Hostess with the Mostest
(MF, cheat)
Edited by Lance Vargas
How in the world did anyone ever find this bar in the first place? I would not expect a house to be on this little dirt road in the woods, much less a bar full of people. And talk about full! I could hear the sounds through the closed car windows and immediately began to rethink accepting this invitation from my brother-in-law to come here.
I had been living in an apartment for over two months after I took a job offer in the same town where my brother-in-law, Stan, lived with his wife Bette. My wife and family were still back in Ohio waiting for school to end before they would join me in another two months.
Knowing that I was probably bored out of my gourd sitting in the apartment alone every night, Stan called and invited me to a birthday bash for a friend at a country bar.
"Hey, it'll be cool!" he pitched. "There will be a whole lot of people there, so you won't look out of place. Probably a lot of free beer, probably some karaoke and dancing. We won't stay out too late; come on. It'll be fun."
What have I got to lose? An evening in front of the boob tube or free beer? I'm there.
"Oh, yeah, wear shorts and flip-flops. It's real casual. I mean, real casual," Stan offered.
But I mean, really, there's casual, and there's this... this bar in the woods. Yeah, it's got beer signs outside, so they have electricity, that's good. But it's in the woods! All I could see nearby were little wooden shacks.
But we parked and walked into the place. The noise was deafening, but the first thing I felt was a cold bottle of beer being pushed in my hands, and this big, burly hulk of a guy with a huge smile saying "hi."
"Uh, hi, I'm Brad," I offered.
But before I could thank him or even get his attention he had turned and grabbed Stan by his shoulder whipping him around and pushing a beer into his hand.
"Mike!," Stan shouted. I could barely make out what Stan was telling me, but it was something like, "Brad, this is Mike. He organized the party."
"Hey Mike," I grabbed his huge paw, still cold and wet from holding the beer.
"Go eat," he yelled in my ear. "There's a full table over there with lots of good shit. Help yourself."
And he was off being the good host.
I followed Bette as she hugged and laughed with her friends as she'd meet them. When she noticed me behind her she began to introduce me to the ladies explaining who I was and my situation.
Each said hello and told me that I was going to have fun tonight.
I smiled and thanked them and headed toward the food.
With my plate piled high I made my way to a far corner of the saloon to eat and drink and just watch the festivities. Boy, this place was packed and it seemed that everybody knew each other, and as I feared, I was the odd one out.
The crowd looked to be a bit older than me, quite a bit older than me. I figured most at probably 50 and above. Due to lack of female companionship over the last few, long weeks, I had developed a habit of watching pretty girls in public and playing with my fantasies. Well, it sure looked like slim pickings tonight, unless I raised my minimum age by a few decades. I should have guessed, I mean, Stan's about 10 years older than me, so naturally his friends... oh well.
And then I saw her. A blonde came walking out of the kitchen with a casserole dish in her gloved hands. Compared to everyone else in the place she was hot! Yeah, she probably would not have made my radar in a crowded mall, but at least I knew that I would have some entertainment this evening just watching this beauty move about the place.
It was as if I were in a trance watching her rearrange the table to fit the dish. She had short blonde hair and was full-figured. No, not really fat, but with an ample bosom; no, I mean really big tits. Her ass was the absolute perfect size for her frame - not huge but just right. I saw her joke with some of the guys near the table, and she had a real flirty manner about her. Damn, who was she? And is she going to stay in the kitchen all night? I immediately started a fantasy about her. I just wanted to see those tits again.
My reverie was broken when Bette and one of her friends came to sit at the table with me.
"Brad, this is Susie. She's the wife of the birthday boy," Bette offered.
I shook her hand and we talked a bit about our jobs, her hubby, the kids. Then a couple of more of the women came by to see Bette, and I was introduced to them as well. I realized that I was meeting just the women and few of the guys. I kinda liked that.
"Who's the kid?" another lady coming from the bar asked Bette. It's been a long time since I was called a kid, and at 42 you'd think I could sit at the grown-up table. But like I said, the crowd was appreciably my senior.
