Guest Posting - Franka

This isn't one of mine. This was written by a friend of mine who would like to remain anonymous, but very kindly consented to my posting this story on here for your delight! I certainly enjoyed it, hope you do too. I'm sure my friend would appreciate comments, so please leave some!

“I think we should start seeing other people.”

This was how she told me, in a crowded coffee place in the centre of town on my lunch break. We’d only been dating five months and I thought it had been going really well, I was even thinking of asking her to move in. I was determined not to make a scene, probably why she had done it here.

“Ok if that’s what you want, but I thought we were having fun.”

She smiled over her coffee cup then laughed.

“We will still be together.”

Franka was Dutch so it came out “Ve vill still be tooo geth thur”. But her cute accent that had entranced me months before now sounded like it was mocking me and I wanted to knock the coffee from her evil lips.

“What do you mean we’ll still be together, you expect me to just sit back whilst you shag other men?”

I was really angry talking at her through clenched teeth as I leant over the table.

“I thought you’d want to join in, maybe some ladies too.”

Her delight at my confusion was growing more apparent.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said barely able to keep myself from shouting in her face.

“Well, maybe, I thought we could have a bit more fun in the bedroom, ask other people to join us, no?”

And so ten minutes later I walked back into work and sat at my desk in a complete and utter daze. She’d explained that she had always liked to “experiment in the bedroom” and she had thought that I would like to too. Apparently it was nothing to do with love, and yes she did love me, but it was just about sex. If I said no that would be the end of it and we would carry on as before. I’d told her I needed to think about it and strode out of the shop. On my way back to work I rang her and apologised for leaving her with the bill then hung up. Even when angry it was important to have manners, apparently.

Five o’ clock came before I had managed to get a single thing done and I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to do about Franka, and the tram ride home didn’t provide me with any answers either. I got home to find Franka in my kitchen, I have no idea how she got in I had never given her a key, but at least once a week I’d come home to find her cooking on my stove.

“So what do you think?”

“I’m not sure, it’s a big thing for me”

She laughed again; it was beginning to grate on me.

“No I meant about the food, crazy.” She said as she passed a teaspoon of “something” to my lips before giving me a little peck on the cheek.

“erm yeah tastes good, what is it?”

“It’s a stew I made from leftovers in your fridge.”

“Who do you want to shag?” she turned, stunned, as I spoke.

“Nobody, but I think it is fun to try new things don’t you?” She looked hurt and it made me want to hold her but I’d convinced myself she just wanted an excuse to fuck a particular guy.

“Maybe.” I threw off my coat and headed for the shower.

Halfway through lathering my hair and with soap in my eyes, I heard the curtain go back and a hand reach into the shower and grab me around the cock. I quickly rinsed my hair and saw Franka sitting at the edge of the bath slowly wanking my cock. She’d always managed to get me hard really quick with just her hand when a lot of my previous girlfriends had had to use their mouth to get me fully erect. I shut off the shower and turned to face her, giving her an easier angle to wank me.

“It’s not such a big deal you know, it’s just sex. And it doesn’t have to be just men you know, I want to experience a lady too.”

She was doing it so casually, looking up at me and talking as if it were nothing.

I simply nodded in agreement, staring down on her. She was only about 5’3, but she had large full breasts and a slim waist with sandy brown hair running to her shoulder. She was still in her work clothes, a simple low cut tight red v -neck jumper that showed her 34c breasts off and a pair of black trousers that I always wanted to rip off just so I could see if the bottom underneath looked as good naked.

“I think you’d like that,” she continued “ you would like to see me with another girl.”

Her hand was working up and down my shaft as it got harder, pulling and tugging on my foreskin.

I had to admit that like every other guy I’d fantasised about it but all I could manage was a “uh huh”.

“You must want to see another girl kiss and suck on my nipples?”

With her free hand she pulled the v in her jumper further down to reveal her fine cleavage, ably supported by a pink push up bra.

