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Girlfriend's Fling With An Older Man
by Lesley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)
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My girlfriend is hit on by a co-worker who older than
her dad but decides to go out on a date with him anyway.
(M/f-teen, underage, 1st)
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This is a story my husband wrote about our early times
together.
It was 1967. My girlfriend Lesley was seventeen I was
twenty. We had been going out together for about a year
and a half, were crazily in love with each other and
from both being virgins had graduated to full sexual
activity just around her seventeenth birthday. She had
the kind of body that stopped blokes in their tracks,
slim but shapely legs, round but firm backside, a tiny
waist, 36-A breasts that stood up on their own and
nipples that invariably indicated it was getting colder
or betrayed her state of arousal.
In the looks department she had not been shortchanged
either. Her long dark hair framed a sultry gypsyish
face, nose slightly aquiline, small but full lipped
mouth and dark green 'come to bed' eyes. Some of my
mates reckoned she looked like Ruth out of Pans People
but prettier.
In the decade that launched the mini skirt and the 'see
thro' blouse, she wore both, and combined with the
highest boots or heels drew the eyes of the young men
and set them dribbling. Yet we had no time for anyone
else, but were consumed with an insatiable passion for
each other.
It seemed that we were 'at it' at every opportunity and
if we had a moment to ourselves it had to be used to
some sexual purpose. I would meet her off the bus from
work in the evening and we would drive straight to our
nearest park up place in a quiet lane or the local
common where daylight or dark we would be at it 'like
knives' before breaking off for tea at our respective
homes.
Collecting her to meet friends at the pub we would take
up where we left off feeling each other up as we drove.
Often at her parents, while her mom and dad were in the
kitchen and we were supposedly watching telly she would
get my dick out and suck me off, or sit on my lap and
slip onto me. How we avoided being caught god knows. We
were experimenting, learning all the time. She had just
gone on the pill. Our generation was remarkably ignorant
about sex and even the sex mags of the time were very
tame.
You could be forgiven for thinking that women were
without nipples, pubic hair or any genitalia at all,
looking at some of them. So everything was gleaned from
hearsay or dirty conversations and developed by trial
and error. Very enjoyable it was too. I remember hearing
some fellow apprentice describing 'licking out' his
girlfriend and being slightly appalled but sufficiently
curious to tell Lesley about it. She wanted to try it
and that summer evening in the lane behind the colliery,
she orgasmed with such intensity, I thought she was
having a fit, soaked me and drenched the rear seat well
of my Ford Anglia.
Lesley worked as a shorthand typist at a local
engineering company in Dudley of the type that dominated
our local landscape at the time. Her job was typing up
quotations and technical specs for the salesmen and
engineers. These were a mixed bunch but mostly ex
drawing office types who had acquired sufficient
experience etc to put technical specifications together
and usually in their late thirties or older.
Not surprising that in such a male dominated
environment, an attractive young woman had plenty of
attention. Much of this was of a flirtatious and playful
nature but being the sixties and somewhat less
politically correct, at times it often took on a more
suggestive and titillating tone. Though Les was not the
only woman in the place she was the youngest and the
only unmarried female and was the target of most of the
banter. Needless to say she could hold her own and in
fact enjoyed the teasing and occasional lewd comment she
received from the men, many of whom were old enough to
be her dad.
On a Friday lunchtime it was the custom of the sales
chaps to go to the local pub for lunch and there was an
unspoken competition between the blokes to give Les a
lift. No doubt hoping to get a closer look at her long
legs or more as she slid in and out of their car.
Sometimes one or other of the women also went to the pub
but more often Lesley was on her own with five or six
chaps. She confessed she enjoyed the way they fussed
over her and of course they always paid for lunch.
One of the senior salesmen a chap called Frank began to
take a more obvious interest in her. When she had to do
any paperwork for him, he would always keep her talking,
steering the conversation inevitably round to sex at
some juncture or other.
He was a man of about fifty, married with kids older
than us, Les told me, as we discussed the day's events
one evening sitting in our usual quiet lane. She laughed
as she described how he quizzed her about her sex life,
and asked what she had or hadn't done. 'He gets all hot
and bothered when I tell him,' she grinned. Over the
course of the next few weeks Frank became even more
solicitous of her company, sometimes just passing as she
walked to the bus stop from work and stopping to offer a
lift.
