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A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like women, and especially those who like to be women (which includes me!)

 

V is for Vicky.... or 'An Older Man's Fantasy....'

by Bethany Jacques

 

"Mike, it's getting late. You really ought to go and fetch Martina."

That was my wife talking, we'd sat up until almost one in the morning waiting for Martina to get back from the party. At first I was reluctant, I mean, Martina was nearly eighteen and really we should be standing back and letting her learn life's lessons herself. But right then Malcolm, our son, staggered in the door. He was clearly the worse for wear.

"Malcolm, where's your sister? I thought you were supposed to be seeing she was all right."

Malcolm looked towards us with glazed eyes. Definitely drunk. Very. He just grinned.

"She was groping some old guy, he must be nearly thirty, when I last saw her. He looked like he was after..."

At which point he suddenly turned and staggered towards the downstairs bathroom, at least he made it just in time. I could hear the sound of quite large scale vomiting. I turned towards Mary.

"I'd better go and fetch her."

OK so she could indeed learn her own lessons, but not yet. Not if some randy older guy was aiming to get off with her. It seemed like just a few years ago she was a skinny little girl playing hockey in the school team. Yet she had grown into a beautiful, young, vibrant woman who turned the heads of males of all ages, even mine to an extent. I'd even noticed some of my workmates looking at my daughter with desire. At first it bothered me a bit but than I realised that even I looked at girls her age, not that I would ever do anything, I just looked. I was more than happy in that respect, Mary and I had been together over twenty years with no sign of any problems.

When I got to the house where the party was, I realised it might take me quite a while to find her, there were a lot of cars parked along the road. I parked my car and as quickly as I could I walked up to the house. Outside the front door I saw several couples in close contact, basically a typical teenage-and-a-bit-older party, at least as I remembered them. From quite some time ago.

I quickly looked them over in search of Martina. I saw her friend Jean making out with a boy, his hand was down inside her pants, her legs were slightly spread and turned towards me She smiled in recognition, then turned her attention back to him. Jean was my daughter's age, and I felt I ought to stop this but I didn't really want to embarrass her. I went up to the front door and in, promising myself that I'd break it up on the way out if they were still at it. Or I might just ring up her parents, I wasn't sure about Jean's age but I had a thought she might be younger than she looked.

I walked inside the party, and the heat and the music hit me. It was even warmer and louder than the parties I remembered, as least I had that impression. Music was blasting to the point that I could hardly hear anything else. The lights were dim and all the youngsters around me were bouncing up and down and dancing. I quickly realised that everyone was pretty drunk.

I looked around but couldn't see Martina so I started making my way through the throng. As I was pushing my way in, I felt lots of people - young girls especially - pressing against me. At least it was them I noticed rather than the guys but then I'm a red-blooded man so I would, wouldn't I? Their young soft breasts and their bums were rubbing against me as I threaded my way towards the kitchen, thinking I might find Martina or maybe the host or a parent there. I couldn't suppress the feeling of excitement, for the first time in a long time I was feeling young breasts pushing against me. Happily married or not, it was exciting me.

As I reached the door to the kitchen, one particularly drunk young lady was pushed against me. She realised, I think, that I was male and that seemed to be enough for her. She started to grind on my thigh with her leg. She was wearing a very short, tight black dress, exactly the sort of LBD Mary used to wear in her youth. Her very attractively made-up eyes were glazed, she was holding two drinks in her hands and thrust one towards me. Feeling hot, feeling excited, I needed it, I took a large gulp. It was scotch and soda with not much soda. When it hit the back of my throat I just stopped there for a moment, still outside the door to the kitchen.

"Hi, I'm Vicky. Looking for some fun?"

"I'm looking for my daughter. Martina. Have you seen her?"

The young leggy blonde was staring straight at me, smiling and basically giving me 'the look'. She was coming on to me! I was shocked. And I was flattered. But really, it wouldn't be right. I reached out to push open the door behind her but as I did so she slightly turned and my hand slid right underneath her loosely open top and landed on her bra. The top opened a little, my eyes and my left hand simultaneously discovered that she was rather well-developed in that respect and that she was wearing a black bra. I was shocked and embarrassed that my hand ended up where it did.

"Oh yeah, baby" she called out, turning towards me. Her eyes were open wide, and she pressed her thong against my leg hard. My hand was still on her bra. I looked around to see if anyone was noticing us but no one was, everyone was dancing and doing the same thing. My own cock had begun to swell at the moment I had entered the door and saw the assembled throng and their antics and was extremely hard by then. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to separate from the young girl in front of me. I took another big gulp from my scotch.

My heart was pounding. I reached around her with my free hand and grabbed her arse. Again I looked around me, no one was looking towards us. I just couldn't help myself, the whole idea of feeling this girl was dominating my thoughts. I needed to find Martina, but I wanted to stay with Vicky. She did indeed seem rather different from many of the other girls there all dressed in tight tops and sweaters and jeans and so on. She probably wasn't the only one there wearing a dress though she was certainly the only one so 'formally' attired, the short black dress and the high heels and so on.

