Jack Arnold Writes…
The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores #10 — Bridget and Dolores share a secret.
‘… they parade and flaunt themselves, brushing and rubbing their bodies together in the small area behind the bar.’
AUTHORS NOTE ABOUT THE CONTENT.
I hope you will enjoy this story.
It is appropriate to advise readers
‘The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores’
does in parts contain details of explicit
sexual activity, and transgressive
behaviour.
It also freely uses sexual and gender
stereotypical descriptions of the
characters and their behaviour.
All of the sexual activity is completely
consensual, and the characters who take
part are always over the age of consent.
If this is not for you, turn the page and
move on. But if you are curious to know
what happens next, then I encourage you
to give this series a read.
It might just surprise you!
Bridget and Dolores are first cousins. Born on the same day, and less than a mile from each other. They went to the same schools and grew from children into beautiful young women together. As cousins, they share so many genes. Often mistaken as twins, and like twins, they have a deep connection with each other, both emotionally and physically. As they have matured, they have both been blessed with the looks and bodies which continue to ‘make an impression.’
But Bridget and Dolores’ connection with each-other is far deeper and far beyond the usual family order. They are totally besotted with each other. Bisexuals, who are completely and overwhelmingly physically attracted to, and consumed with lust for each other. It is an urge neither of them can control. The shared desire to possess each other began in adolescence and grew stronger and more powerful as they matured into young women. It continues unabated today.
What started in their teens as part of natural sexual experimentation has never gone away. Even today, just being in the same room triggers uncontrollable feelings of desire in the two fifty-year-olds. Each is compelled to go to any length in an effort to seduce the other. Acting like silly daring schoolgirls, or sex mad teenagers. Sometimes as wanton whores, obvious and careless. This activity doesn’t take place discreetly in quiet corners, or when they are alone. Wherever they are, often in public places, each makes their attraction and desire for the other obvious. Neither cares who sees, or who they get to help them in their grand seduction plans.
A chemical reaction, perhaps? Some kind of uncontrollable hormonal effect overcomes them every time they get close. Neither can explain it or control the unstoppable primal urge from deep within, which overtakes their minds and bodies. Over the years it has manifested itself in so many ways and shows no sign of stopping or slowing down.
Neither woman tries to control it anymore. They allow their lust and need for each other to run unchecked. Currently, they have got themselves into a situation working together behind the bar at Bridget’s pub, the Ancient Oake in the village. Every Sunday lunchtime, it seems like the whole village arrives to watch their antics as they pour the drinks. Shamelessly, they dress for each-other’s pleasure. They have taken to making an entrance to thrill. Squeezing their bodies into tighter, shorter, and more and more revealing dresses, which they know will excite the other.
Lunchtime has become showtime. They parade and flaunt themselves, brushing and rubbing their bodies together in the small area behind the bar. The bending and wriggling, the intensity of their thrusting and grinding into each other increases as each is overpowered by the desire for the other. They both know the effect it has on the customers, which adds to their pleasure.
Both women have great figures and are not shy to show them off. Over their shift, the dresses disappear. Both enjoying the feeling as their almost naked bodies are being looked at and admired. And the feeling of the other’s skin as they brush passed and against each-other drives both women wild. They stop at tiny G-strings and heels. But both Bridget and Dolores know sooner rather than later they will succumb to the overwhelming urge to fuck each other on the bar top. Not only for the pleasure of customers, but because they won’t be able to help themselves.
Always at 3 pm when their shift finishes and the new barmaids arrive, Dolores and Bridget will smile, bow politely to the customers, and disappear upstairs to Bridget’s flat. High on sex, without words, they fuck like a couple of wild animals, oblivious to the world, until Frankie calls to take Dolores home. Often he has to physically drag the two women apart. They become lost in a sex crazed battle with each other, the like of which he has never seen before.
It was an incredibly shocking sight the first time Frankie found the two fifty-year-old women almost assaulting each-other. Bridget, gasping for breath whilst Dolores was forcing her face inside her pussy and up her arse, smashing down onto her head over and over, grinding violently, before Bridget finally managed to break free. She fought and climbed on top of Dolores, pinning her down, swearing oaths, screaming hysterically. Bridget’s hands and mouth working deep inside Dolores quickly causing her to enter a state of continuous orgasms. Bridget rode her, shouting out in pleasure, encouraging Dolores on as she bucked and spasmed like an out-of-control rodeo bull beneath her.
Neither would stop nor give in, on and on their battle went.
Frankie had never seen such intensity between two women. He never knows what scene he will witness when he arrives. It is his biggest turn on.
Since they were young women, Dolores and Bridget have fucked each other everywhere you can think of. In shops, bars, trains, buses, and hotels. In libraries and churchyards. In parks, woods, and fields, and not just quick finger fucking sex either. The desire to be more and more outrageous saw them fucking with larger and larger strapons. They went through a year of stripping naked, watching each other, bringing themselves to screaming orgasms in corners of public buildings. Galleries and museums were a thrill as they posed as erotic exhibits. The police station and the county courts saw them naked often. The more likely they were to be caught, the bigger the thrill.
There was a cross dressing phase. They would meet dressed as men, usually in places gay people socialised. Fucking with strapons in the toilets surrounded by sounds of real men fucking in the adjacent cubicles. It was intense, out-of-control behaviour. The seedier the surroundings, the more they enjoyed it. They were addicted to sex and to each other. Even whilst they were both married, they still made time and neither could nor would stop.
Once they found the game of ‘dare,’ it incited and fuelled their joint passion for depravity perfectly. It was like a drug to them. They began taunting each other to invite the most unlikely women and men to join them for sex. The more unlikely and outrageous the target, the bigger the thrill. Both Dolores and Bridget are natural seducers, it is easy for them to entice and ensnare.
Dolores found and fucked a young frustrated clergyman on the stone floor in front of his altar, whilst Bridget stood over them watching from the pulpit. She dared Bridget to do better. And she did. Noticing two nuns on a railway station, Bridget easily led them astray and left them both wanting more. An invitation to their convent led to regular ‘strapon’ sessions, as together with Dolores, they serviced most of the nuns, women without men who desperately craved sex. They often laughed together afterwards they were the ‘fuck angels.’
Their dares led them regularly into changing rooms after football matches, where eagerly they competed with each other to see who could take the most cocks. Or swallow whole the largest cock, sometimes how many cocks at a time. It was wild. They allowed themselves to be gang-banged, the rougher the better, it was never rape, because they both wanted it. Being used, and competing to be the better whore, was like a drug they couldn’t get enough of. It was showing off. It was each trying everything to make themselves more desirable to the other.
And this behaviour has continued year after year, their desire for each other has never diminished.
Today, they seem to be in a ‘flaunting’ stage. On Sundays in the crowded bar of the Ancient Oake, these two mature fifty-year-old women are acting like young girls, still determined to impress each-other by just how far they will go. Trying hard to be the biggest show-off, excited by their own lewdness, as they parade themselves. Each is thrilled and happy that their public acts of seduction are being watched and enjoyed by anyone who cares to buy a pint.
And notoriety in the village, as you might expect, has only encouraged them to go further. It seems half of the village has lost its mind when it comes to Bridget and Dolores. They have become objects of desire and the subject of many fantasies. They regularly receive the most outrageous requests for sex and debauchery. And those requests gave Dolores the idea.
When she told Bridget she and Frankie had decided to offer a service fulfilling any of those fantasies in return for a fee, Bridget loved the idea. She told Dolores she must be included. Anything Dolores could do, she could do better, she said.
Their battle continues.
