0 comments/ 23920 views/ 1 favorites Francie By: C I no longer remember how I first met Francie, but it doesn’t really matter any more. I think it was in a club, but I cannot for the life of me remember the club, and I don’t...for some odd reason...want to ask Francie. Somehow, and I think a mutual acquaintance introduced us, we were immediately attracted to each other. The rest of that evening danced, drank and had a late night or early morning meal at a small diner that I knew in my neighborhood. I have to admit that I had a half-erection just being around Francie. It could have been her perfume, it might have been something she did to my senses...I don’t know, but she was looking more and more appealing and friendly as the night and early morning wore on. In those days I was a bachelor, searching for something or someone to make my life complete. I had been to bed with several woman, but I could not bring myself to settle down with any of them for more than one or two weeks...and that one was a real exception, Monica. Monica turned out to be a lesbian...well, truly, she was, I think, bi-sexual, for she as a very hot number in bed, but she would not stay with me for the day, despite our good times in bed during the night, and our casual ways with each other. I had never known another woman who did not mind walking around my apartment with the lights still on, she dressed in nothing but her panties, me in nothing but a throbbing rigidity. She would pose and tease me until her own panties were damp and my prick was crowned with pre-cum before she would strip of the panties and climb on top of me with a muffled cry of “Oh, God I want a woman!” Despite that strange plea, she would fuck like a mink, nipping my fairly large nipples with her teeth and biting little “love bites” on my neck. Some days after a session with Monica I hardly dared go to the office I maintained downtown. I did not want my secretary, a plain but well-built gal named Cindy, to laugh at me. I’d kidded her enough about hickeys after she’d had a hot date one night. She’d crack a rib guffawing if she could see my neck! Tie and dress shirt collar could be excruciating, I tell you. Anyway, I must have been what the trade calls “cruising” when I met Francie. As I said, we seemed to have an affinity for each other. After the first night out together, we started making regular “appointments” (we called them—lovers have the strangest by-words, don’t we?) to gave dinnr, go dancing...but not to make love, ever in those first few months. I suppose I grew more attractive to her, for God knows she became almost an obsession with me. She and I could talk about almost everything, althoughour philosophies did not match we could discuss anything without too much heat, and none directed at each other, ever. All this, after movies, a live show, dinner, whatever, we’d spend in my apartment, in the livingroom. For a long time I actually had no real desire...other than a normal rising of the appropriate member when we kissed good night...and those were some kisses!. Well, for eight months I didn’t get into Francie’s pants, is what I was truing to say. Perhaps I should tell you what Francie...maybe you’d want to read what I...no, just Francie...looked like. She was very tanned-looking, although I think she was just naturally dark, for her hair was almost black with funny highlights in certain places; she stood about 5'4", with a very nice figure, maybe about 36C-24-35. I know her hips were narrow, and she did not have a big butt, but she was definitely shapely. Francie had long legs, longer than most women I knew, but on her it looked good. She usually wore either dress slacks and a suit coat, with a white, blue or pale green blouse, sometimes with a cute pin on her jacket lapel...or she could wear jeans, which with her long legs were especially attractive...and very tight, showing off her rounded ass, which tough small was “packed.” Shoot, I am about Francie’s height, maybe a half-inch taller...what the Hell was she doing with a guy so short, you ask...and for a guy I’m slim, small bones from my mother, I guess. I was very particular about my grooming and what I wore for any occasion, so perhaps that’s what got Francie liking me so much. At any rate, as I wrote, Francie and I had a darn good time for eight months without going much further than an increasingly hot kiss good night, yeah, I’d touched and fondled her breasts a couple of times, and lately she had not objected. So, here we are almost at the end of one of our dates, not yet ready to go to my place and launch one of our long discussions. “Jack,” she said to me, looking extra serious, “I want you to take me home tonight. We have to talk about something really important to us both.” “Oh?” said I. “Could it be about the two of us?” “Well, try thinking about that while you drive me to my place,” she grinned. When we arrived at a pretty tony looking part of town, Francie said, “Oh, and be sure you use the garage from now on. I’ll get you a sticker.” What? She directed us into this underground garage for one of the apartment buildings. “We take an elevator from here, Jack,” she smiled, holding my hand. I could feel sweat forming on the palm she held. For some reason I was getting extremely nervous. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Jack. Youlove me, don’t you?” She asked that so assuredly that I knew she loved me, too. “Of course I do, Francie. You love me, too, don’t you?” “Well, yes...and that’s part of what we’re going to talk about tonight, Jackie love.” We held each other close as the elevator ascended, nd when the door opened at our destination it was into a large foyer, with what I could see was a big livingroom beyond. This was a most expensive place. “Migawd, Francie, this is yours?” I could not keep the incredulity from my tone. “Yep. All mine, left to me in...well, that’s not so. My great-aunt died several years back...about fifteen, now, and left me a whale of a lot of money and this apartment.” She said this quite simply, not bragging, just making a statement of fact. “But, God, Francie, how can you like a fellow like me...?” I just couldn’t use the word love when I was confronted by this evidence of tremendous wealth. Francie was, for the first time in our friendship, abrupt. “I like short...men, Jackie. You’ll perhaps understand...I hope you will...when we talk. “Want something to eat, dear?” Well, we’d had a decent meal before going to that show, but I was a little peckish. “Yeah, you a good cook, too?” I laughed. “Uhm, I can cook some pretty extraordinary things, Jackie. Have a seat...I think we’ve both had enough to drink this evening, eh?” I had to agree, I did not want another drink, save water maybe. While Francie went to the bathroom to freshen up, I got a glass of cold water out of her refrigerator. It tasted good, I thought. Francie busied herself in the small kitchen...small, but it had everything, flat-top electric range with all the timers and gadgets, separate oven, microwave, refrigerator, dishwasher, garbage disposal, everything. We ate some kind of Oriental food with the plate on our laps as Francie talked. “Jackie, I understand you love me.” I just smiled and waved her a kiss, my mouth wrapped around a hot piece of some meat. “O K. What you’re eating now...I see you’ve finished...will help you a lot in understanding about me...and you. I think you’ve begun to want to take me to bed and make love to me, haven’t you, Jackie?” I felt at that moment the desire of which she spoke. I felt my prick begin to swell and my nipples...remember those big nipples?...to itch. I just nodded. “Well, do you feel any different about yourself, or about me, now, Jackie?” “No.” “You want to live with me, me live with you, the rest of our lives, huh?” “Very much, Francie.” “Jackie, do