! It's really really important no one ever finds out! If they do then I'll get arrested and have to leave and I'll never get to see you again and I'll just die!" she begged. Without waiting for a response she rested the side of her face in his lap and whimpered, "So please please please never tell anyone what we did!"
Clearly the little boy didn't like seeing her so frightened and so vulnerable, especially if it was because of him. It took him a moment, but he began stroking her hair with his right hand. "It's okay Frankie. I won't say anything to anyone. And I'll be real careful that no one finds out." He then grumbled, "especially Bloo." As he continued to comfort her, she raised her right hand, taking hold of his left and giving it a little squeeze. Then he added, "It just might be hard to figure out how to keep him away when we... what do you call it?"
For once she took the time to think before she answered. Frankie picked herself and sat next to him, taking him under her arm while kissing the top of his head. "But Mac, we can never do it again. It was a mistake. A BIG mistake. Oh, I mean my mistake, yeah. It was wrong of me to do it with you. So we can't."
"I don't get it!" Mac turned red and spoke nearly as fast as Goo, "If you like it and I like it and I'm not gonna tell anyway then why can't we just do it already?"
Frankie burst out laughing, nearly falling off of her bed, and she struggled to catch her breath. The beautiful little boy stared at her, looking even more hurt than before. She couldn't stand to see him like that yet she couldn't stop laughing. After kneeling down she held onto him, her face against that chest she just couldn't get enough. She held onto his back with her left hand while the fingers of her right brushed his inner thigh where the towel was partially open.
Suddenly she didn't feel like laughing anymore. Not only was his tirade no longer funny, but it was starting to make an awful lot of sense to her. If she was going to end up getting screwed anyway then she might as well make the best of it. Besides, there might never be a chance like this again.
The redhead moved her right hand to his chest and pushed him back as she got up, taking him by surprise. She used her other hand to gently loosen his towel, leaving it barely draped on one thigh. In a moment he was lying flat with his lower legs hanging off the bed while she hovered over him, gazing into his curious brown eyes. "You know, for a kid you're awfully smart. And so pretty..." Oops. "... darned handsome."
Mac suddenly went weak, awed by her smiling face, her sparkling eyes, and her breasts grazing his lower chest. She could feel his heart racing through his chest, probably faster than even before. He raised both hands to the back of her neck and tried to pull her close, but instead he pulled himself up until Frankie gladly accommodated him by lowering her mouth to his. Her tongue immediately snaked its way into his forceful and greedy mouth, and she was pleasantly surprised to find his own slippery organ fighting back as best it could. She braced herself on her elbows and slipped her hands under his shoulders, again stroking his soft brown hair. She slowly tilted her face left and right while kissing him for all she was worth. When she opened her eyes to peek saw the intense concentration in his expression: the poor little guy was trying so hard to kiss her back that he couldn't do anything else. She needed to do something that would relax him, and she knew just the thing: it was poking her stomach.
Once again she treated his cheek and ear to the pleasures of her eager mouth. Then she licked and gently bit her way down his neck and chest while sliding back onto her knees. She stopped and petted his inner thighs, right to his groin, and marveled at the six inches of untapped boy muscle in her face. "Do you ever touch it, Mac?" she asked while running a couple of fingers up its underside.
It jumped as the little boy gasped. "Yeah, sometimes."
She moaned while gently petting it again. "Does it ever do anything special when you do it?"
"It just tingles a lot," he moaned as she ran the tip of her nose down its length.
"How long do you do it?" She planted a warm, smacking kiss underneath the tip.
Mac winced from the noise and sensation. "Just a little. Then it gets tight and doesn't feel as good."
Frankie didn't know all the intricate details of little boy masturbation, much as she wanted to. She usually only looked at the pictures and maybe read the occasional shota story on the Internet. But she was positive she could get him off, and the thought of giving him his very first orgasm made her giddy. Then she thought the occasion might even warrant another special first: hers. Even when she would force herself to date teenage and adult men she never let them get past seconds base. No matter how hard she tried to imagine them younger or had looked at their baby pictures she just couldn't do it. So she decided it was going to be a magical day for both of them.
Pushing back her hair, she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around then carefully lowering her face until her nose touched his fleshy mons. Mac arched his back and his fingers dug into the bedspread. Frankie tightened her lips while slowly raising her head back up, making the boy squeal and squirm. His legs involuntarily kicked a little bit. Finally she let out a hard sucking noise as he pulled her mouth free of it. Mac was still clutching the bedspread and panting, and she saw that his excited pecker took more than a few seconds to relax again.
