“Geoffrey we have a visitor,” Mother cackled one summer Saturday afternoon in 1938.
“Who is it?” I asked as I looked up from my book.
“Stephanie,” she said.
Now Stephanie used to live next door and we grew up together, until her family moved upmarket to the other side of town and I went to University and we went our different ways.
Sephanie came into the lounge, “Hello Stiffy!” I greeted her. She hated that nick name.
“Hello Geoffrey,” she replied in annoyance. Her long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and her breasts had definitely improved since Iast saw her but her sensible shoes knee length brown skirt and green cardigan plainly spelled out the message “Not Interested”
She sat opposite me, “I hear you’re engaged to old Archie, Lord Archibald Knoakes no less.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “Mummy has made wedding planning her life’s work.”
“Well he’s a great catch, he must be loaded,” I observed, “Life of luxury not having to grub around to make a few bob like the rest of us.”
“Yes life of luxury,” she said staring at the fireplace.
“You sound cynical,” I observed.
“He wants me to stop working when we get married.” She agreed.
“That’s good isn’t it?” I asked.
“But I like my job,” Stephanie explained, “But he thinks its demeaning.”
“So why are you telling me this?” I asked, “Shouldn't you be talking to him?”
“He won’t listen,” she admitted, “That’s why I came to see you.”
“What can I do?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, “I really don’t.”
“Is it the sex thing which worries you?” I asked, “You shouldn’t really, lot’s of girls really like it,” I paused nervously before admitting “I go to this club where we get some girls in and roger them royally and they really like it Stiffy, really, really enjoy it, don’t be scared, you’ll soon get to like it.”
“Don’t be silly,” she sighed, “Of course we’ve done it, we take precautions of course.”
“Oh sorry” I sighed.
“Oh yes,” Stepphanie replied, “He wines and dines me and takes a room in the hotel, and buys me roses he’s very attentive and it’s all over in a matter of seconds.”
“Oh, I see, and then?” I asked.
“He goes to sleep.” she admitted.
“Oh,” I agreed.
“Is that normal?” she asked.
“Lord no, I usually do it five or six times, when I go to the club,” I admitted, “I always us a rubber of course, and it’s with different girls, have you tried sucking his dick?”
“Of course not,” she snapped, “Why is that what your whores do?”
“Yes, when chaps are flagging,” I assured her.
“Ugggh,” she shuddered, “Do they do that to you?”
“No, I don’t usually have that problem,” I assured her as my dick started to get excited
“Oh,” she agreed.
“They are in their underwear, stockings, suspenders fancy brassieres, corsets, high heels, skimpy panties.”
“I’m not wearing any panties,” Stephanie explained, “So you won’t find me attractive will you?”
“God Stiffy, please,” I protested as my dick reared. “Stop tormenting me, it’s not fair.”
“Do you want me to suck your dick?” she asked.
“No! You’re engaged!” I replied.
“Or sit on your dick without a rubber perhaps?” she continued.
“Stephanie what has got into you?” I demanded
“Nothing, that’s the problem.” Stephanie insisted, “ I’m climbing the walls here Geoffrey I need a proper fuck”
“Oh lord, sorry can’t oblige,” I apologised, “Can’t do it with another chaps girl, wouldn’t be the thing.”
“If you don’t fuck me Geoffrey Higginbotham In shall tell Archie you held me down and forced me.
“Oh well when you put it like ," I replied, “Lie back and spread your legs and I’ll oblige."
“Not here you idiot," she said but I already had my belt undone and my straining dick proudly reared through the fly in my underpants. “Oh gosh.”
She stood up and pulled her knickers down, she had lied to me, she had been wearing pants all along, then she sat on the edge of the sofa holding her skirt up with legs widely spread and her hairy cunt lewdly displayed .
I knelt before he and she grabbed my rigid dick and guided it into her moistened slit, “Ohhhh,” she gasped.
“Geoffrey would you like a cup of!” Mother asked innocently as she walked back into the room. “Oh god what are you doing!”
“Fucking mother, Stephanie rather blackmailed me into it!” I declared.
“Well don’t get any stuff on the settee, and what will Lord Archibald say,?” Mother asked before she realised she was not really welcome, “Perhaps you’ll have a cup of tea afterwards?”
I was well up Stephanie by now, “Fuck me, do it hard, fuck me like a whore, like I’m just a cunt, just meaningless sex,” she gasped.
“I’ve been wanting to do it for so long,” I replied.
“Oh for fucks sake you’ll be telling me you love me next!” Stephanie replied, “Oh for fucks sake!”
“Shut up,” I ordered as I pounded into her, I kissed her neck.
“Ohhhh Geoffrey,” she cooed, as I really got into my stride and then stuck my tongue down her throat as we fucked and she kissed me back and then she was cunning and I was cumming and it was all over as I pumped her full of spunk.
“Oh fuck,” Stephanie exclaimed. Spunk was dribbling all over the settee as I withdrew my shrinking dick.
“Oh well c’est la vie,” I agreed, “We’ll use a bed next time.”
“And get naked,” she agreed, “Shall we have a cup of tea first?”
“Not now,” I replied, “Lord what must mother think?”
“Mother thinks you’re a lovely couple,” Mother said, “Do you take milk, oh lord what have you done to the settee!”
We looked guiltily at the stain, “No don’t touch it, get upstairs both of you I’ll try some bicarbonate of soda.”
Stiffy looked at me and I looked back at her, “Upstairs?” she nodded, We left her pants on the sitting room carpet and hurried upstairs, she had her cardigan off before we even opened the bedroom door, her shirt and bra came off and I grasped her wonderful firm tits, her skirt came down next. her stockings stayed on as my shirt and pants came down and then she was on my bed and my dick was where it was meant to be. Deep inside Stephanie’s willing cunt.
Gently this time, lovingly, tenderly. It seemed so natural. Her nipples against my chest and when I shot my load we talked. I never did get to my club, Mother called us down to dinner and then we went next door where the Blenkinsops had a telephone and rang Stephanie’s mother to tell her gleefully that Stephanie and I had been fucking all afternoon and she would be home in the morning.
I big helping of Cottage Pie and some tinned peaches reinvigorated us and after another couple of sessions we fell asleep and woke with the morning sun.
It wasn’t much point pretending any more, Stephanie didn’t want Archie and she liked fucking with me and I liked fucking her. Which was good really as next thing she missed her period and was up the duff.
I was quite pleased really and I don’t really miss fucking five girls in a night at the club. Honest Yes, really. All right I close my eyes sometimes and dream she’s....