you like men?” “I get along with my fellow man, if that’s what you’re asking, Francie..” “Not exactly, Jackie. Do yo feel any different, in yourself, Jackie?” Well, I was feeling something in and on my chest, and my prick was very hard. I wanted Francie very much, and I was visualizing, to my astonishment, a prick and balls, not mine. I could not understand that at all, when who I wanted was Francie. “I...feel like I have a swelling on my chest...Francie, I’ve got... Do I have breasts?” Now I could feel them, tightness, my nipples pouching my shirt and undershirt forward. I looked down, and I did indeed have to rounded swellings on my chest...I could see my nipples! “Yes, Jackie you have breasts. You also have a slimmer waist, my dear. See, you’re what I want, Jackie. You want to make love to me, don’t you?” “Oh, please, Francie. I can’t stand this any longer.” “Stand what, Jackie?” “This hurting hard-on, my breasts aching to hold you against them, I want you in me...please, Francie!” I did, I meant I wanted Francie to stick her finger up my anus...why, I didn’t know. Francie had started to undress, her blouse and suit coat on th floor already. I was also getting out of my clothing as fast as I could, I had such a need for her now, I had been quite truthful when I said I wanted her inside me! I think I knew what we were as soon as we were both naked and staring at each other. “Oh, God, Jackie, you are so-o good looking!” were Francie’s first words. I looked down at myself. I had two very nice looking breasts, firm, shapely, my nipples sticking out in my heat; below as a slim waist, a flat tummy, and a long, jumpy cock, just waiting for Francie. She was posing now, one hand behind her head, the other on her hip as she turned slightly sideways to me, her lovely cock bobbing as she laughed. “Like it, do you?” she grinned, looking at me seriously with those lovely eyes. “Yes, Francie, I’m happy to be your Jackie. Let’s make love, babes!” I could not wait for the feel of that lovely penis sliding up my ass, or the feel of her mouth and throat around my own prick. We fell on each other, devouring. Francine Francine Four years of celibacy are about to end today. I can sense it. My bank account has been foremost on my mind, currently with a stated balance of $1.17. I really don't care and I want to drink tonight. So I step up to the plate and withdraw another $100 cash advance off my Visa card so I have money to drink. I go home, and heat up a can of Spaghettios on the stove while I listen to Ron Ashton on my black Sony box, and the food heats up. I wolf down the Spaghettios, put on my coat and head out into the Seattle twilight. I reach the Comet Tavern at about 7:00 and immediately order a LaBatt's. There is a Mariner's game against the California Angels in progress on TV that I sit down and watch for awhile as the beer flows into my heart and mind, filling me with an urge to seek. After a couple of these and an hour of alternating between the newspaper and baseball, I go over to the pool tables and put my name on the list, parking my ass down on a beer keg in the corner as I wait my turn. I haven't played pool in years, but I don't care. After a short wait, my turn comes up and I start playing this dude with greasy black hair and sideburns who is done up in leather and a T-shirt that says "Kill 'em all! Let God Sort 'em Out!" He lets me break and I get a pretty decent shot, scattering the balls about the table. He then proceeds to knock in the first three balls. I realize that I'm glad I don't have any money riding on this game. He misses his fourth shot. My next shot doesn't even hit the #10 ball that I was aiming for. He then sinks three more in a row, before I finally get the #6 to go in. When it does go in, I look up and see this woman with cat glasses and her black hair in a bob standing by the phone looking at me and smiling. I look back and am overcome with sudden anxiety and whatever confidence I do have begins to erode. I haven't had sex in four years. I haven't been on a date in four years. I haven't had a woman give me her phone number in four years. I haven't had a woman smile at me in four years. I look down and ponder my next shot while my opponent keeps sinking more balls. I have been long resigned to the fact that this game isn't going to last much longer and my anxiety is totally in control. My opponent sails along until only the 8 ball is left, but he fails to sink it, giving me a reprieve of sorts, and I go on about my business of trying to make this game respectable. I am able to knock in the #3 ball on a tricky corner shot and I look up. She is still smiling at me as she smokes and talks with her friends. She has a strange offbeat aloofness that I like, along with soft pale white skin, a pug nose, special cool lips and hard high cheekbones. It is a dark and sweet face with honest blue eyes intense and glittering. It is a face I have seen in daydreams early in the morning or late at night masturbating. I want to kiss her, but I have no notion of doing this. My last shot leaves the cue ball only inches from the 8 ball, which is only inches from the side pocket, and my opponent easily taps it in. He comes over and shakes my hand and I hand my cue stick over to the next guy in line and I get up the courage to head over to the bar where the woman is standing. "Hi, I'm Jack," I say as my mouth sudden dries. "I'm Francine," she replies extending her hand. "Can I tell you something?" "Sure," I say. "The reason none of your shots go in is because you aren't hold the stick right," she says. "I figured as much. I haven't played that much, so I really wouldn't know. I did get three shots in, though," I point out. "I don't play either. My brother does, and he taught me how to play." I want to get another beer in me as soon as I can, so I get another pint. She gives me some money and asks me to get her one, too. Soon we sit down at a table with about five of her friends and continue talking and drinking. They are all younger than me, including Francine, and they talk about classes they are taking at Seattle Central, or their jobs, or a myriad of other things I am too nervous to pay attention to. I sit quietly, though and try to listen to them as I go through a couple of beers, but my attention is drawn away by the ballgame or the music being played or the other girls walking around. At some point, her friends then pick up on that fact that she wants to get friendly with me and begin to leave us one by one. Finally we're alone with a full pitcher of beer. "Do you like to read?" she asks. "Yeah. I'm actually reading a booked called 'Memos From Purgatory' by Harlan Ellison." "Oh wow! I liked that one. I also like 'The Glass Teat'," she said, intrigued. She looks around and then back at me and her eyes have that same glow they did when she saw me playing pool, and then she takes my hand. We keep drinking and talking, but I don't remember what about, and before long I see that it is almost 2 am according to the clock on the wall. We have gone through two pitchers of beer and she wants to go home. We get up and go outside into a gentle mist that has begun to fall. The last of the Comet crowd has gathered outside in the rain to smoke and talk and there is mention of some after hours party nearby. "You wanna come over?" she asks. I'm pretty drunk now, but this has done nothing to quell my nerves. I say yes, but in the back of my mind I am prepared for something to happen, like seeing her boyfriend or husband there, or a group of her friends there playing some game, or any other situation than us being alone. She lives over by Cornish, so we take a cab over to her apartment on Aloha Street. In the cab she sits close to me, taking my hand again, and some and at that point the four years of celibacy along with five