For everything to go right, she'd have to slow down a little. "It tastes nice," she purred, "but what about these?" Mac wondered what she was talking about, but only for an instant. She planted a wet kiss on his tight little scrotum, dragging her upper lip over it while the tip of her tongue playfully poked around its wrinkled skin. She parted her lips and took it halfway into her mouth, using her whole tongue to explore it. The overwhelming sensuality of her attentions filled Mac with both fear and ecstasy. He lied completely still and stared blindly at the ceiling while she worked her strange yet beautiful magic. Then she guided his thighs apart and held his pecker up a little so she could thoroughly lick his entire sack. Without needing to be asked, he gladly held his knees wide apart for her. Her tongue hungrily lapped away at his immature sack and all around the edges. She even sucked wetly at the creases of his inner thighs, getting more than a little wet between her own legs too. She didn't know about Mac, but she couldn't take much more.
Frankie stood up and quickly slid her hands under his shoulders and knees, briefly scooping him up and moving him to the center of her bed. She sat on the bed like before, though now facing him, and she helped him sit up. After planting a quick kiss on his lips she raised her arms and said, "Little help?" It took him a second, but his face lit up when he realized it was Happy Breast Fun Time again. He hopped forward on his knees and gladly lifted off her tee shirt, standing up in the process. She winced when his hard little cock almost hit her in the face, but it was kind of funny too.
She immediately turned and moved her shoulders back towards him, making it easier for him to take her bra off the right way. In a few seconds he'd unhooked it and it fell onto the bed. She flung it on the floor and then turned back to him while getting up on her knees. Then she simply embraced him. His knees went weak and he almost fell on her, but she was happy to have his body resting against hers. After kissing the side of his face she nearly whispered, "What we're going to do is very special, Mac, for both of us. I just want you to know that it's my first time too, so don't worry about not doing it right. We'll figure it out together, okay?"
Mac nodded and then she kissed him deeply on his lips again, restoring his vigor its excitement. She couldn't help blushing. "Okay, now help me finish undressing, okay?" Mac's disbelieving eyes darted down to her shorts and then back to her face. She stroked his hair and added, "It's okay. You should see what you're getting into." After helping him onto his knees she guided his hands to her waist. He was shaking and had trouble getting his thumbs into the waistband, but she helped him pull her shorts and panties down almost to her knees. Then she continued holding his hands there so that his face was in front of her smooth, hairless pussy, which he stared at intently. Frankie kept it waxed because it just felt better to her, she told herself, but she'd also worried that having hair down there might intimidate a child if she ever had a chance to be with one. Boy, was she glad now!
"You can touch it if you want," she said while holding his shoulder. "But you don't have to."
His lips curled and he looked at it with some uncertainty. Frankie held her breath, fearing that this might be too much for him at once. However, he leaned forward and gave the very top of her slit a not entirely gentle kiss; then his warm and heavenly soft lips planted a few more on it with. His tongue then snuck out and worked back and forth a little, tentatively darting it into the crease of her thigh a few times. It was even better than she'd hoped! Then he leaned back and looked up at her, looking happy and a little relieved as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's only fair. You kissed my wiener and balls."
A single laugh escaped her mouth as she shifted herself onto her hip. She quickly sent her shorts and panties to the floor before lying down beside him and patting the bed. He quickly fell back on his bottom then lied next to her. While never taking her eyes off of his face, she ran her left palm from the top of his big lovely head, down his shoulders and waist, pausing at his hip before briefly tickling his engorged member. It was still nice and hard. "Okay Mac, it's time."
He had no clue what she meant, but he knew it was going to be good. She got up on her hands and knees, straddling him. Mac rolled onto his back and gladly accepted more of her passionate and delicious kisses. A tremor of ecstasy ran through her body when she caught the faintest whiff of her own juices on his adorable face. Moving forward, she let her breasts dangle in front of his face while she lined herself up. She paused to guide one to his face and he eagerly took the hint, wrapping his lips around her delicious mound and suckling harder than before. Frankie moaned and trembled, being very careful not to pull away. She supported herself on one elbow and used her free hand to stroke up and down his thin little body.
"Okay Mac, here we go," she informed him, yet he had no idea how it could get any better. Frankie spread her knees over his groin and reached down, taking his boner into her hand. She felt like she was going to explode from the excitement as she rubbed the tip around the bottom of her slit. Then she ever so carefully lowered herself while practically feeding it into her hot, dripping opening. Tears formed in her eyes and she kissed him repeatedly on his head, whispering, "This is the most precious moment in my entire life, and I'm so happy I got to share it with you."
The intense warmth and tightness shot a wave of pleasure from Mac's cock throughout his body, making him arch his back and whimper. Frankie inhaled deeply when she felt his boyhood straining against the most precious thing she could ever give to a boy. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moved her head back, unintentionally raising her chest away from his face. Frankie was ready to give herself to him.
"What you said, before..." the boy suddenly moaned, making her pause.