As I was talking to one of the women on my left I felt two strong arms grab my shoulders, and I looked forward in surprise. Blondie was right there holding me at arm's length looking at me! I was trying to figure out what was going on. Did she see me ogling her? Did I do something wrong? Damn, those tits are even bigger up close! All of these things went through my mind in milliseconds.
"Oh my god, I thought he was Earl, Bette! I was saying, 'what's Earl doing here?' He kind of looked like Earl from the side, but he's a whole lot better looking than Earl, that's for sure!" she exclaimed.
The other women concurred, "you got that right," "he's not Earl, that's for sure," "he makes Earl look like a pile of shit."
I didn't know who Earl was, but I'm glad I wasn't him. But I'm glad I resembled him if only to get Blondie's attention.
"Hi, I'm Frankie," she offered.
I started, "I'm..."
"This is my brother-in-law, Brad," Bette began her story which all the other women had already heard.
"So, you moving here?" Frankie asked.
"Yes, I'm living in an apartment now near downtown. Nice commute; I walk to work."
"Oh, a bachelor pad, huh? Bet there's some wild times in there some nights," she winked at me and laughed with the women.
"Oh yeah, real wild, like when I burn the popcorn in the microwave, or wash whites with colors," I joked.
We laughed a bit more, then Frankie left to take care of the food table again.
Bette offered, "she's Mike's wife, you know."
No, I didn't know. I didn't understand if she was just stating a fact or giving me a warning. Whatever, I could still watch her move about, but from now on I was going to make sure that Mike didn't catch me.
I ate a bit more and drank even more. I even paid for a couple of drinks when one of the friends wasn't watching. There were a few older guys there who took pleasure in filling their buddies' needs in the drinking department. I guess an ego thing. I even got cussed at for buying a beer by some old coot sitting at the bar.
"Damn, boy. Tell me next time you need a fucking beer. You don't need to be going spending none of your own damn money," he slurred.
I thanked him and told him I'd get him next time.
Before I made it back to my table bright lights came on and the jukebox was silenced. Mike had a microphone in his hand and wished a happy birthday to whoever the guy was who was having this birthday... Susie's husband, whatever his name is. Then he thanked all those people who helped put on the party, especially his wife, Frankie, who worked her butt off organizing food, but she's still got a ways to go to work it all off, he quipped. Then he thanked everybody for showing up to celebrate. Then he thank me saying "We even got people who came all the way from Ohio to be here tonight. Thanks for coming, Brad!"
And the ladies started to clap and cheer. Then the men started joking and hollering about the "young thing" or "fresh meat."
As soon Mike finished speaking the lights were lowered again and the voice of a DJ came on saying it was dancing time. Of course, this being a country bar the music of choice was country and western, and the first song was a line dance song. All the women, at least those that could stand, attacked the dance floor and began moving as one, in rhythm with the music. Damn, some of those old women could move!
But, of course, one stood out from the lot - Frankie. She was there, over to the right, dancing with a wiggle that was driving me crazy. I watched her heavy breasts bounced as she moved and bounced herself.
Dammit, I was getting an erection just watching her. I felt like I was back in high-school again. Let's see, it's been eight damn weeks since I got laid. Hell, I'm overdue for an erection about now. Might as well sit back and enjoy it. I could take matters in hand when I got back home.
The next few songs were the old classics, some Texas Swing and two-steps. I enjoyed watching the couples having fun on the floor. I wish that my wife were here to dance or that I could work up the courage to ask one of the women to dance. Of course, I knew which one I would ask.
A hand on my shoulder "woke" me up from my daydreaming. Frankie.
"Come on," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.
I didn't even have time to object. It was almost like a continuation of my fantasy where I was watching her from afar. Now I was watching her right in front of me, and, boy, was I getting an eyeful!
She gyrated to the music with an extra beat in her hips; her boobs bouncing about barely controlled beneath her blouse. I stared openly with a smile on my face as I tried to move to the music as well.
She saw me staring a few times but would just smile, close her eyes and turn her head. Maybe it was my imagination, but every time she would catch me stealing a look at her chest she would put just a little more "oomph" in her hips, or she would turn around with her back to me and thrust her cheeks towards me.