hours of drinking vanquish my insecurities and I lean over and plant a kiss on her. "Thanks," she says, squeezing my hand, and in return gives me a deep tongue kiss, pulling me down over the back seat of the cab. We get to her apartment and she goes in first and tells me to close the door. She runs over and turns on some lights and then comes back to me standing in the doorway and looks right into my eyes. "I want to have a staring contest," she says. She gazes into my eyes for about 90 seconds and slowly moves closer and closer to me. She doesn't blink for that whole time and I don't want to blink. By now, our noses are almost touching and we remain locked on each other to the exclusion of everything going on around us. She has moved a little closer, and then still a little closer than that to the point where are lips are almost touching, but not quite yet. Finally she gently takes my face, closes her eyes, and gives me a slow, soft kiss. Her lips barely touch mine, and mine hers as I go along. I have an impulse to stick my tongue in a little bit but I hold off on this as we continue this soft kissing. "How about staying over?" she asks, taking both hands. I consent. She strokes my hair and says she loves it, and then on a dime we start kissing madly in the apartment, our tongues twisting and turning as we roll around on the floor of the entryway. She pulls my hair and I pull hers and she hurriedly gets up and leads me by the hand into her bedroom. We stumble in there and she slips off her skirt and blouse I take off my shirt. She takes off her bra revealing small breasts with very erect nipples which I gently brush with the back of my hand as she opens my pants and drops them and starts going down on me. The drinking has done nothing to induce impotence and she gently kisses the swollen purple head a few times, looking up at me as she does before licking up and down the shaft a few times. Then she cups my dick in both hands as she slowly bobs her head back and forth, licking the top and tasting my pre-cum of the as she comes up each time. She gently grabs my balls and I think I'm about to shoot, but I don't. She stops and looks up at me as she slowly strokes my cock. "Are you ready to fuck me now?" I help her up and then she removes her black panties. She stands right before me completely naked. Her nipples are still hard and she has a beautiful thick bush. She takes me to her bed and pulls me down on top of her. We embrace and kiss and roll around on the bed as I kiss and gently bite those nipples. She grips my back hard and then has my lie on my back. She gets up and takes my dick in her hand as she gets in position to get on top of me. I can feel the heat from her pussy as she get closer to me and it is hot and wet and I almost scream as I feel the heat on the inner walls as she guides me in slowly for the first time. She gasps when I go in for the first time and slowly begins to moan. She moves around slowly looking straight at me. "You feel good," she says, rocking back and forth. Then she picks up the pace and bounces up and down and begs me to thrust deeper and I do and I am pounding her and she starts riding me faster and faster and she almost bends my dick a couple of times. I look up at her and I feel the warmth begin to rise up my cock and she knows I'm gonna cum and we look into each others eyes as I explode inside of her, and she collapses on top of me. At about 5:00, my natural alarm wakes me up. I have to be at work and I will have to get back to my place to clean up, but I hang around for another hour or so vainly trying to get back to sleep. After about another hour of this, I give up and I nudge Francine gently and when she stirs I tell her I have to go. She's half-asleep, but she smiles at me as I'm getting dressed. She roles over and grabs a piece of paper and a pen off the floor somewhere and writes down her phone number and asks me to call her some time, and I give her a kiss before I leave. When I'm outside, I fish through my pockets and find my wallet and realize I've spent more than $75, but I am able to hail a cab on Broadway to take me back to the brownstone and I quickly jump in the shower, make some instant coffee, get dressed for work, and dash out the door at 7:30, fully confident I will be at Triple A over by the Space Needle by 8, which I am. This is a data entry job, and I type in numerical data of some sort or another until 5 pm, and when I get home from work, I fall on the bed and go to sleep immediately. I never see or hear from Francine again. Francine's First Time It was Francine's first time away from home she was happy to be away from her parents and to start her new journey called college life. She looked outside and noticed that the leaves on the trees were changing colors. In a few weeks the leaves would become purple, orange, and yellow and these same leaves would fall to the ground. Yesterday, was her eighteenth birthday and now she was an adult but something was missing she did not feel like an adult. She has not been exposed to anything. Her parents never allowed her to date while she was in high school and of course she could not have a boyfriend. Now, that she was eighteen and on her own away from home she was going to enjoy college life to its fullest. Yes, the parties, the sororities and the boys. Whoa! Just the thought of it made her head spin. Francine was a petite curvaceous African-American female with chestnut brown hair down to her shoulders and big honey brown eyes. She had a dimple on her cheek. As she continued to look outside her dorm window she noticed a tall, dark, handsome, basketball player as he jogged down the road. She noticed his tanned legs and wondered whether he was off to the gym to work out or if he was late for class. She looked at her class schedule and noticed she had a biology class in fifteen minutes. So, she grabbed her book bag and a jacket and ran downstairs to the roadway. Even though, she had spent the summer on campus she sometimes had a hard time finding the right room number in the right building for the class she had to attend. She made it through the door just in time to collide into the basketball player she saw just a few minutes ago. Their eyes met and so did their heads not to mention their books. Everything, notebook papers, pencils, pens, textbooks, everything was scattered across the floor. "Hi, I am Francine." She extended her hand to the stranger. "Just call me clumsy Vincent." "Well, that is a strange name." " Yeah, I am good with the basketball but clumsy in every other way." " Well we better have a seat before the professor gets upset." They both sat down and listened to a sixty minute lecture on dominant and recessive genes. "Boy, I am glad that this lecture is over." A red head with large red glasses said. " You telling me, I know this is going to be a long semester." A blonde female replied. "Francine!" "Wait up!!!" Francine turned around to see the tall basketball player. "Hey!" "We are having a party this Friday as a welcome back kind of thing for the new school year. Do you wanna come." "Who is we?" "Oh I am sorry, I meat my fraternity Sigma Omega Epsilon." "Yes, I will be there." "Good, here is a card with the location and directions. See you there at 9 pm." Francine couldn't wait for the weekend to come around. She, went through the week contemplating what she should wear and whether she should make Vincent her first. See, that was her dilemma Francine had never been kissed before, never been touched before, never been touched before. She was as pure as a new white lily on a Spring day. This is what stopped her from feeling like a woman. On Friday night Francine dressed in a short red dress that had spaghetti straps and a low back. The dress was just above her knees. She pulled her thick chestnut curls