by Ray Gordon
‘No boyfriend, then?’ David asked her as they walked down to the river bank.
‘No, not really,’ Mandy sighed. ‘To be honest, I don’t know that I want a permanent relationship.’
‘As you know, I never married. I suppose the right girl never came along but, apart from that, I could never see myself settling down.’
‘You must have had girlfriends?’ Mandy said as they followed the bend in the river.
‘Oh, yes, I’ve had girlfriends. But I’ve never had a meaningful relationship. I’m too old to find a girl now.’
‘You’re not old,’ Mandy said, with a giggle.
‘I’ve always liked younger girls and I’m far too old to attract them now.’
‘Girls of my age?’ Mandy prompted him.
‘Well, yes. I mean … don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to score with you. I find you incredibly attractive, and very sexy … What I mean is …’
‘I know what you mean, David.’
Sitting on the short grass in a secluded spot by the river, Mandy felt flattered. Incredibly attractive, and very sexy … His words playing on her mind as he sat next to her, she felt her clitoris stir beneath its fleshy hood. This wasn’t supposed to be a sexual relationship, she reminded herself as she gazed at him. He was wearing an open-neck shirt and tight trousers and was very good-looking. He was also great company – but he was a friend of the family. As his gaze lowered to her naked legs, she again felt her clitoris stir.
‘Are you seeing anyone at the moment?’ she asked him.
‘No, I’ve not been out with anyone for over two years.’
‘There’s something about two years,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I left home two years ago, I started my business two years ago and … and that’s when a long-term relationship ended.’
‘You’ve not had a boyfriend for two years?’ he asked softly, frowning at her.
‘Well, I’ve had the odd encounter. But nothing to speak of.’
‘A young and attractive girl like you … I find that amazing, Mandy.’
‘Amazing or not, it’s true. I suppose I’ve been busy and haven’t ventured out a great deal.’
‘Haven’t you felt lonely?’
‘Not really. I suppose I haven’t thought about it, until now.’
‘I’m sure you’ll find a young man and fall in love before long.’
‘I don’t think I want that. Not yet, anyway.’
‘What about girlfriends? Surely you have girlfriends you go out with?’
‘There is one, but she’s always chasing after men. She’s great fun but … All she talks about is men and her sexual conquests. To be honest, I don’t know what I want.’
‘You have all the time in the world, so don’t worry about it. Right, shall we walk back to the pub and have a drink?’
‘No, not yet,’ Mandy murmured. ‘Let’s stay here for a while.’
‘You like it here?’
‘Yes, yes, I do. I always liked playing in the woods when I was young. The family picnics were great. The woods, open countryside, the river bank …’
‘I remember you going off in the car with your mum and dad. It’s funny to think that I’ve watched you grow up and now we’re out together.’
‘I used to like it when you came round. You were always fun to be with.’
‘You are sweet,’ David said, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
Mandy’s stomach somersaulted as she breathed in his aftershave. It was only a friendly kiss, she reminded herself, returning his smile. Or was he making a sexual advance? Lying back on the short grass, the evening sun warming her young body, she felt at ease with David. Perhaps it was because he was an older man, she reflected as he placed his hand on her knee. Her womb fluttered as he moved his hand up her leg. She was sure now that he wanted her body.
‘Mandy, you’re beautiful,’ he breathed, leaning over and kissing her full lips. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.’
‘It’s OK,’ she murmured, losing control of her inner desires. ‘Do it again.’
His hand slid up beneath her skirt as he locked his lips to hers. He massaged the swell of her pussy lips through the tight crotch of her panties. Mandy breathed heavily through her nose as his tongue met hers. This wasn’t what she’d wanted or expected, but … Moving her panties aside, David eased a finger deep into the contracting sheath of her vagina and massaged her inner flesh. She quivered as she breathed in the scent of his aftershave again. An older man, she thought, recalling Paula’s words. But he was a friend of the family and … Kissing her neck, he moved down and sank his teeth gently into her erect nipple through the thin material of her blouse, and she quivered again.
