Dirty Old Men

Nice kid is Meena. Bloody cheeky mind. The things she says I’d never take if it weren’t for the fact she is a cute 19 and very pretty. But nice kid none the less. I’d luv to fuck her but I’v no illu- sions that she fancies me. I mean I’m 56 and look it. Fantasies is a different matter – I dream of shuvving it up her tube with her begging for more… You get the idea. She knows damn well what I’d like to do with her and she doesn’t mind a bit – even encourages me to tell her so she can tell me what a dirty old man I am. I guess she sounds like a bit of cock tease. Dunno, maybe she is but if so I sure as hell don’t want her to stop.

She works in a newsagents. Asian family. That’s how I met her ‘cos that’s where I buy my porn mags. She used to tease me rotten about it – that’s how we got to know each other.

It was six months ago. I was buying a mag and instead of the usual teasing she says: “Can I meet you afterwards.”

“Finally succumbed to my masculine magnetism, Eh?”

“Don’t make me cringe. You’v been decrepit since before the war – Boar war that is” Educated kid see. I didn’t even know there had been a Boar war until she started telling me I was old enough to hav fought in it. “But” she added “I reckon you’re in for a pleasant surprise.”

“I won’t hold my breath unless the surprise is your wet cunt around my cock.”

“Just be patient,” she said givving me this really funny look. Sort of knowing and dirty and cheeky all at the same time.

We met in a cafe.

“You’re a real dirty old man,” she began as she sipped her coffee, “and that’s dirty with a capital D.”

“I do my best.”

“But for all that, you’re OK. It’s funny but I feel safer with you than a lot of guys who make out they’re real straight.”

“Always a gentleman, that’s me.”

She stared at me. “Nah… Gentleman? Nah” and then she laughed.

“Thanks a bunch.”

“Anyway my best friend Anita, she’s a virgin but she doesn’t want to stay that way. Well she reckons you can only lose your virginity once so it might as well be something to remember so she wants to lose it to a perv that’s so old wrinkled and repulsiv that no one in their right mind would fancy. So I thought of you.”

“Now hang on there…”

“Of course,” she said smiling ever so sweetly “if you don’t think you qualify I could ask someone else.”

“Ah… Er, No, No… That’s OK. You describe me perfectly.” Hell there are some things more important than pride.

“Good,” she replied smugly.

“Is this for real.”

“Would I lie to you.”

“Yes.”

“No this is for real.”

“In that case how would this friend of yours feel about losing it to two dirty old men?”

“Two,”

“My mate Fred, he’s even more repulsiv than me.” Meena looked at me disbelievingly. “Believ me he is. Real fat.”

“Look I’ll put it to her. But one last thing. Anita has a real complex about her weight. She doesn’t diet or anything silly but she thinks she’s fat. She’s not, she’s only a size 16, but if you even hint to her she is anything but incredibly sexy I’ll kill you. Call her a slut if you like but not fat.”

“Sure, what kind of bastard do you think I am.”

“No, I know you’re OK. That’s why I’m asking you.”

**

So there we were two Sundays later waiting for this Anita kid to show up. Fred asked if I minded if he lit up. I told him he didn’t hav to stay – I hate fag smoke when I’m nervous.

She was due at two. Almost dead on there was a ring on the door bell of my flat. I opened the door while Fred waited in the bedroom.

She took my breath away. I’d been ready for some plump bint with braces and frankly would hav considered myself lucky (you can’t afford to be choosy at my age) but she was a real stunner.

Sure she were no Kate Moss but who wants that (OK sure I’d fuck Kate Moss if I had the chance but like I said I’m not choosy).

Everything about her, the way those round metal frame glasses sat on her long straight nose, the hint of chunkiness in her cheeks the untidy dark brown hair falling over face, the way she fingered nervously the strap of her white canvas bag to the look in her eyes that said she was way out of her depth but wasn’t scared to go deeper (scrub that, she looked scared as hell but was getting off on being scared), everything about her was 100% Phwoaar.