on top of her head and wore a pair of silver heels with a little sliver purse. She walked to the fraternity house and opened the door just in time to hear the sounds of Ciara's "Oh-no." This party looked quite interesting; the dance floor was already filled with boys and girls dancing. From across the room she spotted Vincent. He was looking debonair in a light blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants. His hazel eyes were beaming and his caramel skin glowed. Damn, he was too fine, she thought. Francine walked over to Vincent and he gave her a hug. They both walked to the dance floor and slow danced to "Just the two of us." She felt his arms around her waist and built enough courage to pull him closer to her and kiss him on the lips. " Oh my this man was so sexy." Francine thought. " Let's go somewhere more private." Vincent said to Francine. "Sure." Francine said. Vincent took Francine upstairs and down the hallway to a closed door and took out his keys to open the door. As soon as he opened the door he turned on the lights and Francine could see a room with a queen size bed. The room was not that big but it was decorated for a jock. There were posters of basketball and football players. Vincent closed the door behind him and reached for Francine. "Mmm... you smell so good." Vincent said. "Really." Francine said. " Do you taste as good as you smell?" Vincent asked. "Well I don't know, you tell me didn't you kiss me?" Francine asked. "You know what I mean." Vincent answered. "No, I don't." Francine replied. "Well I guess I will just have to find out." Vincent commented. He pulled her close to him and started to kiss her while he tried to take the red dress off. He pulled the dress down to her waist and exposed her large naked breasts. The nipples were erect and aching to be touched. Vincent used one hand to cup the right breast and lowered his head to suck on the left nipple. He lifted her up at that moment and carried her to the bed. Where he finished undressing her and then he took off his clothes. Francine looked at the tall, naked, sexy black man in front of her and the size between his thighs and thought how was his big thick penis going to fit. "Relax." Vincent said as he kissed Francine from head to toe. His lips and tongue savored her peach like flavor and moved slowly from her nipples down to her abdomen and lingered between her thighs. By this time she was very wet and moaning. Vincent then opened her legs and used the tip of his tongue to lick the skin in between her thighs and then, moved his lips to her punnanni and used his fingers to spread the twat and bury his tongue on her clit. And proceeded to drink from her nectar. "Damn, Vincent I feel like I am about to explode."" "Come for me baby."" Vincent put one finger inside her punnanni and then another as Francine started to buck he felt the juices starting to flow. He took his fingers out and put them in his mouth to taste her juices. Then, he kissed her lips and positioned himself above her and slowly put his dick in her punnanni. "Oh God!!!" Francine screamed. " Damn Girl you are soooooo tight." At that moment Vincent realized that Francine was a virgin that he had deflowered her. Boy this time he couldn't hold back he had to plunge deeper and harder into her twat and ride her to the pinnacle of pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped looked in her eyes and then started again to move faster and deeper bucking and shaking as he filled her hole with all his cum. "That was good." Vincent said. "Yes it was for my first time." Francine said. "Well, the night is still young. Let's try it again." Vincent said. Francis Francis walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror admiring her new bathrobe that her mother had bought her just yesterday. She did not bother opening it up to look at her body because she didn't like her body. She thought of herself as fat and had no desire to be looking at it. She was not actually fat. Yes, she had some extra pounds but was not that bad. Her attitude came from her early teen years when she actually had been very fat, and now that she was 18 years old she did not realize that she had grown taller without getting any wider. She had grown out of her baby fat and into a fine although big boned woman. The boys at her high school had noticed. They liked looking at her almost as much as they liked looking at the cheer leaders, but she did not notice them noticing her because she had grown shy having been teased so much during her middle school years. In point of fact, Francis had something that none of the cheer leaders could match. She had the finest set of tits in the whole school (36 DD). There were movie stars paying good money to plastic surgeons to get breasts like Francis had naturally, and all the boys at school loved them. However, not one boy in the school had the nerve to say a thing to her about them. When they had been in middle school and had teased her, they found that when they had finally gotten her to stop looking at the ground.... well, she could throw a better punch than most men. Not one of them wanted to get her dander up in any way at all. So it was that no one at all ever pointed out her finest attribute to her. Now, let us not get the idea that Francis had no friends. She had seven very good friends who lived within a two block radius of her home. They had met before they could walk or talk. Their mothers' were all very good friends and each one of them (as kids) had come to the others birthday parties, and other such events growing up. There had always been one mother who could baby sit for the others. So in short, they seven had grown up together. There was Jim, Frank, Kevin, Sam, Bob, Bill, and Jane. Jane being the only other girl in this group was Francis's very best friend. They could share all those things together that young girls share. That is, at this time of life, talk of boys and future sex (seeing that they both were still virgins). I guess it might seem odd but the boys of their own group were never the subject of these conversations. It had something to do with their growing up together and being such good friends, something psychological. That, however was about to change. Oh, I guess I should tell you something of what Jane looked like. She was the opposite of Francis. Where Francis was a little over weight and big boned, 5'9", Jane was small 5'4" and skinny as a rail. Where Francis had 36 DD breast, Jane had small breasts that were just a handful. Where Francis had a face that was nice to look at, Jane had a face and eyes that were hard to look away from, even for many straight girls. These young folk had developed a habit over the years. This was to meet at Francis's home ever afternoon, after school, or work as the case was with Jim and Bill who had both graduated school and were working at earning a living for themselves now. They also would come together on most Saturdays and many Sundays. They came together spontaneously, and that at the home of Francis because her home happen to be the best of all of them. Her mother was a corporate lawyer and worth a bunch of money. Her father was dead many years now. The home after school and on many weekends was empty of adult type persons, and it had the best TV, the best VCR, the best computer system, and lots and lots of food all the time. In fact Francis's mother had set her up with her own charge accounts at certain select area stores for food, clothing, and school supplies. Oh, and at a local video store. As Francis was admiring her new robe in her mirror the intercom from the front door buzzed. Upon answering, she found that it was Frank and Bob, whom she buzzed in, informing them that she was up stairs and they should come on up. They had just entered the room when Kevin and