Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

FOSTERS HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS
Frankie Foster stood in the front of her room and looked to her watch. She constantly looked at her wrist not only to see what time was, but it seemed she was waiting for someone. And judging by the face of the girl, that someone was taking too long to appear.
Meanwhile, she heard an annoying voice approaching and steps. Those steps were from Baroness, one of inhabitants of the home her family had for imaginary friends and people who want to adopt the,
"Help me! It isn't safe for me anymore!", yelled the imaginary being.
"Huh what do you mean Baroness?", asked the young redhead.
"I mean some freaks are hunting me down and keep sending me back to my maker."
 
"Aww poor you... Providing what you say is true...", Frankie replied with a slight tone of sarcasm, which Baroness didn't mind, at first.
"So far, I have been burned, kicked into the stratosphere without a space suit, drowned, steamrolled, divided in 4, chopped in pieces, tied to a rocket exhaust...", explained the surrealistic-looks imaginary friend, angry and bossy as she ever could b.
 
"Enough! I get the point but are you sure it is just 2 hu... 'freaks'?" asked Frankie
 
"Yes, they seem to be tracking me somehow...."
"Gee... I wonder how that would be possible, because if you go back to your maker that
way, all non-imaginary stuff stays behind.", explains Frankie.
"That sounds sarcastic which means you don't believe me", replied Baroness..
"Well sorry for that but people hunting down and harming an imaginary friend? That is new to me", said the redhead.
"Well I may hate being at Fosters and their lazy staff, but I hate them more!". The complaint, one of the millions she did daily at the home pissed off Francis Foster.
"Lazy staff?!?!?!?! Ok, two things for you, Mrs.I-Am-Too-Cool-For-Fosters... First, the Fosters Home isn't a hotel for anyone who enters and second,.nobody ever said you had to stay", explained Frankie, partly angry with talking with her and partly because the one she was waiting seemed not to appear.
"But who would accept me? You know that nobody had even the consideration to think to accept me as imaginary friend"
"Hmm... have you even tried somewhere else?", asked Frankie
"For what? Going outside is too much work...", answered Baroness.
"Well, I have the number of a guy that could help you..."
"Who?", asked the inhabitant of the Home.
"He is someone that had trouble with an imaginary friend times ago, Tim is the name if I recall... he is a lawyer specialized in cases of violence", told the redhead.
"Tim... well, I think I can take the shot. Can you call him for me then?"
"Sorry, I can't... but here is his phone number if you are interested", answered Frankie, handing Baroness a card with Tim's number. "But I must give you a tip: he will verify if what you are talking about is true?"
 
After that Baroness left Fosters Home and went to the nearest phone booth to give Tim a call and ask his advice
"Hello! Tim here, who is?" The voice at the other side asked
"Hello! My name is Baroness and you better not be one of those bad lawyers! I need protection..."
"Well, sorry ma'am, but this is my private line", said the voice "If you want to speak with me about business, you need to call my new professional line but don't worry. I'll patch you through". After that, and a short time of dialing tone, the voice returned.
"Welcome to Raitor Lawyers B.V. If you want an appointment, please press 1..."
After that, Baroness immediately pushed the '1' button, and seconds later the voice answered. "Tim Raitor here! Who is on the other side?."
"Baroness here! You just patched me to your company's telephone", said the imaginary being.
"Ah yes! I transfered you to my business line and you had to pass through the automatic menu... So, how can I be useful to you, Mrs. Baroness?"
"Well, a friend of mine said you could help me with my case of violence against my magnificent person", explained Baroness.
"Well, that's my area of work, so let's see how I can help. But first I need to verify if everything you said to me is true", said Tim.
"Frankie already told me that"
"Frankie? Frankie who? I have some of my customers named Frankie..."
"Frankie Foster, from the Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends", added Baroness.
"Frankie Foster? Oh, THAT Frankie! Now I remember, she helped my son saying goodbye to his imaginary friend. We were friends ever since and I became aid of her in some cases involving other friends, and...", Tim was cut down of this talk by Baroness
"Please, can you get back to my person?"
"Ok, sorry... I guess I went too far, sorry", apologized the lawyer before going back to the chat "Why just you don't ggive me your number and I will call you back after verifying your case, and maybe bookmark a meeting?"
 