Shit, I was dancing with a hard-on now. Yep, just like in high school over 20 years ago.
When the song ended, I took her hand and thanked her for the dance; she instead responded by hugging me tightly.
"I just saw you sittin' there by yourself, and I just had to be a good hostess," she said into my ear.
I limped back to my seat, thankful for the dim light offering camouflage to my swollen crotch.
Twenty minutes. That's how long it took for my dick to recede. And that's how long it took for Frankie to approach my table for another dance.
"I figured you're too shy to ask me, but I'm not too shy to ask the cutest boy in the room to dance with me," she said.
"Well, cutest girl, cutest boy, they should dance together, don't you think?" I asked.
"Yep, they should," she paused to consider me and smiled.
Now, I don't two-step too well, so she yelled in my ear that she would lead. Fine by me. I have to say I did pretty good after a while. We weren't the best couple on the dance floor, but not too shabby. But one thing I did notice, and believe me, it was hard not to notice, that a couple of buttons had been undone at the top of her blouse, because she was now showing cleavage where before there was none visible. And trust me, that was the first thing I looked for when she came to the table the first time. But now I could see the valley of pleasure directly beneath her neck. My fantasies were interfering with my dancing, but I managed to keep the beat.
When that song ended I was winded and sweating. I thanked her again, but instead of a hug this time she held my arm keeping me on the floor.
A slow song started up and she immediately put her arms around my neck. I had no choice but to dance with her or make her look foolish, and I had no intention of doing that.
So we danced on the crowded floor. We had become a dance couple that evening, but I don't think anyone took notice.
I swear I was running a fever. Her head was on my chest, and she was pulling me in close. I felt her huge breasts pushing into me, almost grinding into my ribs. Was it my imagination? It was hard to tell exactly what she was doing while we were dancing, but it sure felt like she was rubbing herself all over me.
Her next move was unmistakable. Our feet were barely moving on the floor; we were simply swaying in one place when she ground her crotch into mine, grazing my upright erection with her hips. She did it again, then again. She turned her head up and looked at me with these sexy eyes. I just stared at her not sure what to say, if anything.
She looked up at me through sultry eyes and smiled.
"Did I do that," she purred and ground into my crotch again moving my dick from side to side.
I nodded meekly.
"Good," she said putting her head back on my chest.
Everyone so often she would push into my crotch again making me harder than ever. Her chest continued to be pressed firmly into mine, so I would move both hands up her back rubbing the sides of her breasts with my forearms. She moaned.
The song ended, and I figured so did my fantasy. But it appeared that Frankie had other ideas.
"Meet me in the kitchen, through that door over there," she nodded toward the side of the bar.
She left in another direction, but I did as I was instructed, as if I were programmed.
As I entered the kitchen she came around through a back way and said, "Over here," and we walked out of the bar into one of the shacks that was near the door and connected to the bar with an awning.
She reached down near the floor and turned on a nightlight that was plugged into the wall. There were cases of beer lining the walls. We were in the store room.
Frankie grabbed my neck as if we were going to dance again. She swayed her hips and ground her breasts and her pelvis into me, but this time looked straight at me with these sexy eyes. I could do little else but give her a sexy smile back.
"You like this," she asked.
"I love this," I replied.
"Then you'll really love this," she countered, and she unzipped my pants and began to fish my erection through the fly.
I have never in my life been unfaithful to my wife. Tempted many times, but I always managed to be stronger than the temptation. But then the temptation has never touched my bare dick before. And when a man's cock is in the hands of another woman, I guarantee you that there is only one brain in the room capable of rational thought, and it ain't his.
She stroked it slowly a couple of times from my balls to the tip, and I moaned almost doubling over in sheer pleasure.
"Ohhhh, extra husky," she purred, "just my size."
As she stroked my cock with one hand, she fumbled with my belt and pants with the other. Almost too mesmerized to even move, I did manage to begin massaging her huge melons.
"You like, huh, Lover Boy? All you boys do," she said in a sexy voice.
She undid a couple of more buttons on her blouse, then continued to stroke me. I took my cue and began to unbutton the rest, parting her blouse to marvel at the size of her bra and the beauties it contained.