The conversation would immediately become sexually
orientated, Frank being complimentary on what she wore
to the office then asking if she wore a bra that day or
'had he seen right' when she reached to the filing
cabinet 'she was wearing pink knickers?' etc. He would
let her out at the bus stop where I picked her up,
usually with the comment 'If your boyfriend wants a
night off you know where to come.'
This went on for some months and Les and I laughed a lot
about 'what a dirty old sod Frank was'. I would
sometimes suggest she wore a particular skirt or blouse
for work knowing that it amused both of us that Frank
was turned on by her, and waited to hear her describe
his reaction. She climbed out of his car one evening,
and as she slid into the front seat of mine, began
giggling. I pulled away enquiring as to the cause of her
merriment.
'Frank wants me to meet him for a drink next Friday as
his wife and kids are away and he has a night on his
own.'
'The cheeky bastard' I responded. 'What did he say when
you told him no?'
'Well I didn't actually say I wouldn't, I was just
getting out of the car, so I said I'd tell him
tomorrow.'
I was nonplussed but said nothing and drove to our
regular spot on the common. In seconds we were in the
back of the Anglia and down to our underwear. In between
tonguing her fanny, I took a breath and commented 'he
won't just be taking you out for a drink you know, he'll
be wanting some action'. Pulling my head back to the
task in hand.
She said, 'I thought I'd just dress up a bit special a
give him a show, maybe string him along a bit. You know
like I've been doing at work, perhaps let him have a bit
of a snog and a feel at the end of the night. I bet he
don't get much at home and that would probably keep him
going for weeks.'
Climbing up her body I slid my cock into her sopping
cunt and began to fuck her rapidly. She wrapped her legs
round me and we both climaxed pretty quickly. 'Do you
really fancy Frank' I joked as we began to get dressed.
'He's not exactly Stevie Winwood is he?'
'Well I don't fancy him in a normal way, but I find the
idea of having sex with an old bloke is for some reason
exciting.' She said slowly 'You know? Sordid and a bit
dirty. Anyway, I probably won't go.'
We didn't talk about Frank anymore that night but after
I dropped her off and went home to bed I found myself re
-running our earlier conversation and considering what
to say to Les.
To my surprise and disgust I found myself developing the
scenario between my girlfriend and Frank and jerking
off. The more intimate and extreme the fantasy became
the more stimulating I found it. The next evening she
came home on the bus and I was disappointed. 'No Frank
tonight' I enquired and tried not to be too inquisitive
when she explained 'she just hadn't seen him that day'.
The weekend came and went without us discussing the
'Frank,' situation. Then on Monday, although Les came
home by bus, in the middle of our pre -tea time
engagement and just as I am mid stroke! She asks 'do you
think I should go out with Frank on Friday?' I slowed
down my rhythm and trying to sound as if I had
considered and thought it through. Said 'If you really
want to, I won't mind, I know it's just experimenting.
If you want to, I think you should.'
After a few seconds she answered carefully. 'He asked me
again today at lunchtime and I put him off, but I'll
tell him ok. Tomorrow if you're certain you don't
mind.'She paused ' But I'm telling him, its only for a
drink and no funny business.' Over the next couple of
days the impending date with Frank was uppermost in both
our thoughts and invaded our every conversation.
Although Lesley had made a great store of having given
Frank clear notice of what was to occur, she was clearly
hugely turned on by the idea of meeting this 'older man'
He for his part, secure in the promise of a date, had
eased up on his pursuit of her and had not given her a
lift or engaged her in too many salacious conversations
at work. Maybe he didn't want to attract to much
attention from work colleagues.
'What should she wear? She asked me, as we discussed her
'date'. We decided on a white broderie anglaise tunic
dress that she'd bought from C&A to wear as a blouse but
which on a couple of occasions she had worn as a mini
dress. It was pretty see thro' and cinched in with a
belt just covered her knickers. She wondered whether she
should wear a slip with the dress but I persuaded her it
would spoil the effect.