"What? But you can't deal with my case here?"asked a slightly pissed off Baroness.
"Nope, I can't! My computer tells you are calling from a payphone boot and I just patched you call from my personal line..."
"How did you know I called from a payphone?" asked a puzzled imaginary friend. "Do you have those phone number detectors, don't you?"
"Sort of. The system here gave me the number and from where it was before I sent you to my busines line...", explained Mr. Raitor.
"Ok, Ok,...damn, why I am such prone to such crap...", mumbled Baroness before going back to the phone line "My phone number is 06-52634334"
"Got it! I will call you in a day or two, no less. Have a good day", Tim hung up the telephone. Baroness also hung up on her side and returned to the Home complaining as usual, but what she didn't knew is that Tim Raitor knew more of her case than it seemed.
"Well, Tim, your plan is going to get high... but now, let's see what you can do with her..." commented Mr. Raitor before picking up again the phone
***
Moments later, two guys are seen arriving to Fosters' front door; They rang the bell, and after a few minutes of wait, the door was opened and they were greeted by Frankie, who seemingly knew those two.
"Oh! Hey Vic! Hey Merder!"
"Hey Frankie!" both replied to the redhead.
"What bring you guys here?"
"Well, nothing... we just want to make a visit to a friend, that's all", said Merder.
"Right.... Well, I see you are still being called 'Merder', don't you?", asked Frankie,
"Yeah, I am! It's the curse on being in a job that I must keep in secret from my friends", explained him.
"I see... seems annoying, but I understand", teased Frankie. Merder noticed it, but did not mentioned anything to his female counterpart.
"Well, maybe a little annoying, but when this 'case' is solved, I guess I'll be free to uncover myself".
"I heard it all the time.... 'wait till the case is over', 'wait it!'... I am tired to hear you say that and I hope you are not lying about it", mumbled Frankie.
While Merder felt startled and couldn't speak right in that moment, Vic tried to keep them away of a discussion.
"I cannot say he us lying. I know him for some time and I know he is not the one who likes to lie to anyone"
"But I hear from years that you are in this 'case" and...", Frankie was interrupted by Vic which turned his head to the mansion.
"Well, let's not talk about that now and get it inside. It seems chilly out there"
Frankie let the two men get in the mansion while she got back to do her usual chores of the day. "I don't know you both arrived in good hour. Mr. Herriman made a list of gazillions of things to do... damn rabbit!", she complained.
"No problem. We can stay and watch, don't Vic?", replied Merder, to Vic nod in agreement. "Or we can help, if you want so"
"No thanks! I think I can do it on my own...", as the young girl passed up on the offer and returned to the chores. Merder and Vic found themselves sitting and waiting for Frankie.
"While they watched, Frankie Foster dusted the furniture, swept and mopped the floors of the mansion, but one thing surely attracted them more than the 'usual', since while Frankie mopped the front hall of the Home, Frankie fell on the floor. But as soon as her guests went over to help her, something happened...
Miss Foster fell in a way where both Vic and Merder could see what was underneath the skirt, and the duo got very amused about seeing Frankie without any kind of underwear. As soon as they rushed to the help, the two men got bulges inside their pants.
Frankie got up, but got to notice the aforementioned bulges. She blushed for a moment, but did not said anything, since she had to return to the chores.
After two or three hours of cleaning and mopping, the Foster Home was shining. Frankie was visibly tired after the whole work.
"My God! This mansion is so big! And I do it by myself alone...."
"You look tired, Frankie", said Merder. "I guess you need some rest or something"
"Thanks boys, but I am okay. I think I need to drink something...", replied Frankie while giving her back to Merder and Vic, but then she turned around and approached her guests.
"Or maybe I guess I can drink other kind of beverage", teased the redhead, touching the boys' crotches. Merder and Vic quickly blushed with that.
"So, you noticed?", asked Vic.
"I know I am not a bombshell, but I am flattered to see I can excited men like you boys..."
"S...S... Sorry, you are so attractive and all, and...", Merder was interrupted by a chuckling Frankie.
"Don't worry. Don't you know I like your attention at most... and well, I know you like mine as well..."
"I guess now we need to settle this...", said Vic.