"The latch is right there in the front, Sugar," she offered.
I need no further instructions, and with a pop her giant boobs spilled from their constraint. They were awesome! So full and resting proudly on her chest. They were beautiful.
I almost complained when she moved them away from me. She lowered herself to her knees, and before I could prepare myself for what was about to happened it happened.
She put the head of my dick between her lips and began to suck on the glans, gently flicking the tip with a rapid fire motion of her tongue. I groaned even louder.
"Oh, I love to make a man feel good. I want to make you cum so big," she crooned.
"Shit, keep that up and you'll get your wish," I managed to grunt.
Then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could and began to fuck me with her face. In and out, I watched my rod disappear into her beautiful lips, her huge tits hanging just below.
"Your tits," I whispered, "do me with your tits."
Without saying a word she released me from her mouth and grabbed the sides of her breasts bringing them up to my dick. She sandwiched my rod between them and I was lost in her lovelies.
She began to move her chest up and down, and it was becoming too much for me.
When she heard my moan continue and get longer and lower she knew I was about ready to explode.
The tip of my cock escaped from between her breasts and she captured it in her mouth beginning to pump me up and down while still massaging my shaft with her tits.
That sight was too much for my feeble blood-starved brain to take, and I exploded in her mouth.
"Oh!" she screamed as my dick escaped from her lips, "You're a gusher!"
And she grabbed my shaft and began pumping letting me come all over her face, down her neck and on breasts.
I couldn't stop coming; it had been so long and I was making up for lost moments.
When I was spent she continued to stroke my dick until it hung between my legs.
She was covered with cum.
I apologized profusely for making such a mess and scurried about looking for something to clean her off.
"Don't you dare say you're sorry," she scolded. "I did that and I'm proud of it. Shit, you needed that, I know. Poor baby, hasn't got his rocks off in months. Momma's here to help, Darling. Don't you worry about Momma."
I was too weak to argue. So I watched her wipe her face and neck with paper towels from a roll nearby. I even caught her licking her lips to remove some. Damn, she was sexy. Just watching her wipe her boobs, watching them quiver as she'd rub, was making me hard again.
She caught me rubbing myself again as I was watching her.
"Damn, Big Boy, you getting ready again," she laughed. "We ain't even finished with the first one. I gotta go clean up. I'll see you in there."
She left me to clean myself up with the paper towels, and when I had done enough I made my way back into the bar and headed for the men's room. I wet some paper towels with put a dab of soap on them and then went into the stall to clean up a bit more. While I was cleaning up I began to feel guilty for what I had just done. The good husband separated from his family trying to be so faithful, and "bam," fell off the wagon. I resolved myself that this was a one-time thing and would never, ever happen again.
"That you?" I heard a whisper through the wall.
"Brad, that you?" I heard it again with a tapping sound. It was coming from the other side of the wall; Frankie. Apparently the men and women's stalls were separated by that wall.
"Yeah, it's me," I whispered back into the wall.
I was shocked to see what I thought was a wet wadded up piece of toilet paper fall from the wall onto the floor exposing a perfectly round hole looking directly into the ladies' stall.
"Stick it in here," she ordered.
"I don't think it'll fit," I laughed weakly.
Of course, the hole was more than big enough, but I was trying any feeble excuse to salvage my just-made resolution.
Then I saw her crook her finger through the hole beckoning me. Isn't it funny how fleeting rational thought can be in the male brain? Even though I wasn't fully hard, I fed my dick in the hole.
I felt warm and wet lips engulf my head again. I was officially fully hard.
She stroked me with her mouth a few times, and I started to feel that tingling in my balls again.
Then I heard the door to the ladies' room open and close, and Frankie removed her lips and waited. Then she tapped me on the tip of my dick with her finger instructing me to pull it out of the hole. I watched as she stuffed it with toilet paper again. Then I dressed myself, positioned my dick out of the way as best I could, and left the men's room.