Her insides began to shake with anticipation and frustration, and time seemed to stand still. She was so close to getting the one thing she wanted more than anything, but she knew she'd stop even now if he wanted her to. She couldn't hide the teary sound of her voice as answered, "Yes Mac?"
He whimpered, "I love you too, Frankie."
The relief, the utter joy was overwhelming. She practically fell on him, wrapping her arms tightly around him and excitedly kissing his head. The woman nearly strained her hip muscles while spreading her knees as hard as she could. She raised her face and glanced down to see the boy wincing in pain because her hymen was straining his sensitive young meat. "Just a little longer, Mac. Just a little longer," she panted while slowly rolling her hips. She winced herself and threw her head back, letting out an enormous grunt as her last bit of resistance gave way. Frankie dropped onto his pelvis, sinking his penis all the way inside herself.
Mac shivered and cooed as the sudden tight feeling, the warmth and wetness surrounding his tool. Frankie smiled and loosened her grip, putting some weight on her elbows as she suddenly feared crushing her tiny lover. Her thighs ached as she forced them together, trying to raise herself off him a little. But then she sunk all the way down on him again, enjoying his moans almost as much as the feeling of his cock sliding inside of her. Then she rolled her hips back and forth, gently pumping him as she continued oozing her excitement all over his groin. It felt so amazing to her that she didn't even mind the tiny bit of pain from losing her cherry, and even that faded quickly.
Both of them loved the feeling as their hot sexes slid back and forth, each sending jolts of pleasure throughout the other. After nearly a minute of riding him rather slowly, perhaps too gently, she felt Mac trying to thrust a little harder. She was about to speed up with him, but then she decided to change things around. After all, she got to be in control while losing her virginity, so he deserved a turn as well. Besides, she wanted him to experience the most intense pleasure and joy possible, which in turn would make her the happiest woman in the world.
"Let's try something a little different," she moaned before sliding herself down, rubbing their naked bodies together until he slid out of her. She paused to kiss him hard on the mouth again, keeping their lips locked as she turned onto her back. Their lips finally separated and she practically pulled him between her legs. For a moment she wanted to have him find his own way back in, but she was worried that that blood might scare him. So she immediately put her arms around his hips and guided him to lie down on top of her.
Frankie struggled to raise her head enough just to kiss his forehead while petting his back. Rather than break the momentum, she reached her free hand down to quickly guide his excited penis back into her throbbing muffin. As usual, he was more than happy to oblige. "Now it's your turn to do whatever you want."
"Are you sure?" his small voice squeaked.
Frankie thought she'd have a cutegasm. "It's okay. Just do what you were doing before. It felt nice."
It took Mac a little trial and effort to figure out how to press his dick deeply into her and then quickly pull partway out and be able to quickly repeat it. Fortunately the redhead found his fumbling experimentation even more arousing. As he started to get into the groove she started meeting his thrusts, just a little, but she felt herself tensing up very quickly. The little boy was right against her, and his pelvis was bumping and massaging her clit with every movement. Her vaginal muscles were already starting to tighten up, and that familiar tingling was slowly working its way throughout her body. She tried to fight it because she desperately wanted Mac to come first, even if it meant that she couldn't... at least not until a bit later. Orgasms made her very sensitive and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to let him finish, or that he'd sense her discomfort and not be able to enjoy himself.
After gripping his bum to make sure he didn't slip out, she met his thrusts more forcefully, and a bit more slowly. She couldn't help but squeeze and fondle his smooth bony butt, which only raised her excitement even more. She felt dizzy and her breathing was becoming erratic. This called for drastic measures. Fortunately she knew a few tricks that helped her: she prayed that they worked on boys too. Using her left hand and only the ring and pinky fingers of her right, she spread his bumcakes and then firmly tapped her middle finger against his little pucker several times. Then she reached down to her slit, coating her fingers with her own juices before sliding them back up against his back door. Mac let out a long and strained whimper when she started schlicking her slippery fingers all around his sphincter, but she was very careful not to even come close to penetrating him.
It had its intended effect, and not a moment too soon. Frankie couldn't take it anymore. She gripped and squeezed his little bottom and rocked herself against the boy as hard as she could. Mac didn't understand why his penis suddenly became so much harder than ever before, feeling like steel as it forced its way back and forth inside her hot and slippery chasm. But then it suddenly let go and then immediately tensed up again. His eyes scrunched tight and it felt as if his whole body had turned to ice as it spasmed... once, then twice... It was too much. His eyes rolled back in his head.
As she reached the limits of her endurance she suddenly realized that Mac could actually get her pregnant, but she immediately brushed the thought aside: If he does then I hope it's a boy... who's totally hot like his father! That did it for her. Frankie felt his first contractions and was immediately knocked back by violent contractions of her own. She gripped his hips tightly to make sure that he wouldn't pull out while her body was being overloaded with epic pleasures of both mind and body. It was more incredible than she had ever dreamed: her insides trembled, boiled and even seemed like they were pulling Mac's pulsing meat even deeper inside of her.
