Author: storyace, ace

Title: Emanuel

Part: 1 of 1

Summary: A young French girl meets an old man and they have a sweet affair, as she reminisces about and compares him to her several young lovers.

Keywords: M/f, m/F

5900 words

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Emanuel;

When I am angry or upset, I like to walk.

On this day, I was very upset; I walked and walked, out of my small city of Bordeaux, past the fancy houses with their neat gardens, until I was in the nature. I like the nature, when there are trees and things I am more relaxed.

I wandered off the road into a field. It was getting late and cold, and my anger was also cooling now. Perhaps I should have been worried, as I had no money with me and only a light jacket, but I was never the kind of girl to worry about practical things.

I was surprised to see a man sitting under a tree. In France, people [other than me] didn't normally sit in fields under trees, they sat in nice café's and drank wine.

"Bon jour" I said.

He looked up, surprised to see another person in this lonely place off the road. He was an older man, grey and round. His eyes were red and there were tears flowing down his cheeks.
This was the most surprising of all; a well dressed middle aged man had been sitting here all alone, crying like a girl.

My own problems lifted away from my mind. "What is wrong, why are you crying?" I asked the man. I'm like that; if I want to know, I simply ask.

At first he wouldn't talk about it, as he was a man. But after some time I convinced him to open up to me.

His wife of thirty years had recently died. He had no one now, his children had moved away long ago. He didn't like his work anymore, he didn't enjoy life at all.

I told him about my own problems, but they seemed silly somehow, since I was young and pretty and every boy would help me.

Actually that was my problem; I had two boyfriends and they both wanted me to move in with them and give up the other.

But they were both such lovely boys, how could I decide? I'd been happy in my own little room in my employer's apartment above the bookstore where I worked. But now I had lost my job and I was told I must leave the room immediately.

"But they can't just fire you, they must follow legal procedures for that." He told me.

"But I was working black, it was all under the table." I told him. We had already been talking for an hour, and it was starting to get dark. But I felt ok there in the field with the old man.

"That makes no difference, you have rights." He insisted. He was forgetting his own worries as he considered mine, just as I had forgotten mine to consider his. It was nice, we were the same even though we were so completely different.

I didn't tell him what the argument had been with my boss, since it might have been hard for him to understand.

She had caught her son and I together, and she was upset because she thought he was too young. But that was exactly the point, the boy was fifteen and he needed someone to teach him about lovemaking. Who better than me?

I was nineteen years old at that time. I was not a great beauty, but all the boys liked me because I try to be happy and friendly with everyone.

My father was Vietnamese and my mother French. My mother was very beautiful, but she died when I was young. I have big eyes and long black wavy hair. I have always been slim, with small breasts. Sometimes [my friends say] I look very Asian, other times I look like a European girl.

So this boy, the son of my boss, used to look at me in a hungry way, especially if I was not fully dressed, like on my way to the bathroom. And I thought I could help this boy through this difficult thing in his life, and he was such a beautiful boy and very nice too.

So one day when his mother was out I asked him if he would like to come to my room, and of course he said yes.

My room was very simple, just a dressing table, a cupboard, and the bed. I asked him if he had been with a girl yet, and he said no he hadn't. So I asked him if he would like to make love with me, and of course he said yes please.

I am not very tall, only one meter sixty, so Jean was already taller than me. I told him to sit on the bed, and I stood in front of him and put my hands on his neck.

I kissed him very gently, since I like that and it was the first time for him. He was very sensuous for someone so young, he was completely wonderful. His skin was so smooth, and he had hardly any hair around the base of his penis.

We undressed and just touched each other for a long time.  The boy was very good at kissing, and I think he would have gone on all day if I hadn't finally pulled him on top of me. He shivered and shook with excitement as I took his young penis in my hand, and pressed it between my legs.  At long last, he entered my body, and it was very nice for me as well to entertain him there.

He came after a minute, but he was so sweet; and he stayed hard after. We made love for at least an hour more. The boy had so much energy, so much enthusiasm; his tight little behind pushed his young penis against my insides, his smooth face looked at me in wonder as I came in his arms. and we kissed, and he did it to me again; and then I got on top, and I held his face in my hands and rode him as I came again.

And he sucked my nipples, and did it to me from behind, which I don't normally like very much, but I came a third time anyway because he was so sweet and it was very erotic to be with someone so young, and a virgin too. and finally he had a second orgasm, and I felt it inside, and it was really very pleasant.

Of course after that he wanted to make love every day, but I told him he is not my
boyfriend; I already had two boyfriends, and I used to go out with them on alternate evenings. I told the boy we could continue his lessons in the afternoons after he came from school, during my afternoon break while his mother was looking after the shop.

I had already showed him several ways to please a woman. With his tongue, his fingers, and his penis, but I wanted to practice and revise much more; because he still needed practice and also I like to be helpful. But then his mother had found us together and she was very angry with me, she said I had ruined her only son and I must leave immediately.



