Spying on My Girlfriend Being Seduced By Her Father's Friend Ch. 01
© Starman2345 2008. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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WARNING. This story includes graphical descriptions of hardcore sex between a mature male (50's) and a (legal) teenage girl. If you think something might offend you or you are under legal age to read porn stories, please don't go further and delete this file.
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Even at twenty five, I can still turn the heads of teenage girls. Not only am I what most girls would consider gorgeous, I am also an intelligent and cunning guy. I admit that I use this to my advantage, telling those sweet dumb things what they want to hear, and one way or another getting into their pants, then stuffing my cock in their tight little pussies. There's nothing like the whimper of a teen girl as your cock slides in and out of her cunt.
I spotted her at the local supermarket. Stereotypical I know, but for some reason those places are a magnet for any up and coming hottie that may live local. As I stood at the rear of the line I could feast my eyes on her form without fear of her catching me... she was too distracted by her work. I noticed that her male customers (of all ages) were distracted themselves... by her lovely olive skinned soft face, big brown eyes, long honey blonde hair, jutting tits and svelte frame. Her arse, like most teenage girls, was a perfect bubble. Standing there, I imaged it naked; naked, soft, warm, round and firm. My cock surged at the mental vision of her on all fours with that sweet bum in the air, the gorgeous little bitch with her jeans and panties around her knees while she offered her cunt up to me. Softly I moaned, imagining the pleasure that would surge through me as I pistoned my cock in and out of her...
The very girl I was daydreaming about broke my daydream. Her reaction to me was typical as I sauntered up before her. Apart from firing an aloof 'hello' in response to her sweet voiced greeting, I paid her no attention. Hot girls hate that; they are used to males lucky enough to encounter them having to wipe off the drool; they are used to writing guys off in two seconds, and they love the power and ego trip of doing that. When you don't give them that, you would think that you called them a whore in public from the insulted looks they get on their faces.
Anyway, I could feel her eyes on me, wanting my attention, but also checking me out. Damn, these chicks are so predictable. Is there not a single hot chick out there who can't give her ego a rest when she encounters a guy, whether she wants them or visa versa? Then, as all the tallying up had been done, I made my move, "Seems I spend more money on my cat than me." A crap joke, but she laughed a sweet little giggle, letting me to know she liked me. So, I grabbed my packed grocery bags from the far end of the register, prompting her turn her back on the waiting customers (one of whom took the opportunity to check out her ass) to hand me my change. It was then I locked eyes with her.
I whispered, "You're a gorgeous little thing. What time do you finish? I'll pick you up and we can go out driving."
She stalled for a second, more taken aback my boldness than hesitation, "I I...um...I finish at 5.00," she stuttered.
BANG! She was mine.
That was five months ago. Even though I have fucked a few other chicks behind her back, I have stayed with Leigh... she is an amazing piece of eighteen-year-old ass. An absolute showstopper! Anywhere we went, whether she was in her senior year private school uniform or all dressed up to ensure (illegal) entry into a club or bar, she garnered all the attention a girl could ever want. And Christ, what a fuck she turned out to be! But when I say that, I don't mean she jumped around like some porn star screaming out how much she loved cock, I mean she was willing to try new things, totally reveling in the sexual experience. Whether it was my cock wrapped in her heavenly oh so tight pussy, stuffed up her exquisite bum or thrusting in and out of her mouth, she was into it, into it, into it! Yep. She had become a right little cock lover.
I had my own pad, but the fact she was eighteen meant that her (long time single) father wanted her home most nights. But he was a nice guy, didn't mind the age difference, and was cool with me being over three to four nights a week as long as it was after she had completed her studies. Most night he let me stay also, in a separate room of course, and I respected him enough not to play midnight visits to my sweet girlie who slept but two doors down the hall.
Her father, Greg, belonged to a few different clubs, but he seemed to go out very little. Most nights his best friend, Steve, would also be over. We would all share a beer and a laugh together, many times late into the night. Neither Greg nor Steve are rich or handsome, but they are good guys.
Leigh's father had had a few flings here and there, but with two broken marriages under his belt, he wasn't keen to lose any more heart, or money. Steve, at 55, was a little older, balder and far paunchier than Greg. He had a very quick wit, a nice way about him, but never seemed to talk much about women. Maybe his past was dotted with bad experiences also. However, I did take great amusement at catching Steve drinking in Leigh's form whenever he thought he could catch a secret glimpse. He never knew I saw him, but I didn't mind, she was a hottie, and it's a simple biological fact that a fine female form will attract male attention. A man's age does not change that. No matter, it was just a harmless perve... let him have his thrill.
Of the four of us, Steve and Leigh were the only ones who smoked, a habit her father did not condone, but knew he could not stop. She wasn't allowed, however, to smoke in the house, so he had decked out the garage for her, and had it heated so she could smoke in comfort. Two or three times a night Leigh and Steve would duck out to the garage for a puffer. Sometimes I would go out to join for some (un)fresh air, but most times I would stay in the far more comfortable house, drinking and chatting with Leigh's father.
One Friday night I had picked Leigh up from school and arrived at her home to find Greg and Steve in the midst of a serious drinking session. Now, normally Greg won't allow Leigh to drink, but he was half taken by alcohol, and it decided that he would make an exception. "Just this time." he said with as much seriousness as he could muster.
The night rolled on. Beers were the poison of choice, but we also had a shot each, watching with great amusement as Leigh, still in her school uniform, spat hers all over the cat. The four of us were well on the way to being quite pissed when Steve said he was off for a smoke. He turned to Leigh and asked if she was keen to join him. Staggering to her feet, she grabbed her packet and they swayed out of the room toward the back door that led to the stand alone garage. I watched my girlfriend's gorgeous little bum in her short tartan skirt... do men ever get over schoolgirls? I wondered if Steve was thinking the same thing as he followed her.
A few minutes later Greg asked me to join him for a walk to the local to stock up on our dwindling beer supply. After Greg ducked out to the garage to inform Leigh and Steve that we would be gone for while, I stood to make for the front door, but nearly collapsed, laughing while stating the obvious that I was a little too pissed and would hang back and guard the fort. Greg gave a drunken chortle and headed out the door.
Now I was alone in the house, no fun when you're drunk and feeling merry, so I decided to stand, regain my sense of balance and sneak out to scare the crap out of Leigh and Steve. The concrete drive absorbed any sound my steps may have made as I gained on the well lit garage, which was windowed on each side and fitted with a remote controlled roll a door; the only access to inside.
If I was to make good my scare, I would have to learn where the two were situated. Lowering myself into a crawl (which felt far more stable anyway) I made my way toward the around the darkened back of the garage, planning to scare the crap out of them by bashing the tin garage wall closest to them. Reaching the point below the window, I slowly lifted myself to standing, until my eyes came into line with the bottom of the window. I was close enough now to stuff up a good scare.
As I peeped cautiously into the window, I was relieved to find Leigh and Steve facing away from me, lying on their stomachs, diagonally away from me, with Leigh the closer to me. They were side by side, but not too close. In their drunken state, they were overcompensating for the distance by talking louder than need be. I was momentarily distracted by my girlfriend's smooth, rounded thighs that disappeared under her skirt to give rise to her bubble of a bum.
Snapping back to the present, the conversation was slurred as they puffed away, but I could make it out clearly. Steve seemed to be answering a question, while my gorgeous, slow blinking, obviously quite inebriated Leigh, was trying her hardest to concentrate upon his reply.
"Well," he said, "I haven't been with a woman for a while now." He hesitated. "To be honest... ahh... I nearly said it, but I would be the alcohol making me say it."
