A 1970's Story

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In the seventies I was going out with my girlfriend(16) and she had made a few friends from her work. I was introduced to some at various times when she took me to visit them. I was instantly attracted to a couple and there was some flirting, mainly on their part, whenever we had drunk a few glasses of vino, or shorts. However I was yet to meet the notorious Fran, who was a supposed devout Catholic, but had confessed to my gf that she was fucking her boyfriend every chance she could, and using contraception. This was the still at a time when Catholic parents would disown their daughter if they knew she was having sex outside marriage.
Fran was only 5ft2 in with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, and she was very thin, that made her tiny tits look like two tennis balls bouncing against her ribcage. She used to wear cotton dresses, buttoned from top to bottom with a nurses metal clasp belt at her tiny waist. I imagined her boyfriend enjoyed having frontal access to her svelte body, or at least her pussy as the buttons were easily undone. My imagination was almost turned to revulsion when I met her bf, who looked like a sweaty German Gestapo major, as his hair was slimy and appeared stuck to his head in a combover, plus he had a small unkempt moustache.
The first time I met Fran I was uneasy. At every opportunity, when my gf was out of the room or looking at something, Fran was finding any excuse to rub herself against me as she moved from one part of the lounge to another and her little arse rubbed against my crotch. Although Fran looked like an anorexic Swede, I could see her nymphomania would be attractive to a few men and as she was 8 years older than me(17) I had daydreams of fucking her in all positions throughout her house. After a couple of weeks visiting Fran regularly, I was subjected, to more flirting and sexual touching that I was not used to, plus she always wore bright orange lipstick which would leave an imprint on my cheek as she greeted me. My gf used to laugh at how Fran flaunted herself, and as at that stage we hadn't had sex, she wasn't jealous of Fran's advances, as she felt I wouldn't be interested in an older woman. So the chances of me fucking Fran were pretty much ignored by her and by me, as I was more interested in getting my cock into my gf's pussy where my fingers were most nights.

Then came the situation I was dreading. My gf was working and I was asked to take a pottery figure to Fran's house as it was a premarriage present to her from my gf's mother, and I was the only person free to deliver it. I was praying that Fran's parents would be there but one was at Church and the other at a meeting for devout Catholics. So I knew there would be some sexual tension especially as Fran greeted me with a full on kiss on the mouth and a flick of her tongue as she pulled me tight to her. I nearly dropped the figurine. As Fran took me through to her lounge I noticed she had seamed stockings on, which I had never seen her wear before. Whenever she had flashed her inner thigh to me previously I was aware she wore pale tan tights with a white pair of knickers underneath. I couldn't stop a rock hard erection as my mind raced to think what else she was wearing. Fran soon spotted it.
I could hardly stop her hugging me then kissing me with her orange lippy coated lips and within seconds she was on her knees unzipping my jeans and dragging my cock out. Her remarks were interesting as I gathered that I had a bigger cock than her fiancé, and she stroked my foreskin back before gobbling half my cock down her throat. She had me totally at her mercy. I don't know how a Catholic girl learnt to give a blow job like she did but it was amazing.
She was like a vacuum cleaner in suction and it didn't take long before she was sucking a mouthful of cum from me. I expected her to stop and spit but she carried on and on till my cock was sensitive to her touch and my cum never even dripped from her orange lips. She swallowed greedily and intended to get me hard again. We went upstairs to a bedroom and I was intrigued to see what a blonde 25yr old with a body of an adolescent teenager looked like in stockings so I undid her dress. She dropped her belt to the side of the bed and as her dress slipped off I saw she had no underwear on just a garter belt holding the black stockings up. I was soon on the bed with her pulling at my cock to get it hard enough for penetration, into a small pink pussy with a tuft of blonde hair at the top of her mound. Surprisingly she was very tight and I wondered if all the talk about her fucking her fiancé was just that. I still wasn't attracted to her just to the idea of shagging a skinny freaky nympho, especially as she was my first to be fucked wearing my fetish, black stockings.
Fran wanted it every way possible and she enjoyed it best sitting on top of me sliding up and down on my numb cock. After about an hour I came and filled her up with cum. Afterwards I just lay exhausted. Fran was hoping for more and sucked the wetness off my cock. Then suddenly we heard the front door click and heard her mother shouting for Fran. It was panic. We both stood to lose our relationships and Fran her home life. Luckily the bedroom had a sash window and just a few feet below was the coal shed. I scrambled out onto the roof and dropped down into the back yard but twisted my ankle. Later on my gf asked how I managed to injure myself, plus the classic question. "Did you give it to her"? Oh yes I said. She got it fine.
A week later I bumped into Fran as she left work and she said her mother wanted to know why she was wearing stockings and how come her belt ended up on the floor of her(the mother's) bedroom. Yes we had soaked the eiderdown, to the paren's bed, in my cum and Fran's cunt juice. Later that year at the wedding I noticed Fran's mother was wearing orange lippy that Fran had suggested. My mind went into overdrive. A few years later Fran's dad died and the mother asked my wife if I could go and help sort out her husband's clothes. My Christian duties were rewarded. Fran's mum, a sprightly 69 year old wore her orange lipstick that day. Fran had confessed to her what had happened. She had been thinking about it for months after her hubby died and she had some very impure thoughts