“I think, maybe, you would like to see me with that blonde girl from the bookshop last week?” she laughed.

I’d been eyeing a girl up last week, usually a cardinal sin when with the girlfriend but Franka had walked up behind me and whispered in my ear “She has a lovely bottom”. At the time I thought the embarrassment was worse than the bollocking, but it was all beginning to make sense now.

“Yeah I suppose I would” was the most intelligent thing I could manage.

“She was very pretty, no? Or maybe you prefer to see a girl sitting on my face so that I can lick her wet pussy.”

Her English still wasn’t perfect but her accent was sexy again and I thanked God for that.

“Maybe another man? You could fuck me in the ass whilst I suck his fat cock.”

With that she flicked her tongue towards my now swollen cock and gave it a little lick. I placed my hand on the back of her head, beckoning her to suck me, to take me deep in her throat, but she pushed back against my hand and I knew I was getting no more from her mouth.

Her hand moved up and down faster now, corkscrewing and from time to time she would use both hands, sometimes letting on hand play with my balls.

“I think you would like it, and I would love to watch you. I want to watch you fuck another girl, fucking her hard from behind pulling back on her hair, watching me finger my hot wet pussy in front of you. That would turn me on so much.”

I was breathing heavily now. The stress of the day, the upset, it all had an affect. At least that’s what I was telling myself.

“You want to do that, maybe have a girl sit on your face whilst I ride your big cock.”

I looked down toward my cock, I always enjoyed watching her wank me off, she had such small hands but she worked every inch of my cock.

“Mmmmm that would be so goood”.

Her free hand moved in between her legs and gently rubbed between her thighs.

I looked everywhere round the bathroom trying to hold off.

“I know what I would like,” she said, “I would like to suck your fat dick and have a nice sexy blonde girl finger my pu……”

She never finished her sentence, a stream of cum squirted out of my cock as I let out a loud moan. She carried on wanking my cock fast, the first stream landing on her face, some going in her mouth as she tried to talk. I came more and more, the second landing on her jumper just where her nipple would be and as she slowed down on my cock her hand was covered in my white sticky spunk.

I collapsed backward against the wall as she smiled up at me, looking like a mixture of continental elegance and pornstar, and I thought to myself, “God how does she always manage to get her own way?”

***

And so it happened. As normal, Franka was impetuous and wild and once again caught me completely by surprise. I’d arrived home one Saturday afternoon to find Franka and another girl sat in my lounge sipping my red wine and nibbling on my crisps. Stupidly the first thing that went through my mind was “how did she get in?”

Franka was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and a patterned turquoise t-shirt that clung tightly to her breasts, her hair tied back with absolutely no make up on. She looked amazing. She seemed not to care about her appearance, but truth was she didn’t need to try she was naturally beautiful in an elegant way. God knows what she saw in me. I have never been the best looking guy in a room (even when alone), but I was never the ugly guy either. Just normal, average. Somewhere between a blokey bloke and a middle class accountant. I still dressed like a university student, but as I approached my 30th birthday I’d found myself looking at more sensible shoes than my skater kid trainers. I think it’s fair to say I’m a bit of a scruffy bugger. I’d try to look smart, but it never worked. I always looked uncomfortable and I felt it too. Thankfully Franka seemed to be with me for my personality.

I walked into the lounge picking up my mail from the counter on the way through. Looking into the bin I noticed any junk mail had already been filtered out for me – at least when she broke in she provided a service.

Both girls looked up as I walked in. “Hi”. I was like James Bond and Hugh Hefner all rolled into one today it seemed.

“Hi sweetie.”

Franka got up and kissed my cheek, to hide my embarrassment I was reading and rereading a notification from my insurers that my car insurance was due again at the end of the month. “This is Jill”.

I looked toward Jill as she rose from her seat offering her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” I offered giving a tight smile.

“Yeah you too, Franka has told me a lot about you.”

“All good I hope?” I laughed. Standard response - makes you look like a twat every time though. I blushed.

“I’m sorry to say she has never told me anything about you.”

