Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2022 09:48:07 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: How Molly Became Number Six: Bisexual Adult/Youth, High School, multiracial How Molly Became Number Six by Larry Marian Molly of the blond hair and me with the brown hair lay on Molly's bed, now lying side by side on the bedspread. Both of us were totally nude except Molly's pubes were blond and mine was turning towards black, instead of the original brown when the were mere wisps growing between my now mature lips. My clothes were mostly scattered around the floor while Molly's outer clothes were neatly draped over the desk chair. Ever so often we could hear Johnny, the former Squirt and Isabelle, Molly's sister, make some comment we should not hear like when we heard Isabelle's announcement, "I came, Johnny." Prior to that we had been mostly silent as earlier we had laid in the classic 69 position, eating each other out since we both knew that Frank, the black high school junior was out with Veronica, now a high school senior an nour away, and his Number Four since the original Number Two had been dismissed. Now, still with the pussy juice covering the faces of we two fifteen year olds. In addition to our juices, we were also kissing, regular and frenching. Molly pulled away from me. "The time, Arlene. I have to at least wash my face real good - er well, get Isabelle on task to get dressed - I know she's not - and get home or we'll both be saying `Hail Mary's' forever. Of course, not being Catholic, I laughed. "And I'll help get Johnny moving. But, Molly, next time you come, I really want you to tell me something." "What's that," Molly asked as she pulled up the bikini panties she'd removed an hour earlier. "You have never told me how Frank managed to turn you from a sweet Catholic girl into a teen slut like me who got seduced by a black teen age boy in three days." "Sure. But to start, they were not three days in a row. The second day was a week after the first one and the third day was two weeks later. But remind me - how long was it between you meeting Frank and his screwing you." "About three months," I said as I headed out to next door where the guest bedroom was. I thought that maybe David had come home as I opened that spare bedroom where I saw two teens, both naked, the girl wildly sucking the boy. "Isabelle, stop giving Johnny a blow job now. He can take care of himself. You two get your crap on. Molly has to get Johnny home. Get yourselves dressed. Now." The two young teens darted up, both looking somewhat afraid or ashamed, but both scrambling to get on their scattered clothes and dress. I suppressed my grin as Johnny pulled his shorts over his now five inch pecker. Molly, Isabelle, and Johnny got away before David might ask, though I knew he knew what was going on. I got myself casually dressed to get situated for when our folks returned. It had been a fun late afternoon. But my plan to learn how Molly got brought into Frank's little harem did not develop the next week. That should have been my time with Frank, but he had a pre season workshop to go to, or something. No real problem. Frank and I had been together going on three years. To me, he showed me that he was not a believer in "Wham, ma'am , thank'ee ma'am" school of foreplay. Not that I'd ever thought that. So Molly and I went to her bedroom with me and our understudies, though I was not sure how either of us could really do much for Johnny, though I saw him a few times trying to be "tuff" and watch Frank knock him down. It turned out it was a whole month before Molly and I were alone together, this time at her house with Johnny there with Isabelle in her room with demands that they keep it quiet.. As new fifteen year olds we should have gotten ready before this. But we had to have some sex first. "Okay, Molly, tell me what happened when you met Frank." "Sure. First, this was nothing sexual at all. I was in an old shopping center looking for something and Frank and two others came dashing down the isle of the store. Of course I didn't know it, but the voice was what I would learn was Frank's. It looked to me like it was some shoplifting stuff until I got hit from behind and knocked down I heard a voice, I soon learned was Frank call " Knock that girl down and get shat on." Anyway Frank picked me up, made sure I was okay, introduced himself, and asked who I was. I think it was the way he smiled that made me feel comfortable. "Thanks," I told him, I'm Molly and my kid sister Isabelle is around her somewhere. She's twelve going on twenty." "Yeah," Frank said. "My cousin we call Squirt is twelve going on thirty- five." In the meantime one of his buds called security . "So Frank has me answer what we knew about the "accident" and then we exchanged phone numbers and that was about it. Then Frank said, "Molly, can we meet and talk again? I think you are on my short list of good girls." I responded with a yes before I said, "I've never dated a black boy before." Frank replied with, "It's not a date yet - but I hope it will be." "Well, it took two weeks before Frank and I met at a