Anonymous - Frank and I

I do not know whether the pair knew they were being watched, or not, but at any rate they acted all through the affair in a perfectly natural and unembarrassed way; and they certainly enjoyed themselves.

No time was wasted. The man gave the woman a sounding kiss on her thick red lips, then he stripped to his shut, and taking her on his knees, pulled off her chemise, leaving her stark naked, except for her shoes and her long scarlet silk stockings, which came up to the middle of her thighs, and were gartered with large bows of black ribbon. The woman’s skin was fairly white; and she had immense bubbles tipped with big red nipples, her thighs were massive, and her legs were thick; and the lower pan of her great belly was thickly covered with dark brown hair, which completely hid the slit of her cunt.

The fun began. The man took in his mouth, one after the other, the woman’s nipples, nibbling them and sucking them with apparent relish, at the same rime feeling her body all over with both hands. Next, he laid her face downwards across his knees and played for a rime with her enormous bottom; he stroked it, pinched it all over, and rubbed his hands up and down the division; then pulling the fat cheeks apart, he looked at the spot between them, and grinned. He then began to spank her with no light hand; the noise of the slaps resounding through the room, while the flesh of her fat buttocks quivered like jelly, and her skin rapidly grew red. She bore the pain for a short rime, then she twisted herself round and caught hold of the man’s hands, exclaiming, — in French of course: “That is enough! I won’t have any more spanking.”

She then slipped off his knees, and kneeling at his feet, tucked up his shirt, revealing his whacking great tool standing stiffly erect with its red rip uncovered. Bending her head down, she took into her mouth nearly half the length of the man’s member, and began to “gamahuche” him, at the same time tickling his balls with her fingers, while he, with his eyes gleaming with sensual pleasure, played with her great titties; and I thought he was going to finish the affair in her mouth. But he suddenly jumped up, and taking the woman in his aims, laid her on a couch, and stretched her legs so widely apart, that the loose red lips of her fat cunt gaped open and showed the pink inner lips. Putting his head between her thighs, he buried his face in the forest of hair, and thrusting his tongue up her slit; tickled her clitoris to such an extent that she squirmed about, kicked up her legs, and giggled loudly.

They certainly did spin out their pleasure!

At last, he laid himself down upon her, clasped his hands under her bottom, put his tongue into her mouth, and drove the weapon up to the hilt in the sheath. Then he began to fuck her furiously, and as his shirt was half-way up his back, we could see his bare bottom rising and falling, and his prick working up and down, like the piston of a steam engine, in the woman’s cunt; while she folded her arms round him, threw her legs over his loins, and heaved her bottom up to meet his strokes. He worked quicker and quicker, the woman bounced and wriggled, her whole body quivering under the violence of his thrusts. He came to the short digs, she grunted and writhed; and at last, after a convulsive dig, the spasm seized them both; and we could see the muscles of the man’s bottom stiffen, as he pressed the woman to his breast at the supreme moment; while she wriggled her bottom in grand style as the discharge gushed up her cunt; while at the same time a most ridiculous expression came to her face, and she turned up her eyes till nothing but the whites could be seen. Then, after a final wriggle, they lay in each other’s arms, breathing quickly from their exertions.

He had given her a most lusty poke!

It had been a most lascivious and exciting spectacle, and my cock was aching from its prolonged erection. I rose from my chair and looked at Frances, who had also risen from her seat, and who appeared to be deeply stirred by the scene she had witnessed.

Her face was scarlet, her bosom was heaving, and her great blue eyes, sparkling with desire, seemed to be starting out of her head.

Without saying a word, she put her hands under her clothes, unfastened her drawers, and kicked them off her legs; then going to a couch she laid herself down upon it, and smiled at me invitingly.

Burning with lust, I ran to her, whisked up her petticoats, and got between her outstretched legs; then taking her in my arms, I poked her vigorously, and with one intense feeling of delight. Frances also seemed to feel a very great sensation of pleasure, for she bucked up, and wriggled, even more voluptuously than she usually did.

As soon as we had made ourselves tidy, I rang the bell for Madame Leblanc and settled with her. Then Frances and I left the house, drove to a restaurant, and had a nice little supper; finally reaching our hotel at about one o’clock in the morning. But, late as it was, we sat down to have a talk over the evening’s amusement. After a few general observations on the whole affair; Frances remarked: “There were two things which surprised me very much.”

“What were they?” I asked.

“Why, the woman took the man’s ‘thing’ in her mouth, and appeared to be sucking it; and afterwards the man put his tongue up the woman’s ‘thing.’ We have never kissed each other in that way.”

“No. But we will some time or other; if you think you would like it,” I replied, laughing.

“I am sure I should like it for a change,” she said. “Oh, it must be delicious to be tickled by a soft, warm tongue,” she added, looking at me with glistening eyes, and speaking in a fervent way.

“You would think it delicious for a moment or two, but you would not find it so satisfying as the real thing,” I remarked.

She laughed, saying: “Well anyhow, I’ll try it some day.” Then she went on: “Did you observe what a queer look the woman put on, and how she turned up her eyes at the ‘supreme moment,’ and did you notice how violently she wriggled her bottom? She did look so funny in every way.”

I replied that I had noticed everything. She continued: “I know that I wriggle my bottom a little when you ‘do it’ to me, — I can’t help it, though it seems absurd-but I don’t think I turn up my eyes and look as silly as that woman did.”

“Oh yes, you do,” I said laughing. “All women turn up their eyes and look queer when the spasm seizes them; and they all wriggle their bottoms more or less violently when they feel the ‘stuff’ spurting up them.”

“Well,” she said, “it was exciting to watch the two ‘doing it’; but I must say it was a ridiculous sight to see the two bare bottoms working up and down.”

“Yes, Frances,” I observed, smiling. “I quite agree with you. The action looks most ridiculous, but the sensation is delightful, as you well know.”

“Yes, it is nice,” she said, laughing.

“Well, let us go to bed and practise the movement,” I said, getting up from my chair, and passing through the folding doors into our bedroom. She followed, and in a short rime our bottoms were working up and down, and her eyes were turning up as she wriggled and squirmed in the delicious spasm.

A fortnight passed, and though we did not pay any more visits to Madame Leblanc’s establishment, we amused ourselves very pleasantly in many other ways. It was the middle of April; there was a balmy, spring-like feeling in the air; the trees in the Bois de Boulogne were putting forth their leaves, and the snowdrops and crocuses were in full bloom; so one particularly bright morning we made up our minds to spend the day at Versailles.

As soon as we had breakfasted, Frances arrayed herself in a most dainty toilette; then we left the hotel and walked to the Palais Royal, intending to have a look at the shops before starting on our excursion. But after we had strolled about for a short time, Frances discovered that she had left all her keys and her purse, containing upwards of five pounds, behind her in our bedroom.