Whew, that was a close one, my brain tried to rationalize. You almost fell off the wagon again, it chided. You need to be stronger next time. I sucked in a deep breath of air, filling myself with resolve again and vowing to never let it happen again. I tried to practice in my mind what I would say if Frankie tried to seduce me again. "I wasn't thinking straight; I missed my wife; it was just a physical thing?" All of those sounded so right when I was saying them in my mind, but I knew that uttering them out loud would be impossible.
Back at my table Stan, Bette and some of their friends were chatting. My seat was taken so I went get a beer letting old Moneybags buy it for me. I returned to the crowd and noticed Frankie had joined them. There was an intermission in the music so conversation was audible. I moved to the opposite side of the crowd from Frankie. A little distance would be a good first line of defense
One of the ladies asked where I had gone to school. The college small talk continued until Stan let out that I was a ladies' man in college, or that's what his sister had told him.
"I could believe that," said Frankie. "I bet you had them begging for more."
She winked at me. I blushed.
The crowd laughed, and Frankie continued with her joking egging the crowd on.
A bit later Bette told me not to mind Frankie. She just loves having a good time and is an incurable flirt. But she's pretty harmless, so just go along with her. You'll have fun, too.
I thanked her for the advice and told her I intend to do just that.
The music started again, and Frankie came straight towards me shaking her hips and extendeding her hand. I figured one dance was all, and it was just a dance - nothing more.
Anyway, I was beginning to worry that people would get suspicious. I looked around for Mike and saw he was near the DJ's booth looking at CDs.
"You worried about him?" Frankie half-shouted as she saw me looking Mike's way.
"Well, kinda," I responded.
"Don't." she instructed. "He's good."
I didn't really know what she meant by that, but I resolved not to worry. It wasn't easy. Especially when the next slow song started and she kept me on the floor. I started to make an excuse to go and sit down, but she begged me to stay. She wanted to talk. I listened.
"I hope you don't mind what I did to you in there," she began. "I like to make people feel good, and I knew that you probably needed that right?"
"More than you'll ever know," I replied.
"Then stop worrying about things. I loved doing that to you. You sounded like you liked it, too. You have a beautiful dick, and just to let you know, I ain't finished with it tonight. OK?"
"OK," was all I could say. I was hard as a rock again. Well, I guess those church ladies could quit making Brad statues now, because I had officially given up my sainthood. I was trying to find an excuse, like maybe she had some mind-control powers and was keeping me from thinking straight.
She felt my cock with her hips and boldly put her hand between us rubbing me up and down. No, it definitely was not mind-control powers, just her body.
"Remember how to get to that room?" she asked.
" Yeah," I mumbled.
"I'll meet you there after this song."
And she left me alone on the dance floor as she walked out the back way. I walked to the bar and chatted with a couple of guys I didn't know. There was no inner battle in my mind if I was going to go in that room or not. I was definitely going in that room, or else my dick would beat the shit out of my conscience.
"She dance good, her, huh?," one old coot proclaimed.
"Frankie?" I blurted coming back to reality, "Yeah, she's a good dancer."
The two old guys just laughed with each other.
As nonchalantly as possible I grabbed an empty casserole dish from the table and walked to the kitchen like I was supposed to be doing it. I dropped the dish in the sink and headed out to the storeroom.
I'm glad I didn't have that dish when I walked into that room or I would have dropped it to the floor along with my jaw. Frankie was standing in the middle of the room without a stitch of clothes on. And she looked fine! She was not centerfold material, but she was just as beautiful with those huge tits, pretty face and, oh my god, a neatly-trimmed pussy. Yes, she was definitely a mature woman, but it looked great on her. And I wanted her like an animal.
She pounced on me and began to take off my shirt. I hurriedly unbuttoned it afraid she would rip it off of me. Shucking that, she pawed at my shorts, so I kicked my shoes off and pulled shorts and jockeys completely off. Both of us naked now, she ran her hands through my chest hair nuzzling my nipples with her lips.
Then she reached around with one hand squeezing a cheek exclaiming, "Damn, you have a tight butt."
I reached down between her legs and began to rub her slit getting her wet. She moaned in my ear as I teased her clit. She grabbed my rod and started to stroke me back and forth. I could tell she was having trouble controlling her movements while I was fingering her deeply.