Samuel buzzed as well and received the same message. On this afternoon Francis already knew that Jane would not be coming, having a doctor's appointment. Jim and Bill would still be at work until 4:30 PM at the least. That was an hour away. There had been one thing new going on the Francis's home seeing as how they were all 18 now. They had been using her computer to log into adult web sites. Looking at the pictures of people having sex and reading adult stories. One of the boys had started it. Francis didn't even remember which one. However, they still were not looking at each other in a sexual way, or were not admitting to such thoughts to each other. They were in a way studying sex. This afternoon was no exception. They, after talking a little, went right to the computer. They went right to a free site which they had gained entry into through the use of Frank's father's credit card number. It was actually an adult verification service that had samples of many other picture gallery sites in it. From there they went, for the first time, to a group sex site and began looking at the pics and reading some stories. It was not long before Francis was getting a feeling that she was often experiencing lately. She wanted to finger herself. It did not help that she was naked under her very soft robe. Francis used her fingers for pleasure very often and thought she even knew what a climax was. Well, in a way she did. She had little orgasms from using her fingers. Nothing as good as she would have in the future but orgasms never the less. Francis looked around the room carefully. Each of the boys had very nice looking boners in their trousers. These pictures and stories were having effects on them as well. She wished she could effect boys in that way. (Of course she did but did not know she did.) Francis began wondering, (not for the first time) what those boners looked like in real life. Francis was sitting on her bed. The boys were crowded around the computer. Some in chairs and some standing. Her bedroom was very large having even room for a sofa but they wanted to get in close and see the pictures. Francis liked looking as well but did not want to make it so obvious to the guys. Then it happen. Bob made a comment about the boobs on a girl on the computer and Kevin forgetting himself said, "Oh, ya there ok but I bet Francis's look allot better than that." The room went silent. No male in the room breathed and even Francis heal her breath for a moment in surprise. Poor Kevin thought his head would cave in at any moment. "What did you say" said Francis, but in a soft questioning voice. Kevin turned his head sheepishly. "Well, it is the truth Fran" "I have never seen a better set of knockers than you have." "You have got to be kidding?!!" Comes back Francis. "No he is not Fran" says Bob. "He is right and every boy in the school would agree if they were not scared of getting a busted head." "Well, I am not going to bust the head of anyone in this room. You guys are my buds. Thank you for the complement Kevin." Francis said, and turned red with embarrassment at the same time. But she also was thrilled at the idea that guys did like something about her. At that moment the buzzer sounded again and Jim and Bill were there. Also at that moment Francis's mother called saying that she would be very late do to depositions that she needed to take from some witnesses. This was not out of the ordinary. Francis would be cooking for herself tonight, or maybe ordering pizza! She threw the idea at the guys and they all very gladly agreed and as she used one phone line to make the order they all use the other to call home letting families know they were eating out. Then Jim and Bill turned off the computer and started turning on the TV and VCR and in almost no time the advertisements and the start of an adult XXX tape were showing on the TV. This was another first for the group. They had never watched an adult video before. Some movies had come close but never a true XXX tape. But now they were all 18 and Jim and Bill had jobs and money. The tape was billed on the box as an instructional video but it was true XXX. In that first thirty minutes Everyone was getting very turned on by the tape and making comments about the movie. Like Fran asking "can she really be enjoying it as much as she is acting like?" Or how can he stand to lick her there?" The guys made more comments about girls bodies, and how much they cock they could swallow. The pizza came just before the thirty minutes was up but even while eating the comments kept on coming until someone said it again. "They are not as nice as Fran's." It was Jim this time and he stopped breathing until Bob said, "Kevin already pointed that out before you came." "Oh, said Jim turning to look at Fran. "He is still alive, so I am safe then too?" "Yes Jimmy, your safe and thank you." Was Fran's reply. "Franny?" asks Samuel. "Can I ask you something without getting killed?" "Yes Sam, ask what you want." Francis says while eating another bite of pizza. "Can we see them?" Sam had been eyeing her leg just above her knee and was wondering just what she was wearing under her robe. Francis stopped chewing for a minute. And eyed all the boys. Then she chewed some more thinking about it. Then she put the pizza down and eyed them all again with this observation. "If I show them to you I show them to everyone in the room." "If I am going to show you all what I got, then you are all going to show me just what you got there standing at attention in your pants." Now it was the boys turn to think about this deal, but not for long. Bill asks the next question. "If we drop our pants and show you then you show us your tits?" "Well", says Fran, "If I show you my tits I would just about be showing you everything because I have nothing on under this robe and it would be difficult to keep it together." "Therefore, I don't want you just to drop your pants. I want to see you in your birthday suits." Bill however was not slow. He started right into stripping by pulling his T shirt over his head. All the rest follow his example. Some faster some slower until Fran had six beautiful cocks to stare at. She did not hesitate even for a moment. She stood up. She undid the belt, and dropped her robe open, then slid it off herself and tossed it into a chair in a far corner indicating that she was going to stay the way she was. The boys seeing this stashed there clothing into different corners and under chairs around the room all the while admiring the body of their dear friend Francis. "Girl, you are beautiful" says Frank making the first statement after disrobing. "You all look pretty good to me to Frank." Says Fran in return. "Oh, and Sam, you can touch yourself if you need to, I know about masturbation." She says, seeing his hand wanting to move in that direction. "In fact I would not mind seeing it shoot of if you can." She says. "Oh, I can, and could in just a minute or two but I would rather make the pleasure last a little longer." Sam replies. "OK Sam, but if you are going to shoot let me know so that I can see, please." Sam's reply is a smile. All the boys are touching themselves now. Some more some less depending on how close they were to coming, and their heads turn back to the movie with their minds still on the naked female in the room. As their heads turn back to the TV Fran also starts touching herself. "I wonder what Jane would be saying right about now if she were here?" questions Fran as much to herself as to anyone else. "I can't say for sure" says Kevin looking back at Fran fingering herself. "But I would like to see her naked too. Her breasts may not be as big as your breasts are." (His eyes not leaving her pubic area.) "but I bet they are mighty pretty too." "Yea, I would bet they are too" says Bob, "but you