“You’ve met before, don’t you remember?” Franka looked at me quizzically. “I think you should stand up and turn around Jill.”

We both stood and looked at her vacantly, but you could almost hear the cogs turning in our heads trying to work it out. I was certain I would have known if I’d met Jill before. She was as pretty as Franka, great body from what I could see through her clothing and long blonder hair that fell over her shoulders. Unlike Franka she was wearing a skirt, it was quite short revealing long legs covered by stocking or tights. On top she wore a tight fitting white shirt and underneath I could see a black bra that held beautiful round breasts. I would have remembered this girl, and doubtless she would have remembered either a bad chat up line or my nervous attempts not to stare at her breasts.

“The bookstore? You must remember her Pete?”

With Franka being Dutch she had this way of making even the most innocent of questions sound like a brutal interrogation. “You stared at her bottom and I caught you?”

“Oh yes I remember now, how lovely of you to bring that up, I can’t believe Jill has no memory of it either, surely that would go down as one of the best moments of her life!”

If I went any redder at this moment I would have looked like a hairy tomato.

“Don’t worry I was flattered” Jill reached out and touched my arm as she laughed it off.

“And why wouldn’t you be? As you go about your daily business and browsing through the latest best sellers it’s exactly what you want, some guy pretending to read Andy McNabb but instead peering over the top of the page and staring at your arse as you bend over. I’m a true gent, everyone says so.”

“Sometimes you don’t know when to shut up do you?” Franka said, stony-faced.

“Did you mean to say that out loud?” I smiled back.

“Go and have a shower, dinner will be in 20 minutes.”

I smiled at Jill. “You have to love that European directness don’t you?” And off I went for a shower.

Jill looked like she was looking for a back door.

So I did what I was told, I took a shower, put on some smelly and changed into a decent pair of jeans and a smartish t-shirt. After all we had a guest. Dinner was served as I walked into the dining kitchen that Franka had undoubtedly cleaned before Jill arrived. I struggled to keep eye contact with Jill such was my embarrassment at Franka’s earlier revelation. A couple of glasses of wine helped and over a lasagne we all chatted about ourselves, the news, our jobs and any other subject that came to mind. It all felt perfectly natural and well……nice. I was enjoying the company and the food and was able to relax like I’d known Jill for ages. Jill seemed to feel the same, though doubtless the copious amounts of wine she was drinking was helping to loosen her tongue. Every time she finished her glass Franka would top it back up. I hoped she didn’t have to drive home.

“One thing I don’t get,” I said as Franka cleared away the plates, shooing me and Jill away as we offered to help, “is how you two know each other? Did you know who Jill was when I stared at her bum?”

Jill laughed through another sip of wine.

“Actually no, by complete coincidence I was in the bookshop the next weekend and Franka and I got chatting over whether or not we thought the Belle De Jour books were real or not.”

“Doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me” I knew Franka too well.

“It was a coincidence I swear.” Franka said from the sink. “But it was a happy coincidence, no?”

“Yes Jill seems very nice”

“You’re too kind” Jill laughed at me.

“I just don’t understand why you’d accept a dinner invitation from a woman who says “come round for lasagne, my boyfriend thinks you have a lovely arse””.

Jill and Franka exchanged smiles.

“Well we’ve met a few times since for coffee and things.”
“So you’ve been keeping her arse all to yourself these past few weeks.”

Tipsy, I regretted that instantly.

Thankfully Jill took no offence and laughed.

“Oh yes she’s been hiding me away all for herself.”

“If she’d have met you before she would not have come again.” Franka interjected with her usual frankness.

“To be fair it’s probably right, I’m a scruffy idiot who never shuts up because he thinks he’s funny.”

“Awww I think your lovely, and I prefer men who don’t love themselves.”

I feigned embarrassment as I took a long drink of wine. It was obvious I’d reeled her in.

“Let’s go into the lounge, it will be more comfy.”

Franka said carrying another couple of bottles of wine as she ushered into the front room.