"Oh shit, come here," she ordered, and turned and walked to the wall. She leaned over and placed both hands on the wall offering her butt to me. I needed no further encouragement and got in right behind her.
She reached between her legs and grabbed my dick positioning it perfectly, and I entered her. She engulfed me with warmth and wetness, and it was a snug fit.
I began to move in and out at a slow pace, and groans escaped her throat. I continued that pace for some time, alternately holding her hips or leaning over and feeling those massive tits hanging down. I could see their shadow on the wall rocking back and forth.
Then I felt that feeling in my balls again, but I didn't want to rush it. So I pulled out, and she began to protest.
"Hush," I commanded, and grabbed her butt cheeks keeping her in place.
I got down on my knees and position my tongue beneath her and began to lick from the top of her clit to her asshole.
She screamed!
I did it again, and she jumped again. I started to focus on her clit, and she became very still. As I lapped and tongued her I could feel her legs shaking. I wet a finger in her pussy getting it very slick, and then I began to get her asshole very wet with the finger until I could slide it in to the first knuckle.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Braaaaaaad, ooooooooooo, mmmmmmmmmmm," she was almost singing.
I managed to get more than a knuckle into her bung hole and my lapping became furious. Finally with a finger in her cunt and one in her ass I pressed my tongue fully on her clit.
"oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I'm cummmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnng," she wailed!
She shook and shook, and I helped brace her legs as I continued to hold my tongue in position. Finally she pulled away saying she couldn't take it anymore.
I resumed my position behind her and began to fuck her in earnest. This time I was going for the kill. I pumped into her until I was dizzy with delight. I don't think my dick has ever been bigger or harder than it was at that moment. This sexy woman was writhing beneath me, impaled, and with huge hooters swaying with every thrust.
I pushed myself in as deeply as I could and held it there. She was as still as could be, and then I let loose my flood. I pumped and pumped and pumped until I was empty. I held her hips there as I shuddered in euphoria at our union.
Finally, I slumped to the floor exiting her pussy with a loud "pop!" She collapsed next to me.
"Damn, you're good. You're the best!" she huffed.
"Thanks," I panted.
We rested for minutes sitting there listening to each other breathe heavily.
My dick was fat and heavy draped across my legs. Her breasts were covered in perspiration, heaving on her chest. She looked tired and worked over. She was.
When we were finally able to move, I began to stand up to get our clothes. I offered her her bra and panties, but instead of putting them on as I expected, she asked me, "That thing you were doing to my butt. Does that mean you want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Uh no, not really," I tried to respond. "I was just trying to make you feel good. Why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering," she replied. "So you don't want to fuck me in the ass?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, I never fucked anybody in the ass before. You?" I quizzed.
"No, I never got fucked up the butt before, but that felt good when you were doing it. I wonder what it would feel like to have that whopper in it."
She looked at my crotch, which began to stir as she was speaking. She started petting my dick with the back of her hand, looked in my eyes and gave me a sly smile.
"Why put off till tomorrow..." I said.
Without a word she turned over and got on all fours with her rear facing me. I quickly got on my knees and scooted in behind her, not really sure how to approach this.
I began pressing on her anus with my thumb at the same time rubbing her pussy with my other hand. I knew I had to get her bunghole really wet, and my fingers just weren't doing the job.
While not fully hard, my dick was still extended enough to be able to slide it up and down her pussy lips in an attempt to get it slickened up. Then I figured the best way to slick it up was by immersion, so I pulled back my foreskin and plunged it into her pussy again.
"I said my ass!" she shouted back to me.
"I know, just wait," I replied.
I thrust in and out of her a few times at the same time getting harder and harder.
I pulled out of her pussy and positioned the tip of my dick right on her puckered hole. She reflexively resisted my advances, after all this wasn't a finger.
I continued to poke the head into her hole, and try as she might to relax, this didn't look like it was going to work.
"This isn't going to happen," I exclaimed, pulling my rod away from her ass.
"No, just try it agai..... AAAGHHH!" she screamed.
When I removed my dick I knew she might relax so I plunged it right back as she was speaking, and I got the head to pop right in!
"Oh, shit, it feels like you got a telephone pole up my asshole," she moaned through gritted teeth.