could not do this with them." He points at a girl being tit fucked in the movie. "No I guess you couldn't but I sure would like to be able to touch them and kiss them and suck them, Oh, fuck, Fran I am coming" says Jim and Fran looks in time to see the spray of white juice fly out of the end of Jim's cock to land on the TV and the floor in front of it. "Oh, God" says Fran fingering herself faster. "I didn't know they could shoot that far." Then there is a cry from Kevin as he also shoots off his load. Followed by Frank, and then Bob and Bill, and finally Sam. Each one hitting the TV and the floor in front of it, and in the middle of all the male ejaculation Fran also has a very nice climax, better than any she has ever had before. "Mmmmmmmm". she moans biting her bottom lip trying to keep the noise down."That was wonderful to see. "Mmmmmmm!" There is a moment or two of recovery time for everyone. The boys taking time to look at Franny realizing that she to has gotten off. Then someone looks back at the TV and states, "Hay, we can't see the movie anymore!" "Oh, I'll fix that" says Fran who wobbles into the bathroom. Be right back. Taking only a moment to clean herself some Fran comes back with paper towels and glass cleaner. As she cleans the TV the boys work on the carpet. Soon the picture is back and now the girl is giving a blow job to a guy. "You ever do that to anyone Fran?" Asks Kevin. "No, never even been kissed Kev." "I mean who would want to be kissing on a fat thing like me?" "Don't you be saying things like that girl!" cries Frank. And he scoots over and puts an arm around her shoulders. "This is not fat" he says rubbing her belly with his right hand." "A pound or two more than your doctor would like but girl we here love all of it." "Why 50-75 years ago a girl like you would have been a great pin up and the skinny girls now showing off would have gotten no where at all." "Thank you Frank" she says. "You are sweet to say that." And she holds on to his hand on her belly for a moment or two. It is making her pussy tingle and she likes it. Then Frank looks her in the eyes and questions, "Never been kissed you say?" "No Frank, not yet" is her reply, and so without any further talking Frank begins kissing her and she begins enjoying the feel of a man's lips on her lips and her breasts with nipples rock hard pressing into his chest. When they come up for breath all other eyes in the room are on them and Francis looks back into each set of eyes and says, "Oh, I love you guys so much! This is wonderful!" "Hay, Fran?" asks Kevin. "Yes Kev?" answers Fran. "You never have gone down on a guy, but how about a guy going down on you, like that?" Kevin points at the TV. There on the TV the girl is being eaten by one of the guys. "No Kev. Not that either." She answers. "Would you want to try it?" He asks and her eyes go back to the TV for a moment and then back to his. "You want to do that to me?" "Yes I would if you would like." "Ok Kev" and with her already sitting on the edge of the bed Frank lays her down and starts kissing her again as Kevin moves into place. Then Franks hand brushes across her left nipple just as Kevin gives her the first kisses along the lips of her pussy and her back arches in pleasure. As Frank moves his mouth down to take her right nipple into his mouth Kevin's tongue gets in and licks from bottom to top between her nether lips and then as Bill joins Frank on her nipples Kevin's tongue hits her clit and the earthquake begins. Her back arches again and pushes her pussy up into Kevin's face fixing it so that now his nose is rubbing against her clit and she squeals with the pleasure. This goes on for a few minutes more. Kevin leaves his face buried in her cunt with his nose rubbing on her clit and his tongue fucks up into her love canal. For Fran the orgasm is tremendous, rolling over her body and mind becuase of Kevin's not letting up until he runs short of breath. When he does come up for air Fran has a moment or two to settle back down. Then as Kevin starts in again Fran has a thought and pulls Bill off her nipple and up towards her own head where he kisses her. As they break the kiss Fran says, "Give me your cock to suck on. I want to know what it is like." Bill gives no argument and in a moment Fran is experimenting with licking and sucking a cock for the first time in her life. Sam replaces Bill on her nipple so that both nipples are still being sucked and licked and kissed while her pussy is being eaten. Bill is on Fran's right hand side and so she uses her right hand to play with his balls as she experiments sucking and trying to swallow his dick, and as things would have it she is successful and suppressing her gag reflects and swallowing him into her throat. As she does she feels his cock swell and his balls draw up and knows she is about to receive from him his man seed. Even prepared for his cum Fran finds that she cannot swallow it all and some leeks out onto the bed. As she cleans him off she notices that Kevin is trying to jack himself off as he is eating her. She is again near to a orgasm and pulls Samuel up to suck on his dick as Bill moves around her to replace Frank on her left nipple. But before taking Sam into her mouth she speaks to Kevin. "Just put it in me Kev, just fuck me please!" So without much hesitation Kevin takes his wet face out from between her legs and positions himself. As she starts in on sucking Samuel he inserts himself in part way stopping at her hymen. He then pulls out and pushes back in, stopping again just short of taking her virginity. Fran however is far beyond worrying about being hurt and on Kevin's third time into her she thrusts her hips up impaling herself on his dick and breaking her own hymen, and she moans in pleasure around the dick in her mouth as she feels Kevin's pubic hair mesh with her own. Kevin, however is to far gone and lasts only about three thrusts more and blasts his load deep within her. Seeing that Fran is just beginning her next orgasm Frank (Who had been replaced on her nipple by Bill.) pushes Kevin out of the way and inserts himself into her pussy trusting deep and hard. Fran notices not at all the change as she is reaching about a number 9 on the Richter scale. She cannot concentrate on the dick in her mouth, but screams around it as the climax hits her. Samuel watching all this starts pumping his seed down her throat. Fran, of course. can't swallow it all and much leaks out onto the bed. Her ogasam is coming in waves with each thrust of Frank's dick into her. Frank cannot last long either and empties himself deep within Fran and all wilt down onto the bed. This last only for a moment or two as Fran spots Jimmy laying over on the other side of the bed with a stiff dick in his hand. "Oh no you don't" she cries out and jumps over one of the other guys to straddle Jim and take his dick deep within her. She feels his balls actually enter in between her nether lips as she rocks back and forth on his manhood as she had seen the girls on the tape do. She however does not notice Bob sitting in a near by chair with his own tool in hand. Bob however is inspired by a container of hand cream beside the chair. He takes the bottle and covers his dick with it and stands up climes into the bed and without so much as a by your leave thrusts deep into her ass. Fran having no warning has no time to tighten up but screams in surprise and a moment of pain but Bob is so well lubed up the pain does not last and is replaced with pleasure. Jim under her and Bob behind her find a rhythm. One is pulling out as the other is thrusting in, but neither lasts long and as they pump their seed into her Francis reaches orgasm once more shaking from head to foot and collapsing onto Jim under her and then rolling off completely spent. Francis Meets a Black