"I'm Mike" was all I said as I slid my hand down the bare back. I just couldn't resist it, I allowed my hand to slide further down into the crack of her bum, my index finger tracing it down towards her arse-hole. She was quite a bit shorter than me, though her high heels lifted her several inches. I was aroused, hell of course I was. I had to risk it - I bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. She responded very willingly indeed by sliding her tongue inside my mouth. She did not stop my hand or my finger even when it slid past the string of her thong to reach her tiny hole. I teased her anus and felt her stir in my arms and moan.

"Oh yes, Mike, more. More."

She pressed her thong harder against my leg. There I was I was making out with this gorgeous young blonde and feeling her arse-hole under my finger. I broke away to get some air and look around again. Lights were still dim, all the other youngsters were still dancing and screaming and groping and bouncing and no one noticed what I was doing to her. Like I said, in all our years of marriage I'd never 'strayed', but Vicky seemed to be tempting me so much.

"Do you like my perfume, Mike. It's called 'Seduction'."

That did it! I looked down at her. She was definitely young, long shining blonde hair, pretty face, nicely made up with good-sized breasts and smooth silky skin. I held on to her and pushed my way towards a door I saw at the end of the room. When we reached the door, I opened it and looked to see if anyone was watching, then led her into what I discovered was the dining room. Clearly furniture had been moved into there from the lounge for the party, pushed against the dining table was a large leather sofa.

I quickly closed the door behind us. Thoughts of Mary and of Martina had vanished from my mind, all I could think about was Vicky. To my amazement - and delight -and without a warning she dropped down to her knees, put her glass down and started fumbling at my zip. My hard cock bobbed out into the air in front of her young lips.

Without looking up, she grabbed my cock by the base of it and stuck the head into her mouth closing her eyes again. I almost blew my load right there. Her deep pink lips puffed out and wrapped around my shaft as she took me deeper into her moist mouth. It felt warm and slick. I quickly reached her tonsils and she reversed the direction.

'She must have done this before' I thought, as I felt the suction of her mouth on my hard cock.

For the next two or three minutes she sucked away. I realised I was reaching the point of no return and I didn't want to cum yet. I pulled her off my cock and pulling her up, turned her around. I pushed her gently down onto the large sofa and lifted her mini-dress up above her hips. Her young shapely arse was right in front of me. I put a little pressure on her lower back to make her arch and spread her legs wide apart at the same time. Her arse spread apart showing me her black thong, the thin string nestling between her arse cheeks.

I reached underneath her and with both hands grabbed her tits through her bra while putting my tongue on her arse-hole. I ran my tongue the length of her opening as I heard her moan. I was drunk with lust and passion and in the state of high arousal. I never had such a young girl before, and to be honest I didn't want to resist. I'm not sure who was seducing who, but I was certainly a very willing participant.

"Ahhh... oh yes, Mike!" She was moaning loudly. I loved the way she smelled, fresh and womanly, I continued my treatment of her bum while she moaned like a young whore. There was a few seconds of pause, and afterwards I felt her move her hips. She started moving them up and down, gyrating, establishing her own rhythm and keeping my tongue inside her hot little hole.

She was fucking my tongue now, like it was a hard cock stuck inside of her bum-hole. She was pushing her hips and arse onto my face fucking my tongue, spreading her legs wider, moaning and loving what she was doing. I just hung on and let her do it, I didn't need to do more.

"Oh my God..." I heard her moan.

Without stopping I opened my eyes and looked towards her gorgeously made-up eyes. The young girl was looking back at me from behind her spread-open arse with surprise on her face. No doubt this was the first time she felt a tongue on her arse-hole. She didn't change her position and with a wrinkled forehead she watched me as I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them wide. With my tongue I felt her tiny little arse-hole open just a fraction. I placed the tip of my extended tongue again in the middle of it and pushed in. With the pressure applied, my tongue slowly went in about an inch.

"Oh my God...What are you doing to me...Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh..."

I felt her arse-hole tighten up, I looked up at her again. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, looking down at me. I saw a look of shock, guilt and pleasure mixed into one. I felt her loosen up and again I slipped my tongue an inch into her young anal canal. Again I felt her arse-hole tighten up, but this time I felt a tiny movement in her hips. I withdrew my tongue out of her anus again, licking the rim of her tiny hole. I gave her a few seconds to relax and again invaded her arse with my tongue.

"Aaaahh..." I heard her moan in delight.

It was an unmistakable moan of pleasure. She was giving into me. She was giving in to my invasion of her tiny little arse-hole.

"Ohhh...my God...my arse... do me, hell yes, fuck my arse ...." she moaned.