It suddenly became too sensitive for him to move it anymore, but he desperately wanted to anyway. A ball of heat formed in his groin as his cock repeatedly shuddered violently inside of her, and then the warmth spread out over his entire being. He struggled to hold himself up, quivering and shaking his hips ever so slightly while her insides forcibly milked his sore rod. It was only then that he remembered to start breathing again. His mind went blank and he felt an intense calm sweep over him, despite all the tension that still wracked his little body.
The boy's violent yet wondrous contractions finally slowed and he suddenly felt fatigued, yet he felt warmer and more at peace than he'd ever known possible. Now dizzy and thoroughly spent, he flopped down on her sweaty body. His head came to rest between the soft breasts on her heaving chest. She released her tight grip on his bottom and brought her hands up to pet his back and face while he recovered.
"That was better than I ever imagined," she sighed. "How're you doing?"
Mac only managed to moan and nod his head, without the strength or desire to do any more. The redhead straightened her aching legs out. It made his softening pecker slip out of her, causing them both to shudder from one last aftershock.
Frankie's head cleared and she looked at the clock. She rolled herself and the boy onto their sides and then crawled down, embracing him for one last, hard deep kiss. Quickly she broke away and hopped off the bed. His eyes opened but he still didn't move. "Wilt's going to be back with our clothes any minute, so I'd better get you cleaned up," she explained while picking up the towel off the floor. Then she smiled at him. "Again."
After helping him stand on the floor she knelt down and started wiping him down, still hoping to keep him from seeing her blood, but fortunately there wasn't much of it. As she gently and lovingly wiped her juices from his soft little penis she noticed that it was all her. Hmm, dry fire. Maybe after a few more times I can treat him to another first... and be on the pill by then.
Instead of putting the dirty towel on him she helped him into her tee shirt and shorts. Her breasts were right in his face while she tried to tie the shorts tight enough to stay on his itty bitty waist. It was too easy. He suddenly gave one a hard and playful suckle, making her gasp then giggle. The knock at the door jolted her back to what she was doing. "Just a second!"
"Okay, take your time," Wilt called back through the door.
She quickly put on her bra and panties, then the bathrobe.
Frankie dropped to her knees. "We don't tell anyone about this, right?" Mac nodded enthusiastically. Frankie gave him one last short yet hard kiss before hopping up and opening the door. "Thank you so much, Wilt," she beamed while accepting their clothes from him.
"No problem." He looked at Mac, who looked happier than ever. "So is everything okay now?"
Frankie smiled brightly as she handed the boy his clothes. "Everything is wonderful. Right Mac?"
"Just awesome!"
Wilt was satisfied. He surreptitiously waved his hand behind his back, signaling the large group of friends down the hall that everything was okay. Herriman shrugged and lowered his tranquilizer dart rifle, disappointing Bloo a little even though everyone else was relieved.
"Okay, why don't you get dressed and then go see how Bloo's doing. You wouldn't want him to wonder where you are."
Mac pulled off the tee shirt and started untying the shorts.
At first Frankie enjoyed the sight too much to realize that Wilt was still standing there. "Oops! Let me give you a little privacy." Then she winked at him, "You wouldn't want a girl to see you naked."
"Oh, yeah, right," he giggled.
Frankie stepped out into the hallway with Wilt and closed the door. "He is a pretty amazing little boy," she sighed.
"Absolutely." Wilt paused to get up his nerve. "I just hope you weren't too hard on him, Frankie."
"Oh no, not at all." She smiled wickedly. "I wouldn't dish out anything he couldn't take."
The door opened and Mac stepped out.
"It's my turn, I guess," Frankie said before mussing up Mac's hair. A lock of it stuck to her fingers: she hadn't quite gotten out every bit of marshmallow, probably because of all the distractions. She sighed, I'll get him in the bathtub again, one way or another. "Go on, you!" she reached down and slapped his bottom playfully, but a bit hard. He bucked forward with a laugh and then turned back to her one more time, melting her heart as he smiled joyfully at her. Then he was off.
"Thank you again, Wilt. And I'm sorry I was so cross earlier."
He patted her shoulder, "It's okay, and I'm just glad you're not so frustrated anymore..." Wilt couldn't understand why she was laughing as she stepped back into her room and closed the door.
Frankie dropped her skirt and hoodie on the bed and before collecting her shorts and tee. Then she noticed Mac's underpants still on the radiator. She went over and picked them up, sensually stroking them between her hands for a moment. It was a trophy - hopefully just the first of many.
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