She was the type you see at your local college who you just know are feminists, lesbians or both but knowing they’re totally out of reach doesn’t stop you knowing that you’d risk death to get your cock inside ’em. And get my cock up her virgin fuck tube was exactly what I was going to do.

“I’m Anita,” she said nervously.

“Then get inside quick before I start doing things to you that will get me arrested.”

She hesitated and just for a moment I thought she was going to chicken out, but walked in and shut the door behind her by leaning back on it.

“God, Fred,” I called out, “we’re in luck. This has got to be the most unbelievably pokable bit of skirt I’v ever laid eyes on.”

Poor kid didn’t know what to do. You could see she was offended but despite herself she was also clearly, flattered, thrilled even, to be the object of such blatant lust, even from a perv like me.

Then Fred came out of the bedroom. Anita’s face was a picture. I mean Fred is a slob at the best of times but he was really playing it up today with his belly hanging over the waistband of his jeans and a days stubble on his chin. You could see what she was thinking – ‘My God, I’m going to let my self be fucked by that?!!’

“Get em out then,” he said. Anita just stared. “Your tits, lets see em.”

And she did. Almost reluctantly she lifted her T-shirt to reveal a black lacy bra and she closed her eyes as she slipped her fingers into each bra cup to pop first one breast and then the other. Fred smiled and reached out to tweak one of her nipples.

“Oh,” she squeaked now suddenly wide-eyed.

“You’v got such gropable tits it just ain’t possible to keep my hands off them,” said Fred who promptly gave them a good squeeze. And then he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up so she was face up and her legs dangling. “Now get those knickers off,” he told me.

So I pushed up her skirt and grabbed her knickers (white ones with red strawberries), grabbed them between her legs so my fingers brushed her quim and pulled them down while she was going “Oh my god. Oh my God.” She mainly just let it happen but helped me slip them over her feet once they were round her ankles.

“Ain’t that the most gorgeous quim ever. Bet you’v been playing with yourself for years to get those lips so swollen like that you little slut.”

I tell you she blushed. She knew I was talking bull but I’ll lay money that at 12 she was one of those girls writing to the problem page of their teen mags saying they’d ruined their life because their quim had swollen up from too much wanking. I reached out and caressed those folds. She didn’t react, just breathed a little quicker, that’s all.

“The bedroom,” I said and Fred carried her through and dumped her on the bed. “I get first go,” I added as I fumbled with my flie as I pushed my knees up between her legs.

“No!” she squealed. I froze, I could tell from the tone that this time she meant it and to confirm she added, “Safeword!” which I’d suggested to Meena should be a stop word. Damn, damn I cursed to myself, I should hav realized we were taking her too fast. Fred was mouthing curses silently and I was glad Anita couldn’t see that.

“Relax, no problem.”

Anita sat up. Her skirt was still in a bunch round her waist. “I’m sorry I guess I just panicked.”

“That’s OK,”

“You don’t mind.”

“You’re a really attractiv girl. It would hav been nice but what you let us do is still enough to giv us some real nice memories. You don’t need to say sorry – we should be saying Thank you.” I said not really believing a word I was saying.

“It should hav been perfect. Everything was just like my fantasies, I mean both of you are really gross,” she smiled cheekily.

“We do our best.”

“Pity, I mean what a way to lose my virginity, Huh?”

“Yep.” There was a pause. No one spoke for a bit.

“Look can I change my mind again?” she said in a rush.

“You need to ask!” I said, my easy going act disappearing in an instant.

“I really mean it this time. Forget that safe word just fuck me what ever I say.”

“No,” I told her firmly “the safeword stays, I’m going to treat you like a total slut and I don’t want to be worrying about going too far.” “OK,”

Without warning I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up. I told Fred to hold them and he pulled them back over her head so that Anita’s quim was pushed upward and exposed. I fumbled to get my cock out.