"So why don't take two nice guys to my room and have a pleasant chat and more?", asked Frankie with a slight grin in her face.
"I doubt chat is the right answer", commented Merder, as they went to Frankie' dorm, arms around Frankie's shoulders.
***
The trio arrived at Frankie's bedroom and Frankie suddenly changed her tone of voice, showing her state of mind.
"You know, I think you are right Merder... Chat isn't the answer, but this is", after that the redhead took off her green vest. It was clear that they all were about one thing, but Frankie's gesture was the green sign.
Both Vic and Merder's bulges were larger than were before and Frankie noticed how their cocks almost broke through their pants.
"Your cocks are any woman's dream. I can't wait to tell my friends all about you two, fellas!"
"I guess we can give more reasons for you to spread around the news", commented Merder, as the male guests took out her pants and made their manhoods visible to Frankie. The Foster's housekeeper didn't wasted time and took off her Powerpuff girls t-shirt. Merder and Vic went somejow amazed and smiling noticing that Frankie wasn't wearing any bra at all.
Frankie knelt in front of Vic, who got the initiative and put her cock in the reach of her face. The redhead started to lick the tip of his rod, making him moan softly with the girl's slowpaced lapping. Merder watched the scene, wanking himself with Frankie's move on his friend.
"You two look great together, but I want my part too!"
As Merder said that, and made it clear as he was rubbing his dick against Frankie's back, Vic had an idea and knelt on Miss Foster's bed, as she returned to give him oral pleasure. Merder, then, removed her miniskirt in a single move, having full acess to her behind, specially to a certain hole.
The Dutchman teased Miss Francis rubbing his manhood against her buttcheeks, and she answered with a few moans of her own while servicing Vic's cock. Merder took one minute or two of teasing and right wanted to do the full thing.
"Do you have any lube, Frankie?"
"Sorry, I don't. I ran off since last month's slumber party", answered the redhead.
"Ok then. Guess I have to go dry and raw at your ass then"
Without any hesitation, Merder slid his thing inside Frankie. The move caught Frankie by surprise, and she let a scream of pain (not pain as in intentional pain, of course).
"M... Mwy ahhhhhhhhhhhs!!"
At first, was difficult for Merder to find a groove for the anal sex, but as soon as his cock started to fuck the girl, pumping in a 'average' pace the butt of his lover.
"I knew without lube would be difficult, but since I know how to handle it, it makes easier", said Merder.
Frankie was taking Merder's rod inside her bunghole and going deep on sucking Vic's dick. She was used to that scene sometimes, since both males were 'guests' from mansion since first time they meet each other, and every time Frankie was pleasured in many ways with their presence.
Merder raised the speed of this stabbings, which made Frankie to moan even louder than before. Vic was amused to see how much him would give pleasure to hear, and also happy because she kept blowing his dick as the scene provided.
While fucking, some pre-cum sprouted from Merder's cock, a natural lubricant for the anal fuck. Noticing Merder's faces while pumping the redhead, Vic suggested.
"I know how good you suck cock, but now, I guess I'll have something more"
After taking his cock out of Frankie's reach, the Brazilian touched Frankie's pussy. The face of joy when his finger was in was enough for him to go further the next move. Soon, the trio was on Frankie's bed, with Vic laid on his back. The redhead sit in a way that his cock would fill her pussy, with some help of his and and Merder's hand, whose held her ass. The Dutchman, still behind Frankie, returned to the position of banging her asshole.
"Admit it, Frankie, you love a DP, don't you?" asked Vic with a grin.
"But only if two lovely hunks do that with me, like you boys".
Both men got flattered with the cumpliment and soon they started to fuck her holes. Almost simultaneously, both men went as deep as they could into both sides of their lover. Frankie moaned and screamt with joy and delight.
"Ahhhhhh.... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! God! Sooooooo Gooooooooooooood!"
The speed of the thrusts got harder and faster in a few minutes, and the scene lasted longer enough for them to have the pleasure of fucking. But Merder got other plans for the evening.
He removed his cock outside the ass, leaving Vic alone and focused on pumping his cock inside Frankie's cunt. The redhead looked at him and asked for a blowjob.