Mandy writhed on the grass as he slipped his finger out of her tight vagina and tugged her panties down her long legs. Kicking her shoes and panties off, she parted her legs wide as his hand ran up her inner thigh to the hairless lips of her vulva. She’d never dreamed that she’d be having sex with the man she’d lived next door to for most of her life. If her parents discovered that she was now having a sexual relationship with him, they’d go mad. David certainly wouldn’t tell them, she mused dreamily as he massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. No one would discover her affair with a man old enough to be her father.
‘You’ve shaved,’ David gasped in surprise.
‘Yes, I … Is that OK? I mean, do you like it?’
‘God, yes. I’ve always thought it a shame to cover the beauty of the female form with hair. You really are beautiful, Mandy.’
‘I don’t think I’m beautiful,’ she replied, giggling.
‘Well, I think you are. I’ve watched you grow into a stunningly attractive young lady. I must admit that I’ve had naughty thoughts about you. But I never dreamed that I’d be with you like this. I remember one of your dad’s barbecues when you were wearing a short skirt and I gazed at your legs and …’
Arching her back as David continued to massage the solid bulb of her clitoris, Mandy wasn’t listening to him. Her clitoris began to pulsate and she wondered what sex would be like with an older man. How big was his cock? she wondered in her sexual delirium. He’d said that he’d had his naughty thoughts. Had he imagined fucking her? Had he tried to look up her skirt at the barbecues? She’d never imagined that the neighbour she’d known for so many years would one day be masturbating her.
‘What were your naughty thoughts?’ she asked him as she writhed on the short grass beneath the evening sun.
‘I used to look at your naked legs,’ he murmured, increasing the pace of his massaging rhythm. ‘I’d look at your naked thighs and sometimes I’d be lucky enough to glimpse your tight panties.’
‘Tell me more,’ she gasped. ‘What did you think?’
‘I’d see you come home from college and I’d gaze at your short skirt, your tight blouse. My thoughts were very naughty.’
‘Tell me.’
‘I’d picture your sweet little pussy nestling between your slender thighs. I’d imagine that I was licking your tight crack, tasting your hot milk and …’
‘I’m coming,’ Mandy breathed shakily. ‘God, I’m … I’m coming.’
Her young body shaking uncontrollably, her breathing fast and shallow, she cried out as her clitoris swelled beneath his massaging fingertips and erupted in orgasm. Waves of pure sexual ecstasy welling from her contracting womb and crashing through her convulsing body, she parted her legs to the extreme and lifted her naked buttocks clear of the ground. Her juices streamed from her neglected vagina and ran down to the delicate brown tissue surrounding her anus. She was desperate for the feel of David’s wet tongue between her splayed thighs.
Maybe he wasn’t into oral sex, she thought as her pleasure finally began to fade. Recalling Gary, the way he’d tongued her wet vagina and sucked her clitoris to orgasm, she hoped that David had some surprises in store for her. Three men, she thought, as she remembered John’s purple knob pumping sperm into her gobbling mouth. Maybe one would be g
ood at oral sex, one good at fucking, and one … John wasn’t particularly good at anything, she mused as she recovered from her amazing orgasm.
‘How about going for that drink now?’ David said. ‘Or would you rather stay here?’
‘I’m not interested in the pub,’ she murmured.
‘You’re young, Mandy. I don’t want to take advantage of you.’
‘I might be taking advantage of you,’ she said, chuckling softly.
‘Well, I really don’t think that you’d want to take advantage of an old man like me.’
‘All right, then, you go ahead and take advantage of me. I’m yours, David. Do what you want with me.’
Moving between her splayed thighs, he kissed the hairless mound of her mons. His tongue slipped into her well-creamed vaginal slit and teased the sensitive tip of her swelling clitoris as he drove two fingers into the tight duct of her pussy and expertly massaged her inner flesh. Mandy writhed again, her lubricious juices lubricating his thrusting fingers as he sucked the solid protrusion of her clitoris into his hot mouth.