After my earlier attentions Vicky was nice and loose, allowing me to freely tongue fuck her hole. She even adjusted her stance to give me an optimum angle to access her waiting anus. By that time I had a huge hard on hanging between my legs. I wanted this girl so badly. Without warning her I stood up and quickly guided my hard cock to the opening of her arse-hole. She was so relaxed, maybe she didn't realize what was happening until she felt the tip of my cock slipping into her arse-hole. By that time it was too late. I watched as my cock sunk inside her anus, expanding it to accommodate the size.

"Aaaahh ...No.. oh no!" she yelled.

I grabbed both of her hips and with one strong move impaled her arse on my cock.

"Ahhh...No...oh hell ... yes!" she screamed.

The noise from the room next door was muffling her screams, but I grabbed her face and twisted it towards me. I kissed her so she couldn't scream. My cock was buried deep in her arse and I had her pressed down on the sofa. I held her in that position for several seconds, giving her time for her arse to get used to the size of my cock.

Her mouth was open as if to scream, but my tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth, making any scream attempts impossible. I realised she didn't want to scream. Her tongue was exploring my mouth too, I started moving my cock in and out of her arse-hole very slowly. I felt her body tighten up again, but I didn't stop this time, I continued my slow invasion of her young anus.

Her arse felt so tight that I knew I wouldn't last long. I slowly increased the speed of my strokes and continued kissing her. I reached round to slide a finger or three maybe into her cunt, and found a very hard, erect cock!

"Hell, Vicky...." I said, really somewhat illogically but then I wasn't thinking.

"Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me! Now!"

It was a guy, a young man, well, but I didn't think about it. My cock was in heaven and I didn't care. As far as I was concerned I was fucking a young girl's arse, OK so she had a cock too but I was too close to worry about that. I thrust deeper and harder, we were both moaning by then, really quite loudly. After about a minute of hot anal sex with someone who I was still thinking of as a beautiful teenage girl I was ready to cum. With one final thrust I buried my cock deep inside her arse and shot load after load of cum into her. I let her head go and grabbed both of her tiny tits again, crushing them hard under the fabric of her dress.

With my coming my cock expanded more than it had done in years, making her arse-hole stretch wide. To me it seemed like eternity before I was able to come down enough to look down at her. She was in the same position, bent over with her legs spread apart and hands spread wide across the leather sofa. She was breathing hard, her head slumped low. I slowly slid my still hard cock out of her arse-hole. Looking down I saw her previously small anus stretched open, gaping wide with some of my cum dripping out of it.

I saw that as soon as she felt the cum run down on the inside of her thigh she squeezed her anal hole shut and then relax again. Again it opened but not as wide as before. More cum oozed out and again she clenched her anus. Her hole was shrinking enough to keep my cum inside of her.

"Vicky, that was ... sensational!"

Suddenly she turned around and without any warning wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard again. I felt her tits crush against my chest. She laid her face down on it and simply said "Thank You."

I was shocked. I did not expect that. I maybe expected her to cry or hit me, or even run out of the room and scream 'Rape', but not this. Vicky was embracing me warmly, and thanking me for doing what I did to her.

I instinctively closed my arms around her and gave her a hug. We were standing there in a warm embrace for a minute.

"I always imagined what taking it up the arse would feel like...and you made it happen for me," she said as she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of thanks and indeed gratitude.

"It only hurt for a moment...and then it felt so good..." We both stood up and re-arranged our clothing, then she reached up on her toes and planted a wet kiss on my lips.

Of course I responded and I kissed her back. We stood there locked in each other arms, kissing for a few minutes. When we broke away, I could tell she wanted more. Her breathing was deep again, and she was looking at me with anticipation of doing it again.

"I have to find Martina. I have to find my daughter." I said not knowing what else to say.

I opened the door and walked out, then I realised I was holding Vicky's hand just as a young boyfriend might have done. I slid an arm round her waist affectionately as we again headed towards the kitchen. I needed another drink. Right then I just started considering what I had just done. It hadn't been rape, it had been sex. And with a boy, a trans-sexual, a transvestite, a she-male. Whoever. With a girl with a cock, sure, but a girl nevertheless. I turned and smiled at her, then I heard a voice from another girl in the kitchen who had her back towards us.

"Katie? Have you seen Victor?"

There was a bit of noise behind us, totally unrelated to us, but she turned round. I stared at Martina. My daughter. She was standing there, a man rather older than her was holding her hand just as I was holding Vicky's. She saw me, saw my partner. Clearly she was surprised, even shocked.

"Hi Dad, Hi - Vicky!" Martina is a quick thinker. I realised she was holding this guy's hand in her left hand and her red panties in the other. She noticed where I was looking.

"My God. Vicky. Did you...?"

Like I said, Martina thinks quickly. Vicky squeezed my hand.

"We sure did, girl. He's fucking good, your Dad."

She slid her hand back round my waist, I was obliged to do the same, to pull her closer to me. Despite the presence of my daughter, I kissed Vicky, hard, affectionately, again. Martina looked at the two of us, then down at her panties, then towards her partner. She looked at me and grinned widely.

"I won't tell Mum if you don't!"

 

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