It was getting cold in the field now, and my new friend had a big felt coat over his
shoulders. He released the buttons and opened the front, holding it open. I settled close to him, and he put his arm and the coat around me as we talked more.

It was warm and friendly in his coat. His body was large but comfortable. I thought that this is such a nice man, and I could help him so easily; surely making love with a young girl like me would repair his dark mood? Of course I didn't find him attractive, as he was old and a bit fat, and I liked boys young and thin. But it would make me feel good inside to know I had helped a stranger, and I needed to feel better as well.

So I snuggled closer to the old man, and we talked. He was good to talk to, he had a lovely deep voice but soft language. And he listened attentively when I spoke, and he replied thoughtfully to what I said.

I tilted my face up to look into his face. It was dusk now, but we could still see
clearly. His white hair was cut very precisely, and his face was freshly shaved.

He was handsome, in his way. The way an older person can be sometimes. The heat from his body felt nice, his arm around me was friendly. I looked into his face, and I thought to myself that it could be fun and actually even quite interesting to make love with him.

"You are very beautiful." He said, seeing my thoughts on my face. And then he kissed me.

I found the kiss surprisingly exciting; I had kissed quite a few boys by that time, and I had thought that kissing Claude would be more like kissing my father or something. But it wasn't like that at all, because he was a potential lover; his old mouth was hungry for me, and we kissed deeply in the cold dark field, his strong soft hands holding my slim body firmly.

I call this story Emanuel, because that is the name of my favorite erotic movie from that time.

I don't like the pornographic movies they make today, but some erotic movies they made then were different.

Emanuel was a young girl who married an older man. And he takes her to the tropics and shows her everything erotic; he has her make love with different boys and girls, and she does everything he tells her because she loves him and also of course she is enjoying herself.

Claude was much older than the man in the movie, but I was thinking that like Emanuel I had been with many boys now, but not an older man, and it was good to try it just to see what it would make me feel, because I want to have whatever experiences I can.

It was nice to kiss him and feel his strong arm around my body, and share our warmth together in the cold field. We kissed for a long time, his fingers touching my face or stroking my hair.

I love to kiss men, and feel their strong arms on my body, their rough hands on my skin. It makes me feel safe and cherished to know that I'm wanted and desired, that they will love me and perhaps even care for me a little. I don't drink or smoke or take any drugs, because I believe all those things are really just artificial substitutes for sex. And sex is good, sex is natural.

But I couldn't help but wonder; was it still natural and good if there was so much
difference in our ages?

 I put my hand between his legs, and found a very nice penis there; I love men's penises.
I find then so funny and exciting, and I love to hold them in my hands and play with them.
Claude might have been an old man, but his penis was hard and hot in my hand. I opened his trousers so I could play with it better. I stroked it the way men like, pulling and squeezing on it.

There was only one way to find out if it would be good, and that was to try it of course.
And besides, I had gone too far now to stop, I am not a girl who teases a man only to leave him frustrated.

So we kissed and cuddled in his big coat, my small hand pulling his stiff old penis in a friendly way, his hands content to hold my young body as our tongues and lips did intimate things together.

"Will you come home with me?" he asked.

"Let's make love here in the nature." I suggested.

As I said, I love the nature.

He stood, and spread his big coat on the cold grass, and I took off my clothes so I was naked, and sat down on it. I have never been ashamed of my body, I'm generally quite happy to be naked, but it was cold. He took off his clothes, and he got on top of me with my thin jacket over his shoulders.

He was big and heavy on me, and it felt very good and warm in the dark cold night air. I was very excited to be doing this, outside in the open. I had wanted to do it in the nature, but neither of my boyfriends wanted to, they always wanted to take me someplace closed and isolated, as if love was something we should hide.

And so I took the old man's stiff penis and set it between my open legs, and he pushed himself into me; normally I would have liked to take more time, but I was afraid the wet would soon soak through his coat which was under me.

I always feel the most excitement the first time with a new lover, and this was no
different. Even though he was old and fat, I enjoyed his attention, the weight of him on top of me, his big stiff penis squeezing into my young body. It was good because he was a good man, a caring man.

It was very exciting as I felt his penis probe deeper and deeper inside me; I was very wet in my vagina, my heart was beating faster than normal. Above me loomed the old man I'd known for only a few hours, breathing heavily as he pushed his hard penis deeper into my willing young passage.

I know I shouldn't say this, because perhaps some people will think less of me; but
sometimes I do this, I make love with a man I don't know at all, who I've just met. There's something very natural about it, primal.

After all, when a boy meets a girl, isn't that what both are really thinking of? But we are taught that it's wrong, so we don't do it. But sometimes I do, because I have my own ideas about things.

When I do, it's frightening, but usually very rewarding, because I have great orgasms. If I know a boy very well, it's also nice, but in a different way. And the sex has nothing to do with that really; I have had very good sex but also boring sex with people I love, and with strangers as well.