sort of teen hang out. He bought me a coke before he said his house was close and his folks were gone. Would I like to come with him there? I agreed as we left hand in hand. We went to his room and I knew that we were going to kiss; maybe a bit more than I had mostly ever done. Frank just put out an aura about a guy who was just a bit older than me and black as well. I looked at the room and just went and sat on his bed In moments his arm was around my neck. My arms were around his. The first kiss was frenching, deep and hard As the second broke Frank said, "Molly, are you okay with this? You seem a great girl. I want to get to know you, not abuse you." I said,"I think I;m okay." Even as I said that, given enough time at least my bra would be off and his hands on my breasts. So it happened. In fact, he took my hand to place between his legs on what I knew was his hard dick, waiting to put it in me. .That's when I struggled free "Frank. I;m not ready for this yet," I said. He looked at me. "Do you think you will be ready for me, especially considering we are not the same race?" I said, "Frank, I'm not sure, but I know you are a great guy and I trust you. Race is not a factor. What I see in you, is," and that I put Frank's hand between my legs as I felt their moisture. Seconds later, I sat on Frank's bed, trying to remove his pants. "Only if you want to" he said as he helped me reveal his about seven inch cock to me. Yes, I'd given a blow job back when I was twelve and that was it "So that was the second meet I had with Frank" Molly said "I guess I have to reveal the secret I've never told about me" Molly said. "More when you can talk," I said. "No. This is my confession. Hear me, for I have sinned," Molly said, which seemed totally strange to me, but Molly continued. "When I was eleven we got a new priest, Father Louise who seemed to be like my grandfather both in looks and manners. He acted like an angel to me for about three months. One thing he mentioned often was I looked so much like a young but maturing angel I would hug him and he would hug me. Very soon his hugs went to cupping my very young and small breasts. "Then one day Father Louise asked me if I could help him and of course I agreed at once. He asked me if I knew what a penis was. I confessed at once that I'd actually seen two boys my age naked and we had touched each others' private parts. He told me that was probably fine. He then explained that while both boys and girls released urine, boys from a certain age also produced semen which gave strength to another, boy or girl who could take it in their mouth and swallow it. This gave strength to the recipient and to the donor." "That son of a bitch," I said. "I thought these churches had gotten rid of all those assholes who abused kids." Molly continued "Yeah. And we got told how bad they were and were gone. But Father Louise had come from another country. Anyway, it took about three times with Father Louise before he convinced me that if I learned how to give blow jobs, things would be better." "Yeah, better for the bastard who conned the poor kid who got brainwashed," I said. "Yep. But anyway, the fourth time, I knelt in front of him naked except for my panties and he pulled his robe away to let me see a full grown hard cock. He actually made the sign of the Cross in front of my lips before I followed his instructions and gave my first blow job. He reminded me to swallow when he told me his gift was about to come. I swallowed that one and the four that followed. "But as soon as I'd sucked him the first time he started in on the other place his gift would go. There he came into a bit of trouble as at eleven, I already knew about the birds and the bees. But he explained that semen going into a blessed vagina would glorify the girl who accepted it. So the fifth time I sucked him off, I went to the comfy couch, took off my panties, lay down and he got between my legs and took my virginity. Fortunately for me that happened only one more time and he was discovered getting sucked by a boy my age and a friend. "Well, all the kids got brought in and any kid who had talked to Father Louise at all got questioned. To my surprise so was Isabelle, though she had been no more than having her nipples played with and sucked. "I guess you know what happened the third time with you and Frank and me. Just please don't let Frank know that I was not a virgin that afternoon. Okay?" I smiled at Molly. "I thought you knew that when I became Number Six before I became Number Five, I was not a virgin, either. At the end of my thirteenth party, Eddie and I made love first, so he had my virginity and then Frank and I made love. To tell the truth, I'm not sure if Frank has ever made love to a virgin." Molly smiled back. "You know, Arlene, as one non virgin to another, girls can still strip each other to find other ways to have fun that don't include a hard cock." "Let me help you get undressed, Molly," I said as I reached for her top. Molly had a very delicious pussy that I enjoyed and I think she liked mine, too. If you enjoyed this Arlene story, please consider a donation to Nifty.