Hostess with the Mostest

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.