I sat in my usual chair, more out of habit than anything else. It faced the TV so even though I lived alone I was territorial about it. The girls sat together on the couch, their legs curled up beneath them as they faced each other and immediately launched into some conversation or other that would be totally lost on men but instantly engaged all women. I tried to follow it for a while but I was fairly certain that certain things were being spoken at a level only audible to women and at such a speed that I quickly lost interest and simply stared at them both. Franka had let her hair down now and she looked gorgeous as ever but Jill looked amazing. Her thighs showed from under her skirt and I could just make out the tops of what appeared to be stocking tops as her skirt rode up.

I knew I was staring so I turned towards the TV and flicked it on offering a polite “Do you mind if I just check the scores?” to Franka as I did so, I got a lovely scowl for my troubles.

I still couldn’t make out the conversation but the dulcet tones of Gary Lineker and Alan Hansen were now drowning them out a little. I’d become engrossed in the Bolton – Boro game and when I turned round to look Franka’s hand was on Jill’s leg and Jill was flicking her hair from her face. I stared again.

“What do you thinks going to happen Pete? Do you think we are going to kiss?” Franka snapped me out of my daydream.

I laughed. “No of course not, I was just thinking you look like good friends already.”

Good save I thought.

“I don’t know Jill do you think we should kiss?” Franka asked.

Jill shrugged. “Well I have to thank you for dinner.”

Their heads went together and with closed mouths they pecked each other on the lips, then laughed as they looked at me.

“You two are mad!” I chuckled as I turned back to the football.

“Can I use your loo?” Jill asked.

“Erm, yeah, it’s just down the hall, door on the left.”

“I’ll go with you” said Franka, honouring that time old tradition of girls having to go to the toilet together.

I’d watched Match of the Day for another 10 minutes before I realised they hadn’t come back. I decided to go search for them, which in my flat would take approximately 30 seconds. They were in the bathroom, Jill resting against the sink and Franka in front of her, the door was ajar and I stood in the hallway . They were talking softly, occasionally running their hands down each others arms. Instinctively they both moved their heads forward at the same time and kissed. Their hands moved over each others hips as they kissed softly and passionately, their tongues meeting and soft moans from each as they kissed.

Franka was the first to take it further, her hands reaching up and slowly unbuttoning Jill’s shirt. When the shirt was unbuttoned down to her naval Franka slipped her hands inside Jill responded by slipping her hands under Franka’s t-shirt. I watched in rapt attention from the hall as they kissed and fondled each other, Jill’s hand constantly pushing under the waist band of Franka’s jeans, but never quite reaching far enough down. The kissing became more frenzied and passionate, the hands more searching and adventurous, the moans louder and more intense. Franka was totally undoing Jill’s shirt, peeling it from her and letting it drop to the floor. Jill leaned back against the sink, arching her back as Franka kissed and stroked her breasts through her bra. She kissed down her chest and down her stomach and Jill moaned and tensed with each kiss.

I stood in the hall watching. My view was perfect but I wasn’t totally sure if either of the girls had seen me. I felt like a total voyeur, and doubly guilty as my cock was growing hard in my jeans. I watched as Franka undid Jill’s skirt and let it fall to the ground. She was stood there now in just her bra, a thong and hold ups. Although I was in no way touching myself my breathing became laboured at the sight of her. She looked so good. Her large round breasts and smooth long legs were enough to drive any man crazy. And the sight on Franka on her knees in my bathroom, looking up with doe eyes at Jill as she softly rubbed her clit through her knickers with three fingers of her right hand.

I stood motionless, unable to believe the fantasy unfolding before my eyes. The only sound coming from me when Franka slowly peeled off Jill’s thong kissing her shaven mound as the material came away, then gently slipping her tongue over her clit as the thong revealed it, wet and swollen. My moan shocked them both and their head moved in unison to face me. I was like a bunny in the headlights, stood there with this huge erection in my pants. I was totally unsure what was going to happen, whether I was going to get screamed at or even invited in, but Franka soon let me know the deal, she reached forward and push the door shut.