Underneath she would wear a platform bra she had bought
from the classifieds in the News of the World, (there
was no such thing as a Wonder-bra in these days), a
white G string which she had made herself and Aristoc
adjustable hold up stockings which I convinced her were
the trigger to any 'old chaps' gun. They were silky
smooth and snugged right up into her crotch just on the
knicker line and just about on the side of decency.
Thursday evening when I met her off the bus she said she
had arranged to meet Frank at a pub a little out of his
and our area. He didn't want to bump into any work or
family friends and to be honest neither did Les. So I
agreed to deliver her to the pub and she said he would
drop her off at home as it was after dark.
Later on we sat talking about the next evening and how
it would go. I joked how Frank would have a heart attack
when she turned up in her little white dress and that
she would have a job keeping his hands off her. We were
both steamed up by the idea and were beginning to get
down to it. She said 'I might let him have a feel of my
tits, what do you think?' I grunted between kisses and
slipping several fingers into her, said that I thought
she should. As she manoeuvred to accept my prick, she
enquired 'should I let him fuck me?'
Picking up a brutal rhythm I found myself muttering
between fervent kisses 'oh yes let him fuck you, just do
whatever he wants, do anything he wants you to do, don't
refuse him anything. Then I came in a shuddering climax
and lay on her for a few minutes. When I recovered I
retreated a little from my unconditional encouragement
and said 'Really I'm OK with this but you do just
whatever you want to do.
She began to speak quietly 'I want him to fuck me, not
like you do, but just do it. You know stick his dick in
my mouth and cum on my face and stuff, not be nice but
use me like a tart, make me do dirty things. I don't
know what I mean really but he says I'm too nice and I
want to show him I can give him whatever he wants
however disgusting.'
My cock re hardened as she spoke and I pulled her face
down onto it. 'Show me how you'll suck his dick' I
ordered, pushing it to the back of her open mouth. She
tongued it top and bottom and pumped her lips up and
down on it until suddenly I began to splatter her
tonsils. 'Let him cum in your mouth, I want you to
swallow his spunk like a prostitute does' whether they
did or not I haven't a clue but that's what I said.
After that we fucked again violently then parted
exhausted. We drove the short distance home almost in
silence neither of us wanting to reopen the
conversation.
We finished early on Fridays and I collected Les from
her office. It was probably my imagination as I waited
but the chaps in the cars coming out of the factory
gates all seemed to look enquiringly at me as they
passed. Perhaps Frank had let on he was taking my girl
out? She came down the office steps in her short black
skirt and crisp white blouse.
As I pushed open the car door there were a couple of
complimentary whistles from some factory lads on the
other side of the road. She waved to them and slide into
the car. We kissed hello and I joined the homeward
stream of traffic. I was heading for the usual place
when she announced she wanted to go straight home.
'I've got to get ready, that's if you're still ok about
me going?' I countered 'Do you really want to go out
with him, and you know, do all that stuff you said?'
Looking straight ahead, she almost whispered. 'You said,
you wanted me to be like a prostitute for him and yes,
the idea gets me hot. It scares me but I want to do it,'
she reached for my cock as I drove down her road. It was
rock hard. 'And it turns you on too, doesn't it?' I
didn't reply but pulled onto the drive of her parent's
house. 'I'll pick you up 7-30.' She got out.
As the front door opened I was waiting. God, she looked
good, her pink lipstick matching her heeled sandals, her
dark eyes flashing through the long lashes and her
glossy hair in heavy waves around her shoulders. The
July evening sun shone full on her as she came to the
car, the deeper tone white of her knickers and bra just
discernible under the white dress. She swung her legs in
after she slid into the front seat.
I glanced down just catching a glimpse of the stocking
welt, where the dress flapped open below the bottom
button. I knew if I asked her not to go, she would
happily just go for a drink with me and forget all about
it. My stomach churned as I turned the car out of her
road and headed for the pub on the Hagley road.
We travelled in silence until we pulled onto the car
park. The place was a steak house and quite busy. I
parked where I could see the cars pulling in, off the
dual carriageway. Les turned to me. 'Are you sure you're
ok with this?' Her dress gaped open at the top and I
could see almost all of her breast, brown as a bantam
egg down to the darkness of her nipple. 'Because if
you're not. I don't have to go through with it.' she
paused, 'but if I do, things won't be the same again
will they?'
