Freaky Francine
A slutty MILF helps a young man deal with the trauma of being dumped by his sexually stingy girlfriend
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Buster, the crew foreman slapped me on the back and asked, “What’s wrong with you, Junior? You’re acting like your dog died or something.”
“My girlfriend dumped me last night.”
“Is that the same stingy bitch that wasn’t giving you any pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“Consider yourself lucky, Kid. Go find yourself a woman with low morals and fuck the shit out of her.”
“Good advice I guess, Buster, but the last time I looked there’s not a store here in town renting out sluts.”
“I’ll tell you what, Kid, I’ve got just the thing to cure your ills. Come by the Top Rail about 9:00 tonight, and Old Buster will fix you up.” He turned and walked away before I could ask any questions.
Hope springs eternal, and I was sitting at a table drinking a beer when Buster walked in with a woman by his side. His companion looked to be considerably younger than him, but older than me.
I could see she had a good figure with big tits and a shapely ass. When they got closer and I got a better look, I noticed her face didn’t match her body in attractiveness. She wasn’t exactly ugly, more like plain, with a somewhat worn and hard look about her. Third runner-up in a beauty contest would’ve been a lofty goal for her.
Buster walked up and said, “Junior, this is Francine. You two have fun, but don’t get him thrown in jail, Girl.”
With those words of introduction, Buster turned and walked out of the bar.
What the fuck is happening?
Ever the gentleman, I stood and pulled out a chair for Francine.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure. Draft beer will do me.”
We sat there in silence, drinking our beers. I knew I should be engaging Francine in conversation, but nothing witty was coming to mind.
Finally, I asked, “Would you like to dance?”
“Not really. Why don’t we leave?”
Well, Shit, this night is going to hell. I’m getting rejected by a total stranger.
I walked Francine to my pickup and opened the passenger door. By the time I walked around and climbed in, Francine had slid over on the bench seat and was sitting right next to me.
She put her hand on my thigh and said, “Turn right out of the parking lot.”
I did as she directed, and her hand began to lightly caress my leg. My dick was beginning to show interest in Francine.
I drove about five miles, with the surroundings becoming more and more rural. I didn’t know if I was taking her home or what. The only thing I knew of that was out this way was the cemetery.
Sure enough, she directed me to turn into the graveyard. “Drive to the back.”
Damn! What the fuck? Are we going to park and make out here?
“Stop here and leave your lights on. Come on.” She got out, and I hesitantly followed.
Francine walked up to the gravestone, illuminated by my headlights.
“This is one of my ex-father-in-laws. I hated his guts and told him on his deathbed I would piss on his grave whenever I had the chance.”
Francine pulled her short skirt up to reveal her bare ass. She put her right foot on top of the granite marker and accurately aimed a heavy stream of piss against the inscription.
When her flow ended, she bent at the waist, put her hands on top of the headstone, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Come on, Kiddo, we don’t have all night, give Aunt Francine some loving.”
I don’t have much hands-on experience with sex, but I do watch a lot of online porn, so I didn’t hesitate and moved behind the crazy woman and slid my rigid shaft into her hot and very wet pussy.
I was hammering away at Francine’s lady bits in what I thought was an appropriate manner when she said, “Slow down, Junior, it’s not a race. Just take your time and enjoy the ride.”
I took her advice for a little while until my cock started urging me to pick up my pace.
“Junior, what’s 20 times 12, minus 25?”
Gawd damn! Am I fucking Mrs. Adams, my seventh-grade math teacher?
“215,” I stuttered.
“Correct, Loverboy, Now start reciting multiplication tables in your head until I give you permission to stop.”
The math exercise slowed my urge to cum, and I did get more into what I was doing. I felt Francine shudder and moan, and then she pulled away from me.
“Come on, Sport, we better get out of here before the cops show up.”
FUCK!
My raging hard-on immediately died on the vine when I thought of being gang-raped in jail.
We were just getting ready to pull out of the cemetery when the cop car showed up and began flashing his blue lights.
I cranked down my window to talk to the Deputy Sheriff walking up to us. He lit us up with his flashlight, then said, “I don’t guess I have to ask you two love birds what you’re doing out here. How’s it going, Francine?”
“Fair to meddlin’, Deputy Peters. How about with you?”
“About the same. You’re not hanging around with Buster anymore?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Humm, I might give you a call sometime.”
“Humm, I might answer you sometime. See you around, Dickie. Let’s go, Junior.”
I wasn’t sure if I should obey Francine’s instructions or not, but I cranked up the window and drove around the cop cruiser, leaving the deputy standing there.
“Is that guy’s name really Dickie Peters?”
Francine laughed, “Yeah it is and it’s a joke for anyone that’s seen the tiny little pecker he has. Now you could get away with a name like that.” She reached down and started massaging my cock.
“It’s late, Junior, I need to go home.”
She gave me directions to her house. When we got there, she said, “Pull up under that street light.”
The illumination was provided by a mercury vapor bulb that lit the place up like a prison yard. I was sure all her neighbors could see everything we were doing, and I’m pretty sure Francine loved that.
“You got a condom, Kiddo?”
I reached into the glove compartment and brought out an unopened box of a dozen rubbers. Francine took the box from me and said, “Good choice, I like this brand.”
I felt a moment of pride that a slut of Francine’s stature would approve my purchase.
Francine expertly opened the foil cover and pulled out the condom. She took my dick in her hand and said, “Gawd damn, Boy, this son of a bitch is so hard I believe you could break rocks with it.”
She put the condom over the head of my cock, leaned down, and used her mouth to roll it down over the shaft. At that moment, I felt like the king of the fucking world.
As soon as my prick was properly shielded, Francine took off her skirt, crawled on top of me, and slid her dripping cunt down over my rock breaker.
“Damn, Junior, you sure know how to fill a girl up. You just sit there and let me do the work.”
I started doing math problems again, but Francine was making my cock feel so good that I knew I was going to need advanced calculus to stop the explosion that was building in my balls.
Francine began moaning and grinding against me more violently. She cried, “Oh Baby, I’m cumming, cum with me.”
I damn sure didn’t wait for an engraved invitation, but just let go of control and had the best climax of my life.
Francine held me tight until my breathing returned to normal. “Junior, with a little training at Aunt Francine’s College of Coitus, you could become a superstar.”
“Sign me up Coach,” I gasped.
Francine raised herself off my cock and slid over to the empty spot on the seat. She took my dick in her hand and worked the condom off. She held it up to the light to look, “Damn, Son, you ‘bout filled this baby up.” She tied a knot in the top and dropped the rubber into her handbag. “That’ll make a nice addition to my protein shake.”
HOLY SHIT, WHAT A FUCKING FREAK!
She then leaned over, took my prick into her mouth, and gave it a very thorough cleaning. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and started floating around in the stratosphere. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation and looked down to see her using a magic marker to write on my cock.
“What’re you doing?”
“Writing my phone number on your prick. By the way, it’s a permanent marker, so if another woman sees it, you could be in trouble.”
“I don’t have to worry about that. When do classes start, Coach.”
“Tomorrow night at 8:00. Don’t be late.”
She gave me a deep tongue kiss, and then without putting on her skirt, she got out and unhurriedly walked through the bright street light naked from the waist down.
DAMN BUSTER, I OWE YOU BIG TIME FOR THIS.