"Want me to quit? Wanna take it out?" I asked.
"NO! Keep going, it's starting to feel good now," she insisted.
So I slowly started pumping in and out, little by little feeding her a fraction of an inch more, until I was almost completely in her ass up to my balls. Her head was writhing from side to side. I don't know how she could find this as pleasurable as I could.
Two things told me this wasn't going to last long: she was a tight as a virgin, and the site of my big dick sliding into that beautiful butt was about to put me over the top.
"Frankie, I ain't gonna last long," I warned.
"Then cum in my butt!" she screamed.
And I did. I started spasming and filling her ass with cum. The semen leaked from around my dick, and as I came I began to to push even deeper. I could see Frankie's face wincing as my dick would expand with each squirt.
"Shit, that hurts so good," she cried.
But she was so tight it was like a tourniquet around my dick, and my erection would not subside. As long as I was in her butt I remained hard, and she had no intention of letting me go early. When I would try to withdraw she'd pucker her hole swallowing me more; or she would shove her ass towards me trying to impale herself more.
My whole dick was up her rectum, and she seemed to be liking it. I was already spent, but my hardness wasn't going anywhere. She began to rock on my rod again, and I began to enjoy it some more.
After three huge cums already tonight I didn't think I had another one in me. But I was wrong.
She wiggled and writhed her ass on me grinding her cheeks into my hips. I reached forward and grabbed her boobs fingering the tips and squeezing them like melons.
She began to stroke me with her anus faster and faster, until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me holding her tight. And again I blasted into her still again, this one not as much volume, but every bit as strong.
I limped out of her butt, leaving it gaping wide open. She turned and lay down on her back, her breasts heaving up and down. How I wanted to lean over and suckle one of the nipples in my mouth. But I was just as spent as well, and could not muster the energy.
Somehow we managed to find the strength to dress ourselves and straighten up a bit. The room smelled of sex, dirty sex. Whoever came in here next was going to be able to tell somebody was having a good time in here.
When we had returned to the bar almost half the crowd had gone. I was worried that we would be discovered missing together. But no one seemed the wiser or suspicious. Not even Mike.
Almost toward the end of the evening, when there was just this little core group left, Frankie came up to where I was sitting and sort of confessed everything.
She began, "Mike's had high blood pressure for years, and he had a pacemaker put in two years ago. He's not able to achieve an erection, and he can't take anything for it. I told him that I love him anyway, and I mean it. And he believes me, too, but he knows that I need a certain type of companionship that he can't give me. So he thinks that I sneak around on him and he doesn't appear to mind."
"But you do," I interrupted her.
"No, I don't," she corrected me. "I never have before tonight. You're the first one that I ever did that with. Look around here. These are the people we hang around with. Which one of them do you think I would have an affair with? Be serious. I'm 10 years younger than Mike, probably same age as you. When you walked in that door tonight I got so horny looking at you. You were like a breath of fresh air. I knew I wanted to have fun with you, I just didn't know how what would happen. Man, can you fuck!"
"Me? You were doing a lot of that work yourself. And, girl, can you suck?" I offered.
"Well, I was serious when I said I like to help men feel good. That's such a feeling of power and control, you know. And I figured you been without pussy for so long that you'd need a good preview before the main attraction, eh?" she smiled at me.
As we said our goodbyes Frankie asked me where I was staying.
"Canterbury," I replied as I walked out the door wondering if I did the right thing giving her the name of my apartment complex.
She visited me three or four times a week at my apartment until my family moved down in June. We needed each other at that time, and we serviced each other quite well. My wife and I are now "Junior" members of that group, and we get together for tailgate parties and other events.
And every once in a while Frankie and I dance together, sometimes with the crowd - sometimes not.
� 2015 by Lance Vargas.
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This was wonderful reading the kind of experience that I have had and remember to this day. Getting sex like that is god's gift. Everyone should get it and evey woman should make it her mission in life to give the gift of sex.
Great story!! Thanks for writing it. It is a good mix of lust, desire, and good old-fashion horny fucking. I would love to end in in Brad's shoes. Thanks.!
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