My mouth felt like it was full of cloth. I could hardly
speak. 'Whatever you do, I'll always want to be with
you, but I really get off on the idea of you fucking
him. If you hadn't been keen I would have tried to get
you to do it somehow.'
Frank's Rover 3000 pulled onto the car park and parked
up facing the road. 'He's here.' I said.
'I'm going to do anything he wants,' she whispered,
opening the car door. 'But it's you I love, wait for me
at the end of our street.' We didn't kiss. She got out
and I watched her cross the car park.
Frank must have spotted her in the mirror as she
approached, and got out of his car to greet her. He was
taller than I remembered and not as portly as I had
imagined, a big bloke. Lesley looked tiny alongside him.
His large hand momentarily brushed her behind as he
ushered her to the passenger seat and held the door as
she stepped in. In a couple of minutes they had gone. I
was tempted to follow the departing Rover but thought
better of it and resigned myself to killing time and
waiting as instructed.
I didn't want to go home to the inevitable, 'where's
Lesley questions' and for the same reason I wanted to
avoid the pubs where our friends hung out. In a bit of a
daze I ended up driving into town buying a 'Wimpy
Burger' which I normally wouldn't cross the road for,
then throwing most of it away. More than usual it tasted
of salty cardboard and my mouth was dry and I couldn't
swallow. Sitting in the car park I imagined the course
of events. How long would they spend in the pub? Would
she be ok? Frank's first move. To touch her breasts or
explore her legs.
In the same moment I was both sick with jealousy and
concern and yet aroused by the idea that my girl was at
that minute probably straddling a man older than her
dad. At eleven I pulled into the street just off the end
of the road where she lived. The Rover pulled up
opposite just after midnight. Every car that passed in
either direction had set my stomach churning, now I was
electrically charged.
Though it was gloomy away from the street lights I could
make out Frank sitting in the driver's seat but no sign
of my girl. If my heart could have pounded any louder it
would have woken the sleeping estate. A car swept past.
The brief illumination was enough for my 'locked on'
vision to discern the rhythmic up and down movement of
dark shadow above Franks lap.
'Oh God, she's sucking him off in the street where she
lives.' Fascinated I watched the car. A few moments
elapsed then she sat up, and lay back in the seat. There
was an inaudible exchange of words, and she stepped onto
the pavement. The car door clicked shut and the Rover
droned off into the distance. I flashed my car
headlights. She turned and walked towards the car. She
looked ok.
'Let's go down the lane,' she instructed as she closed
the car door. Without response I turned the car into the
main road and drove the few minutes to the lane. This
was one of our usual haunts and where we were rarely
disturbed after the pony enthusiasts had gone home. 'How
was it' I ventured as we came to a halt. 'I'll tell you
after you fuck me' she replied, already climbing into
the back of my Anglia. I followed her pushing the seats
up over the dash for more leg room.
As I undid the buttons of her dress, she had my jeans
unzipped and was pushing them round my ankles, reaching
for my prick. She no longer wore a bra or knickers and
as I caressed her face with my fingers preparatory to a
kiss I was aware that her hair was wet and sticky no
doubt with spunk from that last minute blow job I had
almost witnessed.
Our mouths met as my cock eased into her and Lesley
began to writhe beneath me. I could smell Frank's sperm
on her hair and felt my tool expanding inside her.
Turned on but I suppose emotionally confused, I climaxed
in double quick time, sobbing between kisses, 'God I
love you.' She began to come in a series of shuddering
convulsions and then lay still breathing steadily.
'You are sure you want to hear this?' she demanded.
I drew her to me, 'Yes.'
She began describing how they went to some pub on the
back of Clent hills where she judged most of the women
there were with someone they shouldn't be with and how
in less than an hour she'd downed four Cherry B's she
was so nervous. Frank had dared her to show him her
knickers and she had. Unbuttoning her dress to the waist
to open it for him in the pub.
At that point he had said, drink up and they drove to a
car park on top of Clent somewhere. It was still light.