Stud First some background: I am a male, about 5'5', athletic and have long light brown hair and fair skin. I was on the swim team in high school and college. In college I had started shaving my legs and arms to cut down on drag in the water. My girlfriend at the time liked and eventually talked me into shaving my entire body. She eventual talked me into having all of my unwanted body hair removed using a laser hair removal gadget that she used on her legs. This included all hair below my neck and part of my facial hair too. After several treatments I was surprised to find out that it was permanent. It seemed as if we would be married, so, what she wanted, she got. In our senior year we broke up, she wanted to explore new things. Currently, I am in my late twenties and travel around quite a bit through the US. My work never allows me to be in any one place more than a few months. When I am working it is usually 3 months on (7days per week) and one month off, but this varies depending on the projects. This doesn't allow for much of a social life, but I make a lot of money. I roll around with a 5th wheel and usually stay in a campground and try to be away from everyone else as much as possible. Sometimes this works, other times not. Since I do not have much of a social life, I masturbate a lot and have enjoyed a lot of different types of internet porn. I smoke pot, but usually only in the evenings when I masturbate. This makes it a lot more fun and I enjoy some pretty wild porn when I am stoned. Sometimes, while masturbating I will smoke a lot and get really stoned and this can make me get a little kinky. I consider myself straight, but have masturbated with, dildos and butt plugs. Sometimes when I am really worked up I will put on some women's underwear etc and have experimented with some make up too as well as using a cock ring and binding my balls. I think I look pretty hot when I wear make up and lingerie and I think I look pretty hot and have even masturbated while looking at myself in the mirror. I can also suck my own dick; well not really I can get the head and a little bit more in my mouth. I have never been able to cum like this, but I have shot cum into my mouth and on my face. I found it did not taste bad and I liked it because it was nasty and when I was made up, I looked really hot with cum strung on my face, but cumming with my dick in my mouth eluded me. I do like to tease myself right up to the edge and then deny myself release and repeat the process. One time when I was doing this and was very, very close. I lifted my legs over my head, put my dick in my mouth, started licking my dick and then started to fuck myself with a dildo. Then the most amazing thing happened. I started to cum and shot a huge load directly into my mouth with mt lips wrapped tightly around my dick. It was the most amazing feeling to have my dick firmly in my mouth and to have cum squirting out of it and into my mouth, this aroused me even more and I came very hard. After I calmed down a bit I was still hard and excited, I then masturbated and came again within a few minutes and came again it was amazing. I got stuck in this habit for a while. I also exhibit some risky behavior. I like to walk around outside naked and masturbate. I do not expose myself to anyone and don't do this in any risky places, usually I will do this somewhere in a remote area near the campground in the wee hours of the morning when I am certain not to be seen by anyone. Well this all leads up to my current situation. I had recently taken up hiding the spare key to my camper someplace close to the campground, walking out of my camper in gym shorts, tennis shoes and nothing else. If no one was parked near my camper, lock the door, walk for a short distance, take off my shorts and then go to get my key. Sometimes I will just walk out with nothing on but tennis shoes. I am always stoned and usually take a joint with me. I will masturbate along the way and will often have some kind of lube waiting with my key. I really like to tease myself by getting really close to orgasm only to stop and light up or something. Well it had been a long holiday weekend and the campground had been packed with families. I had not had a chance to masturbate in 5 days and today I hoped the campground would be nearly empty when I got back. It was! There was one camper on the far side of the campground, at last I have some privacy and I was very horny. I took my spare key and went to a place that I had found recently and placed it on a limb. I had eaten on the way back, had a little puff, set my alarm for 11:00pm and went to sleep. It was only 7:30 and I could not do anything for a while and if I did what I planned, I would be up pretty late and needed some rest. My plan tonight is to wake at 11, give myself an enema then shower and come back to my camper, puff up, make myself up and get dressed in a little mini skirt and half tank top, with hose, panties and a small bra, along with nails and eyelashes. I wanted to be dressed fully as a girl tonight and going for a walk. I was also thinking about a cock ring and binding my balls with a strap and maybe weights with a lock. After this I would pack my purse with 2 types of lube, some astroglide for the butt plug I would use later, and some vaseline to masturbate with, 2 joints and a lighter. I wanted to be really high for this and I had some of the killer. All this should take about 1-2 hours. After I was ready I will walk out the door and lock it behind me and walk to the ladies bath house, puff up, then insert the butt plug, then go and get my key and be back in by 3:30 or 4 am for a couple more hours sleep before work. I woke up at 11, gave myself an enema and headed to the bathhouse; I showered and used some sexy smelling soap and shampoo. Dried off really good, gathered my things, and since no one was around, wrapped my towel around me and headed to my camper. The cook night air felt good flowing around my naked body. When I got back to the camper, I put on my cock ring, took a couple of hits off my pipe opened a folder of porn videos on my computer and hit random, the screen was suddenly filled with a cute white girl with a mouth full of black cock (when getting fixed up, I listen to porn more than I watch it). I then put on my stockings, panties and 4" high heel clogs, and then sat down in front of my mirror took a few hits from my pipe. I was already super turned on at this point, so I played with my dick for a few minutes before I began to fix my hair. I then took another hit and began carefully applying my makeup. I also had a black rubber cock on my make table standing straight up. It is about the same size as my dick, around 7". I can get most of it in my mouth easily and have managed to get enough of it in mouth so that my chin was resting on its black balls from time to time. I would take a puff, play with myself while I watched the black cock slipping into my mouth in the mirror and imagining that the girl I heard on the video was me. I finished my hair, make up and nails by 12:45 and then inserted some small breast forms into my bra, put on my skirt, top and then checked myself out in the mirror. Everything seemed awkward with the nails but, damn I looked hot! I sucked on the black cock for a few minutes watching myself in the mirror, took a couple of hits, and then touched up my lipstick. After this I put a leather strap around my balls and put a small pad lock on it and put a small dog collar around my neck that said "SLUT" on it and put a small lock on it too. I left the keys to the lock beside the black cock in front of the mirror, walked out the door, locked it and closed it tight. I was now committed, I could not take the collars off of my dick or neck until I first went and got the key to my camper. I was very