That night Mandy locked the door to her room to keep the dirty little nerd Peter at bay. With her eyes closed Mandy lay there in bed thinking of everything that had happened since her first meeting with old George.
As her mind started to wander she questioned herself over why she reluctantly seemed to enjoy being used by these disgusting people. The more she thought about it the more she began to realise where these feelings came from, and she could pinpoint the exact moment in time when it all started.
She remembered an incident that occurred when she was 18, almost a year before she met old George. She hadn't given it any thought in recent months with everything that had been happening, but she does remember that recounting the event in her mind used to always get her so excited that she would often use it when she wanted to enjoy a little solitary self pleasuring.
What happened to her would have been extremely unpleasant and shocking to anyone else, and it should have had the same affect on her but for some reason it really didn't. At the time she knew it was a horrid and nasty thing and it was something that she wouldn't have wished on her worst enemy, but afterwards, although she could never bring herself to admit it, she found she couldn't help thinking about it and getting turned on every single time she did.
It was one of those things that unfortunately just sometimes happens and, although she was the victim, she was too ashamed to ever tell anyone. However she could remember it all in such detail, and the whole experience had a deep impact on her. As she lay there analysing why she found it such a turn on she found her mind drifting back to that day two years ago........
Being a pretty blonde 18 year old college girl meant that you were always bound to get rather a lot of attention. But when you're a pretty blonde 18 year old college girl with unusually huge tits and a college uniform that involves wearing the shortest skirt you could get away with, then you get more than your fair share, in fact it was, of course, constant.
It was a hot summers day and Mandy took a shortcut, as she often did on her way home, across a private field edged by dense woodland. The grass was long but there was a well trodden dusty path that she had used many times before that took you around the edge by the trees.
At about half way there was an old bench, as she approached it she saw a homeless old tramp that she had seen there a few times sat catching the sun. Next to him stood his rusty old bicycle with two old plastic carrier bags hanging off the handlebars stuffed full of all his worldly goods.
As she walked by him she felt a little uneasy at the way he was unashamedly staring at her, ogling her. Being a hot day she had taken her blazer off and was carrying it over her arm, she sort of wished she had kept it on as she was aware that the cut of her white blouse did nothing to conceal the enormous size of her tits.
As she walked past with her pretty blonde ponytail swaying from side to side, she held the hem of her short grey college skirt down with her hand afraid that a sudden breeze might give him more of a thrill than he bargained for.
This went on for several days, her walking by trying to ignore him, and him glaring at her obviously enjoying what he saw. It made her feel uneasy as he looked a little scary, but the alternative was another fifteen minutes on her journey to walk all around the outside of the field and trees.
Friday afternoon came and she was thinking how she was going to spend the weekend as she crossed the field on her way home as usual. Remembering she was about to walk past the old tramp in his regular spot she decided to put her blazer back on, not that it really concealed her huge tits but it made her feel a little less exposed to his gaze. As she approached she saw that he wasn't there, the strange thing was however his bicycle was still propped up against the bench. Confident that he wasn't around and being a hot day she slipped her blazer from her shoulders and continued on past the bench clutching it in her hand.
As she went on another few yards she heard a groaning sound coming from the trees. When she looked she saw the old tramp leaning up against a tree bending forward holding his stomach. Mandy stopped and wondered if she should ask him if he was alright. She felt nervous about approaching him but at the same time she couldn't help being concerned for him, as she stood there deciding what to do he let out another groan as if in some pain.
She couldn't just walk on by knowing this poor old man may need some help so she waded through the long grass towards him.
"Are you alright?" she called out as she got closer to him. She seemed to have forgotten for a moment how uncomfortable he had previously made her feel. Her attention was on the fact that he was in pain, she didn't stop to think how tempting she must have looked in her uniform with her short skirt with her incredibly huge tits trying to bust their way out of her crisp white blouse.
He looked up at her as she got nearer and reached out a hand towards her. "Help me Pretty," he begged. Mandy found his referring to her as "Pretty" as rather sweet, and the fact that he was such a very old man seemed to help allay her fears slightly.
When she got close enough to him he reached out and grabbed her forearm, at the same time he let out another painful groan and held his stomach.
"Should I call for an ambulance or something?" she asked him.
"No no Pretty, just give me a few minutes and I'll be OK."
She couldn't help feeling nervous at the way he had a firm hold of her arm, as she looked at him she could see just how old and disgusting he was. He wore a long ragged coat that was absolutely filthy and torn all over. He had a dirty thick grey beard and his craggy old face, that she had thought was just very suntanned, turned out on closer inspection to be just plain dirty. His calloused old hands too were black with dirt and the underneath of his finger nails were absolutely thick with muck.
With one hand he held her arm and the other he held his stomach, holding his dirty old coat together at the same time.
Mandy was aware of the way he was looking her over and wished she hadn't taken her blazer off as she caught him several times sneaking glances at her tits.
Again he groaned, "ooh its so painful...it hurts."
"Can I do anything to help?" she asked him feeling rather concerned.
"Well...maybe you can Pretty," he answered and then paused with a shifty look in his eye.
"Well?" she asked, "what can I do?"
"I have this problem, and you, more than anyone else, I'm sure can help me."
He opened the front of his old coat and Mandy just froze, she couldn't believe what she saw. His filthy old trousers were unzipped and his huge dirty old balls were hanging out. But more shocking for her was what was standing up above them. He had a huge erection, his cock did indeed look painful, it was so big and hard with a swollen purple head that looked as if it could explode. It seemed to be as thick as her forearm and was all gnarled and dirty with veins bulging from it up and down its length.
As she stood there rooted to the spot unable to move, the old tramp smiled at her displaying a mouth completely void of any teeth. She knew what the situation meant, he wasn't in pain at all it was all just a trick.
"Maybe if you would just rub it for me Pretty, I'm sure it would start to feel better," he told her. "I...I would do it myself but my hands are so hard and rough that it would hurt even more."
Still unable to move or even speak Mandy just stared at it feeling too scared to say anything that may upset him, but at the same time feeling intrigued, even mildly excited.
He raised his hand to her face and gently brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek, the smell of his hand so close to her face was awful. "You're so soft Pretty, help a poor old man out of his agony...mmmm?" he said as he licked his lips expectantly.
As he let his hand drop slowly from her face he brushed the back of his fingers across her left breast, pausing for a moment while he pressed against it slightly feeling its firmness.
He lowered his hand further, took her other wrist and guided her hand towards his swollen cock.
"No!" she said as she pulled it away from his grip. She knew she should have screamed or ran or something, but instead, for some strange reason, she just remained where she was unsure what to do.
"Ooh come on," he said, "don't tease a poor old man like this." He reached out and again took her wrist and moved her hand towards his aching cock, "just touch it for me....please...just for a second."
She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement that was affecting her, but reluctantly this time she allowed him to place the palm of her hand against the underside of his cock and she gently wrapped her fingers around it.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," groaned the filthy old tramp as she held the disgusting smelly thing in her hand. It felt huge as she slowly began to feel her way up and down it. She was amazed at how hot it was, and the way his skin seemed to ripple over the hard deep ridges that covered it from base to tip seemed to fascinate the beautiful and naive 18 year old.