David was good at massaging her clitoris to orgasm, Mandy thought as her thighs twitched and her head lolled from side to side. He knew how to use his fingers, his mouth and tongue. But did he know how to pleasure a girl with his solid cock? Wondering again about having several men, each with their own particular sexual expertise, she recalled Paula’s comments on having two men pleasure her. But Mandy wasn’t a whore. She could never imagine allowing two men to use her young body. Picturing two solid cocks, one pumping sperm into her mouth, the other flooding her tight pussy with spunk, she grabbed David’s head and cried out as her clitoris pulsated within his wet mouth.
‘Again,’ she gasped. ‘God, I’m coming again.’ Her young body shaking uncontrollably as she writhed and whimpered in the grip of her powerful climax, Mandy held David’s head tight and ground her open vulva hard against his face. Her swollen clitoris pulsating within his wet mouth, her vagina gripping his thrusting fingers, she once more imagined his solid cock gliding in and out of her tight sex sheath. Desperate for the feel of his rock-hard organ thrusting deep into her, she finally pushed his head away as she came down from her amazing pleasure.
‘No more,’ she breathed. ‘God, no more.’
‘You’re beautiful,’ David murmured, licking his pussy-wet lips as he sat upright between her splayed legs. Slipping his fingers out of her fiery vaginal duct, he smiled. ‘You’d better rest for a while and then we’ll go and have a drink.’
‘No, no,’ she gasped. ‘I want you to fuck me.’
‘I’m too old for you, Mandy. You don’t want some old bugger like me …’
‘I do want you,’ she persisted. ‘I want your hard cock fucking my tight little cunt.’
Her crude words sent her arousal soaring and she half-opened her eyes, watching David through her long lashes. Unzipping his trousers, he grabbed his solid cock by the root and slipped his purple plum between the splayed inner lips of her hungry pussy. His cock shaft driving into her contracting sex sheath, his swollen knob meeting her ripe cervix, he locked his dark-eyed stare to hers and smiled.
‘I never thought I’d be doing this,’ he said. ‘I’ve watched you over the years, fantasised and dreamed and … this is a dream come true, Mandy.’
‘If I’d known how you felt …’
‘You were too young. But you’re too young now. I find it hard to believe that you want an old man like me.’
‘Stop worrying about our ages. We’re together, we’re loving, so enjoy it.’
Withdrawing his solid cock and then driving again into her young body, David let out a low moan with every thrust. In a sexual frenzy, Mandy wrapped her legs around his back, allowing him a deeper penetration of her young vagina. The sensitive tip of her erect clitoris massaged by the wet flesh of his veined shaft, she reached another mind-blowing orgasm as he threw his head back and pumped out his fresh spunk. Squirming beneath him, digging her fingernails into the soft grass as he increased the pace of his shafting rhythm, she knew that she’d be meeting him again.
This wasn’t just cold sex as it had been with Gary, she reflected as she rode the crest of her orgasm. There was something more to this. Perhaps it was his age? Her young body shook and writhed and her vagina overflowed with his creamy sperm. If he discovered that she had other men, that she’d used other men for crude sex … This relationship was special, she decided as her orgasm began to fade.
‘Sorry I was so quick,’ he gasped, stilling his deflating cock deep within the spermed sheath of her vagina. ‘I just couldn’t hold back.’
‘It was heavenly,’ Mandy murmured, her eyes rolling as she drifted down from her orgasm. ‘You’re amazing, David.’
‘You look beautiful with your shaved pussy. You look young and … You must think I’m a dirty old man.’
‘You must think I’m a slut.’
‘God, no. Not at all. Why say that?’
‘David, you’re not a dirty old man. OK, you’re old enough to be my father. But what the hell does that matter?’
‘You’re right, I’m being silly. It’s just that it’s not every day a beautiful young girl like you … Would you like to see me again?’
‘Yes, very much. I think it’s time for that drink now.’
Slipping her panties up her long legs and concealing her sperm-oozing pussy slit, Mandy clambered to her feet and adjusted her clothes. Running her fingers through her long dark hair as David straightened his shirt, she felt happy. Thinking again that there was something special about their relationship, as they walked back to the pub she began to wonder whether to keep Gary and John hanging around. Now that she had David she didn’t need other men.