I stood in the hall a while longer, listening to the moans and groans, slightly dejected, but incredibly turned on. Even if this wasn’t going to be a threesome I was going to jump Franka first chance I got. I realised at that point that just watching her with another woman was enough for me. It was like seeing the best porn of your life then multiplying it by a million.

Soon enough I felt stupid just stood in the hall sporting a hard on. I went back to the front room and in an attempt to seem nonchalant put the football back on, but with the sound turned right down so I could still hear the muffled throws of passion coming from my bedroom. I was restless and kept sticking my hand down my trousers desperate to have a pull, but determined not to so that I could be ready if called upon.

Ten minutes later two dazed looking, fully dressed girls emerged from my bathroom. I’d heard the both cum. Jill was certainly loud. She had screamed and groaned so loud it was like she was right next to me. They certainly both looked content as they slumped back on the couch and entwined themselves together in a loving cuddle, Franka’s head resting on Jill’s lap.

“Have fun?” I asked.

“Mmmmm yes!” they answered in union.

“Hope you flushed.” I couldn’t help myself.

Jill laughed, Franka looked at me like I was daft, then smiled.

“Are you feeling left out honey?”

“Not at all, you know me, getting pissed in front of the footy and I’m the happiest person in the world.”

“So if I say go and get another bottle of wine and I’ll suck your cock, you wouldn’t be bothered?”

I nearly jumped straight from my seat to the kitchen I was so excited, but resisted the urge. I laughed shrugged and tried to look casual in the five steps it took to get to the wine rack. I plucked one out and handed it over, “you don’t have to give me a blow job, I’m happy to help.” I lied. Inside I was screaming “SUCK ME!”

Franka opened the wine and poured her and Jill a fresh glass, then she got up and walked over to me and poured a glass in front of me, bending from the waist so we were face to face as I sat. She leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. She tasted good, and I knew the taste on her lips was Jill’s pussy.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck your cock?” she breathed.

I glanced at Jill suddenly unsure what was going on.

“Sure, you can suck me off whenever you like.”

The words barely came out and I reached for a good long slug of wine.

Franka just straddled me on the chair and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She pushed her breasts forward into my face, her hard nipple going straight into my mouth and I only managed to give it a little lick before she pulled it away from me.

Franka just reached down and undid my flies, I was still rock hard and she grinned with pleasure as she pulled my cock out.

“You don’t mind do you?”

She wasn’t talking to me but to Jill who was sat watching us on the couch.

“Not at all.”

I was searching in Jill’s voice for some sign of discomfort but there was either none or I was too horny to notice.

So Franka sat there, astride my cock, using both hands and slowly rubbing my cock.

“Do you know what we did in the bathroom?” she asked.

“I have a pretty good idea, I think”

“Well I licked Jill’s pussy, and she licked mine. She made me cum so hard. Then I fingered her tight little wet cunt as she bent over in front of me and I licked her sweet little arse hole.”

“Ok.” I was horny enough.

“You should feel how tight her pussy is. It felt so good around my fingers. Can you imagine how it would feel around your cock?”

“I can imagine, yes.”

Franka lowered herself off the chair and knelt between my legs. Holding it in one hand, she licked and softly sucked my cock, her tongue circling round the helmet, sending me into meltdown.

“Did you like to see us together?”

“Oh god yes, but you shut the door.”

“Well we wanted to have a little fun on our own, that is ok, isn’t it?”

Right now she could have said they wanted the door closed so they could club baby seals and I would have readily agreed. I didn’t answer just groaned.

I looked over to Jill, she was sat on the couch watching us intently, leaning forward one her elbows. Our eyes met and with a sudden burst of confidence I nodded to her. As if the shackles had been released she sprung from the couch over towards us. Franka moved out of the way as Jill headed straight for my cock, with no licking or sucking she quickly deep throated me, holding her hair to one side as she greedily swallowed my cock. Franka undressed her as she did, taking off her skirt to show no knickers and pulling her shirt apart to reveal her now braless breasts. Franka licked and sucked at her breasts as Jill worked away like a pro on my cock. She wanked me off firmly and quickly as she looked in my eyes and ran her tongue over my bell end.