"Want some help?"
"Please, yes! I want to feel a hot tongue of a redhead in my penis. Can you help me?"
Without thinking, Frankie licked the tip of his prick. But since it had the taste of her ass, and she disliked how it was, Miss Foster herself decided to take things in other way by offering a handjob instead. Merder declined the offer.
"I would like the handjob, but bare hands cut off the mood and I can't get it off with them"
"What the problem? Are you a germaphobe or something?", asked Francis Foster.
"No, is not that!" Merder answered "I just don't like bare hands. I feel it's boring..."
Frankie was surprised to hear that and asked how 'boring' Merder thought bare hands were for handjob.
"For me, the hands are one of the sexiest parts to a woman's body, but for me, it's better they are covered by something. Something, I have to say, is a glove. Without gloves, I cannot feel in the mood", Merder explained.
"Dude, just accept the offer! Stop putting your glove obsession before the pleasure! Control yourself", Vic argued, feeling the conversation could cut off his mood too on fucking Frankie.
"Sorry, but I just can't help myself! I love women with gloves and that's my obsession and I feel like I live for it!", said Merder.
The reason was enough for them to leave Merder and his love for gloves alone. Frankie felt a bit guilty and wanted to correct that.
"I know today I can't give you what you want, but maybe next time...", as the redhead girl grinned after saying that, the Dutchman blushed from ear to ear. Miss Foster noticed that and returned to use her tongue to please Merder.
"But for now, I only can give you that..."
Frankie licked Merder's cock for a while, from head to the scrotum, teasing him right from the first moment. The whole licking was enough also to himself feel he was getting close to the cum.
Miss Foster also noticed that by Merder's face, and since she was a 'cum-taker', took the whole cock inside the mouth and blowed it hard. In a minute, Merder had no other way to hold it, bursting his jizz inside Frankie's throat.
"Please make her swallow it! Please make her swallow it and make that wet dream come true!", Merder thought loud. with eyes closed as his sperm kept to sprout out. When he opened his eyes, his cock was still inside Frankie's mouth, and the girl just showed that he wouldn't need to worry as the cum that was inside got into her throat for good.
"I am a girl who swallows!", said Frankie.
The redhead returned to oral pleasures, after seeing Merder relieved, to lick and take all what remained of cum from his cock and her tongue. He was pleased to see how much she was skilled at the oral arts.
"Wow, Frankie! Tell me, how did you learned to use your mouth like that?"
"Well, that's my little secret. But if I tell you, you have to tell me one of yours", answered Frankie. Meanwhile, Vic was trying to hold up his pace on doing her cunt, which for her meant he was about to cum too.
"Calm down! Just take it off, I don't want to get a creampie that soon!", recommended Frankie. Vic followed her instructions and held the best he could, but the redhead girl had other ways to keep him in position.
She asked him to pull off from her pussy, watching how he was trying to hold, waking the slowest and even not touching himself to make sure he will not blow his load. Frankie took it on her hands and aimed to her boobs, saying with a teasing voice.
"Go ahead, big boy! Let it out!"
Vic didn't had other way but let himself go and all his cumload went over Frankie's boobs. Quickly, her chest got covered with jizz, and to make everything better, she squeezed her sticky tits only to make the Brazilian squirt more.
 
****
After the sex, the trio had a quick nap, with Frankie between her two lovers, stroking the hair of both.
"You boys sure know how to make a girl feel good!"
"Thanks! And you sure know too how to please two boys!", replied Merder
"Well, next time I might have something for you and perhaps I can give you a try in your little obssession, 'Mr. Case'", Frankie teased. "Mr. Case" was some sort of thing she said to him in order to tease him, and he liked it too.
After the nap, they got dressed and chatted a while, but the mood was broken by a noise.
"THUD!"
'What happened?", asked Vic.
"Looks like someone broke the main door!", answered Frankie
"What could be? Thieves? Some imaginary friend in trouble?", Merder was also puzzled.
They had no time to wait as they went to the main hall, as they saw the door open and two girls, one a redhead and other a dark brown haired girl, all aiming her eyes to Vic and Merder.
"Layla? Bloom?"