Looking Up To Frances

In an earlier story (“Strip Bar Handy”), I described how a friend’s sister who had become a stripper jacked me off under a table in the bar where she danced. The sister had taken my virginity at a New Year’s party a few years previously, so we knew each other reasonably well. Perhaps a year after the bar handjob, I wound up drinking and smoking at the house Frances rented with her friend Rebecca, who was also an exotic dancer (aren’t euphemisms great?). The three of us got really loaded and nothing sexual happened that night. I crashed on their living room couch and fell asleep with my pants around my ankles while I jerked my cock to fantasies of the two women.

I awoke to the sound of Rebecca putting on her boots in preparation for leaving for the day. With a smile, she complimented me on the thickness of my still-ropy cock and asked that I remember to lock the door behind me if I left before Frances got up. I had the hangover to end all hangovers and made some coffee, planning to have a cup or two before I made my way home. I wound up lying on the shag-carpeted living room floor, reading an old newspaper as I sipped the coffee. My head was under one of those fold-up lawn armchairs that the girls kept around the house as they were convenient for moving around when groups of people were there.

I heard Frances come down the stairs and she saw me as she poked her head into the living room. She went out to the kitchen and got a coffee and sat down on the lawn chair that was over my head. I could almost feel her looking at me through the straps of the chair seat and then she got up and shucked the cutoffs she was wearing, before sitting back down in rather skimpy see-through panties.

I looked up at her gorgeous snatch, noting how she had it trimmed perfectly for the job. Her near-black bush was thick, but no hair escaped the confines of the panties and her meaty cuntlips were very visible. I undid my jeans and pulled them down to liberate my now-hard cock. I got back in position and pressed my face to her pantied cunt, licking her through the gaps in the chair straps and her whorish panties.

She let me eagerly run my tongue up and down her labia for a few minutes and then silently lay down on the carpet beside me, clad in the panties and a loose T-shirt. My cock was copiously leaking pre-cum by now and it lubricated my meat as I dry-humped Frances’ nice big ass. I felt her up good over and then under the T-shirt as I thrust, feeling her big nipples get totally erect. Then I reluctantly let go of her titties and grabbed her by the hips, making a tunnel of assflesh to hump against under her panties.

Maybe I was a little numb from the drinking before and the panty fabric was denying my cock direct contact with Frances’ body, so I was able to piston my meat frantically for a good while before feeling the immanence of one of my huge, gushing cumshots. Frances seemed in tune with me and rolled onto her back and pulled up her T-shirt. “Cum for me, you filthy little boy! I want you to cum all over my tits and face!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I wrapped my fist around my fat, dripping wet cock and beat myself hard for the glory stroke. I spewed rope after rope of thick, hot cum for Frances, coating her big boobs and smiling face with my juices. “Wow! What a load,” she giggled. 

I got dressed again and went home, while she got ready to go to work.