“Wait, slow down,” she gasped. She knew her remaining time as a virgin was numbered in seconds. “Oh,” she squeaked as she felt my cock touch her quim. I thrust. “Ouch, that hurts.” I buried myself deep inside her. “Oh god, I’v done it havn’t I.”

“You sure hav,” I told her as I thrust again.

“Ooo, it’s really sore … but don’t stop.”

I didn’t need telling. Theres just nothing that beats sliding cock inside a warm wet cunt and wet she sure was.

Fred got in on the action whipping his prick out and waving it Anita’s face. “Suck it you slut” he said.

Anita just smiled sweetly and said “Guess I must be if I’m doing it with such a repulsiv slob like you.”

“Cut the cheek, just suck.” and she did.

I was nearly coming, I needed a respite so I said to Fred, “Swap places?”

“Sure,”

I pulled out.

“Look can I hav a rest for a bit, I’m feeling quite sore” said Anita. We nodded. I thought of asking her to suck me but it seemed a little unfair when Fred weren’t being seen to, so we slipped off her remaining clothes and the three of us sat on the edge of the bed with Anita in the middle. It was really quite nice Anita alternativly kissing Fred then me while we ran our hands over her body groping anything gropable. Every time she kissed one of us she gave a little shudder as if she was thinking ‘I can’t be doing this!’ but she kept coming back for more.

Then Fred began running his hands between her legs. Then he began groping her real rough, at least that’s how it must hav seemed to Anita but I knew what he was really doing – grabbing roughly the outer bits of her quim that weren’t so sensitiv while lightly running a finger over her clit. Anita’s eyes were wide open. You could see she was feeling that she was being mercilessly raped by Fred’s hand.

“Do it to me now. Do whatever you want. Don’t listen if I say no again. Just do it.” In a moment she was on her back and Fred was between her legs. Her head was between my knees and my cock was in her face.

“Suck!,” I ordered but she kept her lips tightly closed with a ‘make me’ grin across her face. I grab- bed the nipples of both her tits. “You’d better start sucking.” Still that cheeky grin. I squeezed.

Couldn’t hav hurt her much but it sure scared her. Her mouth shot open in a gasp and in that moment I plunged my cock in. She sucked enthusiastically even though with too much teeth but hell it was still heaven. Fred was grunting away and from the shivers running through the girl beneath us she was pretty close to coming but however good it feels sucking is never enough to make me cum on its own.

Anita shuddered beneath us. She was coming for certain now. I pushed my cockhead to the back of her throat.

“Swallow. Cum on don’t kid yourself you can’t do it. Just do it!” And she did. I felt the muscles of her throat giv and I was down it. Bliss. Almost at once I felt her throat muscles tighten and I let them force my cock out. I gave a moments respite and then my cock was pushing insistently at her throat again. For a moment it seemed that her throat tensed even harder against my invasion but then resistance seemed to collapse again. To hav a cock inside her throat was too strange a thing for her to keep it in for a brief moment but she kept letting me back for more. Three, four, five – god the tightness, especially the moment before my cock got pushed out by her gag reflex. Then six and I was coming down her throat. As I slipped back she milked my cock of it’s spunk as she ran her tongue round.

That was something. As my cock softened I sat back letting my cock run across her face as it slipped out.

“I swallowed it all,” said Anita looking ever so cute and pleased with herself.

“You did and all, you dirty sweet beautiful slut,” I said bending down to kiss her briefly on the lips while my hands reached up to tickle her on her sides which had her instantly shrieking.

Afterwards we lay for a bit cuddling her in the middle. When I was younger that would hav got me hard again but it still felt really good havving her naked body touching mine. Finally Fred got up to leave. Then I made her coffee and she left. I knew it was the last time I’d see her.

I ask about her now and then when I see Meena. Meena never really answers – just says something about Anita always says losing her virginity was quite some- thing.

“Hey why don’t you cum round and I’ll giv you the same treatment,” I always say. Meena just makes a face but she’s weakening, she’s weakening I tell you.