The story is quite long, but hopefully it will keep you amused. As always any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely accidental. All characters are made up from my own warped imagination. The story belongs to me, so please do not use it without my permission. This tale contains descriptions of many kinds of sexual activity, so if you are under 18, or those kind of things offend you, please move on. The story is set in a utopian World where STD's and unwanted pregnancies do not exist.
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Franca had been 17 when her mother died. She remembered it all vividly. The long nights at the hospice as she watched her vibrant mother slowly eaten away by the cancer in her bowels, then later her kidneys and liver. At the same time she watched her handsome father disintegrate before her eyes.
Her father and mother had met in high school and married at the earliest convenient time. Franca had already been growing in her mother`s womb when she walked down the aisle to marry her father. Both were only just turned eighteen and Franca knew that theirs was truly a marriage of passion and deep, deep love.
She knew this because she had heard the noises that emanated from their bedroom almost every night, and sometimes during the day if they thought her music was loud enough. Their love also encompassed Franca. They had never had another child, so their entire affection was polarised on Franca. Franca`s birthday was Christmas Eve, but unlike other children who had the misfortune to be born in the festive season her parents always showered her with two lots of presents.
Franca wasn`t spoilt though. She had received her fair share of spankings from both her parents, and pocket money was earned in their house. That house was a nice detached three bedroom in the leafy suburbs of South London. Her father had poured every penny he had earnt working for his family haulage company into that house. He hadn`t blown his money at the bookies or the pub like many of his friends, instead he had provided a wonderous home for the two women he loved with all his heart.
When her mother had eventually died Franca watched her father withdraw. He held himself together just enough to go to work and provide for the daughter that now became the sole focus of his boundless love. They travelled extensively and by the age of twenty Franca had seen over fifty countries. There was nothing inappropriate. Just a father and daughter enjoying their lives as if to honour the beautiful woman that they had both lost to early.
Franca knew there was a sadness in her father. She also knew that he must miss the physical side of a relationship. Anybody who had had as much sex as he had had with her mother must miss it. She also knew this as she had just started sleeping with her boyfriend Evan. She must have definitely inherited her mother`s sex gene, if one existed, as she recognised the sounds she made when she climaxed as those she had heard through the thin walls of the house from the age of twelve.
Her father never minded when Evan stayed over, he just dropped subtle hints about not ruining her life to early. A veiled inference to her not getting pregnant like her mother. Franca had no intention of doing so as she was already enrolled in University and scoring straight A´s on her way to her dream of becoming a doctor. She wanted to be the one that finally cured cancer so that other families wouldn`t feel the pain that hers had.
Evan was working in the local bank. They had met at the local amateur football social club. He was an avid player and one of her best friends had dragged her along as she had been dating his best friend. They had got on from the first minute.
He may have had the most boring job in the World according to Franca, but he made up for it between the sheets. Evan was an innovative and caring lover who never failed to help her achieve at least one climax whenever they shared a bed, back seat of his car, or in the summer the beach, or a deserted stretch of countryside. She loved it when his six inch penis penetrated her vagina, or if he slid it in and out of her mouth as her tongue weaved patterns on the thick head and veiny shaft. He could also give her head for hours at a time. Evan seemed to love it more than she did as his tongue delved between her folds or his lips suctioned her throbbing love button. When he did this there was no stopping her orgasm, and when she kissed Evan, after he eventually came up for air, she loved tasting her own acrid juices on his lips.
Franca had been so caught up with her own love affair with Evan she hadn`t even noticed that her father had been spending more and more time away from the house, and sometimes not returning until the early hours. So it came as somewhat of a shock when her father took her for a curry at the restaurant they both loved as it reminded them of meals with her mother. Pushing their empty plates away and washing away the spicy food with cold Kingfisher beer her father had almost whispered, "Franca darling. I`ve met someone. Please don`t be mad!"
Franca wasn`t at all upset. In fact quite the opposite. That her still young and handsome father had got back in the dating pool was music to her ears as she had felt slightly guilty at her own happiness while he still obviously missed her mother.
The next hour and two more beers was spent with her father telling her all about Laura. They had met at a friend's wedding. She was younger than him. Only twenty eight. She worked at an estate agents in the High Street. They had been seeing each other for nearly eight months and Franca`s father thought it was serious enough that she should meet Franca, to which Franca readily agreed. The look of happiness on her father`s face after years of seeing only misery etched into those rugged features made her heart melt.
The next night Franca opened the door to the blonde beauty that her father had been dating. Laura was the opposite to Franca. Her long blonde air fell in a cascade to her shoulders. Franca`s short jet black hair was courtesy of her mother`s Sicilian roots.
Franca had always been shy about her rather large boobs, also a present from her mother`s gene pool, whereas Laura had barely a handful in an obviously very small bra. Franca was tall at nearly five feet ten while Lara was petite at five six, although the three inch heels she wore brought her nearly eye to eye with the barefoot Franca. Both had very nice figures that curved in all the right places, although Franca thought with a twinge of envy that Laura probably didn`t have to spend the six hours a week in the gym that Franca did to achieve that.