Frank had leaned across and kissed her at the same time
opening her dress at the front. Les said she slid down
in the seat and he had pushed his hand up between her
legs and under her behind. He was able to lift her
bodily and ground the heel of his palm against her cunt
through her knickers. 'It felt nice,' she said and when
he pulled his hand back he drew down her flimsy homemade
G string.
Then he undid the front fastening bra to knuzzle her
breasts as his 'fat fingers' her words, gently probed
her cunt. She reached over to find his dick hard in his
trousers. At her suggestion they got into the back seat.
She took off her dress and was now completely naked
apart from her shoes and stockings. Kneeling in the well
of the car still in his shirt and trousers, he lifted
her legs over his shoulders and began eat her out,
reaching up to tweak her nipples as he did so.
'It was so good, I found myself pulling his head into my
crotch,' she confessed. 'Then he turned me over and made
me put my bum in the air. He continued to lick my cunt
but started licking around my bum-hole and pushing a
finger in. He asked me if I liked it! I said it was ok.
Suddenly he had his tongue in my arse and it felt great
probing in time with the rhythm of his fingers on my
clit.
Listening to this was bittersweet. My dick was rock hard
but I was jealous.
'I wanted it to carry on' she said but Frank turned her
onto her back again took off his shirt and pushed his
trousers and pants down and placed the tip of his cock
at the entrance to her fanny. Lying over her he told
her, 'If you want it in you, you put it in.'
She said his penis was about the same size as mine maybe
a bit longer but not as fat. She grasped it and guided
it into her. 'It slid in easy, I was so wet' she
confessed. 'He fucked like mad as soon as he was fully
in me, and sucked on my nipples and shoved his fingers
up my bum. In a few seconds he was jerking his spunk
into me and I wasn't far off coming either. Then he
pushed his tongue into my mouth and asked, 'If I could
taste my own arse', dirty bastard, but he kept on
shagging me and I came off.'
While they rested Frank asked about what she had done
with me then got her to suck his floppy cock back to
life. As soon as it was hard he fucked her doggy fashion
a bit slower this time. When she sensed he was about to
come he made her turn round and take it in her mouth
again. 'My missus never does this,' he told her as his
come splattered the back of her throat. Les never really
liked the taste or texture of sperm, but she told me
because he had said that, it made her determined to
swallow it down.
Another break and more talking then Frank wanted to 69.
Les got on top and Frank cleaned out her fanny and gave
her brown hole some more attention, licking her clit
till she had another orgasm, flooding his face with her
juices. She turned round and began to ride his cock.
She had begun to wank my dick as she relayed the detail
of this evening of debauchery. 'There's one last bit,'
she said carefully. 'While I was riding him, I thought
he won't come again, so I asked him, what else won't
your wife do?' 'She won't rim my arse' he replied which
apparently is what he'd been doing to me.'
I gasped 'What did you say?' 'I asked him if he wanted
me to do it for him' said my prim little girlfriend. She
had then lain back on the seat while Frank knelt astride
her face. She began by licking and sucking his cock then
travelling down to his balls. sucking the bit that joins
the bollocks to the anus, which she said immediately
made his dick stiff again. Then as she wanked his cock
with one hand, she applied her mouth to his arse.
As he held the cheeks of his backside open she licked
and probed his anus with her tongue, gently reaming it
open with her fingers. Eventually she could get her
tongue in and could feel the pressure of his ring piece
on her tongue both trapping it and pushing it out at the
same time. Frank could not stand more of this and turned
to point his prick at her face and shot another load of
jism into her face.
As she reached this conclusion I pulled her down onto my
cock and pumped my load into her mouth. She swallowed it
without complaint.
'And that was it' she concluded.
'But, you were sucking him off when you turned into the
street,' I said.
'That was something else his wife has never done, I'd
told him I did it for you. And he came again! All in my
hair. Put the light on,' she replied.
I switched on the interior light. Her breasts and upper
thighs were covered in dark blue black love bites. 'He
asked me if you knew and when I told him, 'yes', he
said. 'Well he'll know now won't he?' and gave me
these.'
'Are we ok?' she asked.
'I-I think so,' I said 'will you see him again?'
'If he asks me I will,' she replied.
'That's good,' I said.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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