Me, I just sat there enjoying it all. I didn’t know whether to move or make a grab for one of Jill’s breasts in case I woke up from a dream or was told not to touch her. All I knew was this was every man’s fantasy and I didn’t want to ruin it.

Franka soon joined in and one girl would suck and wank my cock whilst the other played with my balls. It was heaven on earth and I had to stop myself from blowing my load as both girls licked up my cock at the same time and then kissed, something Jill must have noticed as she stopped, then turned around and bent over the coffee table in front of her. She looked round and tapped her arse twice beckoning me into her.

I stood behind her now, and Franka grabbed me by the cock and guided me into Jill’s pussy. It was as tight as Franka had said it would be. We both groaned loudly at the point of penetration, and I moved in and out of her slowly trying to build up a rhythm. Franka walked around the table and sat on it in front of Jill. They kissed passionately and Franka moved Jill’s head downwards and I watched as she sucked her nipples as I pounded away inside her pussy. Jill came loudly just a minute or two later, screaming for me to fuck her harder and faster and I was in no mood to let her down. I gripped her by the hips and fucked her as hard as I could out bodies slapping together with each thrust. She groaned loudly and pushed herself backwards into me as a shudder ran the entire length of her body and high-pitched moans followed with each stroke. Franka was now in front of Franka on her haunches pushing her pussy up to Jill’s face as she balanced on the coffee table. Jill soon saw what was on offer and began to lap up Franka’s juices and push her face deep into her wet cunt.

I pulled out of Jill, satisfied she had had enough for now and moved round to where Jill was licking. I lifted Franka up and lay myself down on the table. Franka then straddled me once again then lent back to give Jill a better angle at her pussy. Jill instantly went back to work licking and sucking at her clit as I pushed deeper into her cunt. Jill took it in turns sucking Franka’s clit before sucking my balls and the sensation was amazing. I was light headed and horny. I wanted two cocks so I could fuck them both at the same time.

Franka also seemed to be in heaven, grinding herself against my cock and having Jill’s tongue stimulate her clit. I felt her tense against my cock, her muscles tightening around it, then wave after wave of orgasm run though her body. Jill was forced to back away as she slammed herself up and down against my cock, loving every last second of her orgasm. Jill simply watched her hand tucked between her legs enjoying the spectacle.

“Wait here one minute.”

Franka said and disappeared off into the bedroom. But Jill and I couldn’t wait, we kissed and I took Jill in my arms before laying her on the table. I guided my cock inside her easily she was so wet and her arms went round my neck pulling me close so we could kiss and taste all the juices as I fucked her. Franka must have walked in as we were fucking as I suddenly felt her lift Jill’s legs, which allowed me to fuck her deeper and deeper. But that was not the intention. Franka had brought a six inch vibe along with her and she first pulled out my cock from Jill’s cunt then stuck in the vibe, getting it all nice and wet. I then watched in amazement as she slowly pushed it inch by inch into Jill’s arse. I couldn’t take any more and I violently pushed my cock back into her soaking cunt.

The sensation of both her holes being filled was enough for Jill and she came again, harder this time, digging her nails into my back and drawing blood, all the time shouting and screaming “FUCK” into my face. It was enough for me and we came together as my cock tensed inside her and I unloaded stream after stream of hot spunk into her.

We rocked together a little while longer, both moaning and cooing. Finally I pulled out my cock and stood. No sooner had I wiped the sweat from my brow than Franka’s lips were round my cock sucking and licking every last drop of cum.

I collapsed on the couch and watched as Franka then sucked my cum out of Jill’s pussy. I looked to the clock on the wall. It was only 11.30.

“Time for another before bed?”