stoned and the sexual high was invigorating! I slowly walked to the ladies bath house, when suddenly I noticed that the light was on in the camper across the way, but then thought that no one would be out at this hour. I lit a joint and began my trek to the ladies room, went inside and found a stall. It was very clean; I suppose they had washed today after everyone left. I put the seat down and slipped down my panties, then sat down like a girl to pee. I took another drag and then just held the joint in my mouth. I had just put my feet up spread against the sides of the door to insert the butt plug when I heard footsteps walk in the bathhouse, luckily the joint had gone out, but you could still smell it. This was really stimulating to me and I started touching myself while someone else was in there, after a few minutes they walked out. The next sound I heard was the showers in the men's bathhouse on the other side of the wall. I giggled; the guy in the other camper must be taking a shower. I stroked myself 'til I nearly came and then I took out and kissed the butt plug before I lubed it up, I also pushed it all the way into my mouth and clamped it tight with my lips where I asshole would soon be. I had calmed down a bit and knew I would not cum if I inserted it now, so I lubed it up and put it in my ass. The shower stopped next door so I decided to wait for a few minutes before walking out to give the guy a chance to get back to his camper. After what I thought was more than enough time I stood up, my bound cock was like steel and was sticking straight out making the mini skirt tent and there was a little bit of the head sticking past the edge of the mini skirt. I checked myself out in the mirror, gave my dick a rub and I walked out with the joint in my mouth, I was going relight it as soon as I got outside. I walked out the door and ran straight into a 6' black stud with a towel around his neck, silk boxers, sandals and nothing else. He took one look at the joint hanging from my lips and said, "I thought I smelled pot." He then asked me for the joint, I was scared as hell, had not said a word and found it difficult to take my eyes off of the outline of his cock. I handed him the joint and offered him a light. He asked me my name. I thought quickly and replied, "Francis." He then looked down at my cock sticking out and snickered, "so you like to get a little kinky huh? Have you ever sucked a black cock before?" At that moment, I regretted everything I had ever done. I did not want to answer his questions and just wanted to run away, but I told him "no" and then for some reason added, "the only cock I had ever had in my mouth was my own". He asked me if I swallowed? I responded, "yes." He took another hit of the joint and then told me to walk back into the ladies bathhouse so he could get a better look at me. I wanted to run but I obediently turned around and he followed me inside. Inside he told me to turn around so he could see my ass. His only response was, "you are one fine looking woman except for that little thing sticking out from under your skirt." I think I blushed. I wanted so desperately to be anywhere but, but I was afraid and hypnotized by this beautiful man that seemed interested in me. He then asked me if I wanted to suck his cock? I shocked myself and whispered, "yes." He asked me to repeat myself where he could hear me. I was completely under his spell, I tried to speak, but was only able to reply just above a whisper. He pulled me closer and put my hand on his huge cock. I glanced over at the mirror and nearly passed out at how sexy I looked right now next to this tall black stud with my hand on his big cock through his boxers. He asked me again what I wanted to do? I told him in the sexiest voice I could muster that, "YES, I want to suck your cock and swallow your cum." He said, "Well bitch, kneel on this towel and do it!" He was beginning to get hard, so I took the towel and spread it out on the floor, just staring at the outline of his big black cock and glancing at us in the mirror every chance I got and then I was on my knees with his cock just on the other side of those boxers. I asked him to turn a little bit so I could better see myself in the mirror and felt his big black dick through his boxers with both of my hands. I kissed it and rubbed my face on it. I then began to pull down his boxers and fished his cock out. It was amazing! I just held it in my hands and fondled it. I then looked at myself in the mirror and watched as I kissed it all down one side so I could see myself real good in the mirror with this black cock in touching my face and then I watched it slowly slide into my mouth. After a few minutes he told me to stop and to pull down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I was now completely dressed as a woman and on my knees in the ladies room of the campground in front of a naked black man with a really big black cock that I wanted to suck and make cum in my mouth so very much and he was smoking my pot. I guess he noticed me looking in the mirror because he said, "So you like seeing my black cock between your lips?" I took my mouth off his cock and massaged his balls that would soon fill my mouth with cum and replied, "YES I do!" He asked, "You do what?" I told him, "I love to see your big black cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He said, "Good" and started taking pictures of me sucking his big beautiful black cock with his cell phone. I kept sucking and kissing and licking massaging his cock and balls for a while, a couple of times I nearly got all of it in my mouth, but not all the way, but when I did I pulled his balls and rubbed them on my chin. I put his balls in my mouth and massaged them with my lips and tongue and then sucked his cock some more. He then said, "I am about to cum and when you feel the first squirt, lean back , open your mouth wide and jack my cum all over your face, and don't swallow until I tell you." I did not want to do this; I wanted to suck all of his cum straight out of his cock. A few seconds later he started to shoot. The first squirt took me by surprise, but I quickly did as he said and it seemed like he just came and came. He was also shooting a video with his phone of this. After he was finished cumming, he told me to look into the camera with my mouth wide and to swallow. I then kissed his cock and put it in my mouth to squeeze out the rest of his cum, swallowed and kept on kissing his beautiful black cock. He took a few more photos of his black cock in the mouth of this white girl who had cum all over her face. Soon I stood up and looked in the mirror. I looked so sexy with the strings of cum all over my face and began to push it into my mouth. He made me "stop" and added "Leave that on there for now, it will remind you that you are my bitch." He then asked if I had any makeup in my purse? I told him no, that it was all in my camper. He told me to walk to my camper with his cum on face, to fix my makeup and then walk back to his camper. I told him it was not quite easy and explained why, then showed him the locks and butt plug. He just chuckled and told me to go get the key, then go fix my makeup and to not jack off while I was gone. He also told me to bring a camera if I had one, and added, "If I don't answer the door, I may have fallen asleep, just come in and start sucking my cock until I wake up." Right then, I hoped he would fall asleep quickly. As I turned to walk away, I gave him my cell number and asked him to send me the pictures and video. I left the ladies bathhouse feeling more sexually intoxicated than I have ever felt before and started walking to get the key as this black mans cum was sliding down my face and dripping onto my top, I smiled as I wondered what he planned to do with me next.