Sitting outside the pub with David, Mandy sipped her vodka and tonic and pondered on the future. Playing games of one-upmanship with Paula wasn’t going to get her anywhere, she decided as she gazed into David’s dark eyes. Making up stories about sexual conquests and earning lots of money was a waste of time. She’d keep Paula as a friend. But the games would have to stop. She had David now, so there was no need for silly games.
Four
MANDY LEAPT OUT of bed the following morning and grabbed her dressing gown as the doorbell rang. Bounding down the stairs, she hoped that Gary hadn’t called round for early-morning sex. She’d have to tell him that she wouldn’t be seeing him again, she decided as she checked her reflection in the hall mirror. And she wanted John out of her life, too. She’d arranged to see David again that evening, and she didn’t want other men getting in the way.
‘John,’ she said as she opened the front door. ‘It’s rather early. I’m not even dressed yet.’
‘Sorry,’ he said, walking past her into the hall. ‘I have to speak to you, Mandy.’
‘I’ll make some coffee,’ she sighed, closing the door and wandering into the kitchen. ‘Do you realise that it’s only seven-thirty?’
‘I saw you last night, Mandy,’ he said accusingly, leaning in the kitchen doorway. ‘You were at the Riverside pub with a man.’
‘Yes, that’s right. We went out for a drink.’
‘I thought we were going to get back together?’
‘We are, John.’
‘But … you were out with some old guy.’
‘That’s David, the man who lives next door to mum and dad. He’s a family friend.’
‘Oh, I … I see. Do you often go out for a drink with him?’
‘He comes out for a drink with us now and then.’
‘Us?’
‘Mum, dad and me. We were all there.’
‘I didn’t see your parents.’
‘They must have gone into the pub. You should have joined us.’
‘I was with … I was with a friend.’
Pouring the coffee as John sat at the table, Mandy concealed a grin. John was worried, he was upset, and he’d probably been up half the night wondering who the man was. Payback time, Mandy thought happily as she placed the cups on the tab
le. Sitting opposite John, she allowed her gown to fall open just enough to display the brown teats of her elongated nipples. Coming up with an idea, she decided to worry him further.
‘David and I go out for a meal together on the odd occasion,’ she said, watching John for a reaction.
‘With your parents, you mean?’ he asked her, gazing at the firm mound of her exposed breast.
‘No, just the two of us. I’ve known him most of my life and we’ve become good friends.’
‘You never mentioned him when we were together, Mandy.’
‘It’s only during the last year or so that I’ve got to know him really well.’
‘Not too well, I hope.’
‘He’s been helping me run my business.’
‘You always said that you wanted to do something with web sites.’
‘And that’s what I’m doing. I’m good at the design, but I don’t have a head for business. That’s where David comes in.’
‘So you two work together as well as go out with each other?’
‘Yes, we do. I mean, we don’t actually work together full-time. He’s round here a lot and we …’
‘Have you ever been to bed with him?’
‘John … if we’re going to get back together, I don’t want you to start questioning me. David and I are very close friends. We get on well, we work together, and we go out for a meal now and then.’
‘I wasn’t questioning you, Mandy. I was just curious, that’s all. When are you seeing him again?’
‘He’s phoning me later today.’
Concealing her breast with her dressing gown and sipping her coffee, Mandy pondered her decision to dump Gary and John. She didn’t want to lose David, she thought as she recalled his hard cock driving deep into her tight vagina. She didn’t want him to think she was a slut. But she’d be safe enough as long as he didn’t discover that she had other men. Besides, if she was going to be more like Paula, she’d have to have several men on the go. Torn between her feelings for David and her attraction to Paula’s lifestyle, she wasn’t sure what to do. Was it possible to lead two separate lives? David would only see one side of Mandy, he’d only know the sweet little girl who used to live next door. It didn’t matter what Gary thought, seeing as he was married.