So even though Claude was still a stranger to me, and old, and a little fat, and grey, I was quite happy to feel his hard organ inside myself, to feel his energy and excitement, and to know that I was responsible for that, because I was special, I was different. I was a girl who would give myself for the pleasure of a stranger, just because I could, and I wanted to, and I enjoyed doing it.

And so kissed me and did it with me out in the nature, in the cold dark night of France.

The old man had surprising energy, and his penis was of a generous size. He heaved and thrusted into me now, he held my face and kissed me again and again, almost desperately. I held him tightly, I kissed him back and lifted my hips to meet his strong strokes. I could feel him inside myself, deep in my middle. His warm living organ, his stiff old penis, which for this brief time was mine to have and enjoy.

It was actually quite wonderful, it was so spontaneous and natural. I could see the stars in the clear sky above us as my new friend and I made love together, I could hear the crickets and the frogs, I could feel the cold dew on my hot face.

And soon, I was surprised to find I was going to have an orgasm with this man; because I hadn't thought I could enjoy it so much with him. But I did, and I kissed his lips and Iwrapped my legs around him and squeezed against his stiff penis with my vagina as he heaved and pushed against me in growing pleasure.

We were warm now, our bodies joined in passionate lovemaking. I clutched at his wide strong back as his man parts moved in and out of my woman parts, as if we were made to mate with each other, even though he was so old I and I was just a teenaged girl. And I thought to myself that age really doesn't matter here, not for lovemaking. It must make a difference for many things, but it is quite possible to have good sex with an older lover just as with a younger one.

It was so natural, so wonderful to have encountered him like this, then to make love on the same place; it was spontaneous, a little bit magical, the way I like it to be.

He had a smell, sweet yet very masculine; I inhaled it as I felt my orgasm come over me.

"Is it alright?" he asked; I found that so thoughtful of him.

"Yes!" I said.

And we came together, the old man and I, under the cold hard stars. His big old balls contracted, and I felt his hot fluid shoot into my insides. Such a good feeling. I do so enjoy good sex!

"I have a car at the end of the field" he said, pointing away from the road I'd walked on. "I'll drive you home." 

"But I have no home." I told  him.

My two boyfriends had once been
close, they would each be looking  for me at the other's house. I didn't want to decide between them, I loved them both equally; and also I didn't want to reject either of  them.

They were both such sweet boys, I wished they would agree for us  to live all together in one house, and sleep in one big bed together. But they never would, they were both too macho.

"I'll drive you to my home." Claude said.

The car was a large Mercedes, and quite new; one of  my boyfriends had a very small and old car called a "Duck", that barely ran, and my other boyfriend liked to say even dreaming of a car would  cost too much for him.

I realized my new lover must be quite wealthy. He put our soiled coats in the trunk, and something fell out of his coat pocket; a bottle of pills. I reached into the car and picked them up, thinking they were important and shouldn't get misplaced.

 "You lost these." I said to him.

"I don't need them anymore." He said, and I realized that he had intended to eat them all and kill himself, that was why he was there in the field at sunset. We got into the car and I asked him for some tissues because I didn't want to ruin the lovely seat with the fluids that were now leaking from my vagina.



His house was very beautiful, with a swimming pool and a high wall around the clipped backyard; I would have preferred it if the nature was free there, but I understood his generation likes this type of garden.

"You live here alone?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

I had a bath, and Claude turned on his central heating so I could be naked in the house. I like to be naked, and I felt comfortable amongst the artwork and fine furniture in the place, as if I was part of it, a worthwhile addition; a naked 19 year old girl to complete the picture.

I found some things in his kitchen, and prepared some simple food for us. After, we went to bed together and cuddled. I played with his cock, and he liked it but didn't get really hard again. I was happy and comfortable in his big bed, knowing no one would find me there. It was secret and safe.

If anyone had told me I could be happy in bed in the arms of a fat and hairy old man of sixty-five years, I would have laughed hard at such a good joke.



I thought of my family as I drifted off to sleep;

 My Father was often away on business when I was young. Then my brother would be in charge of my sister and I.

My sister hated my brother for what he did, but I didn't. I think it was because I had orgasms when he did it with me, and she didn't.

As teenagers, we were required to come home immediately after school, dating or meeting boys was forbidden for my sister and I. my father was very strict.

Also, we were taught from an early age to respect and obey. But when my father left us with our older brother, he abused his position.

I knew when he was with my sister, she's slightly older than I am. I watched the odd movements of the blanket that covered them, and the first time I ever masturbated was listening to their strange breathing and gurgling as my brother had sex with her.

When I was sixteen, he came to me the first time.

My sister and I were in our room in our beds when I heard the door open. Our brother entered, but he didn't go to my sister's bed this time. He came to mine.

He lifted the edge of the quilt and climbed in. "Move over Emanuel." He said.

My brother was bigger than me, and stronger too. But that wasn't important, I would have done as he said anyway. It was what I knew, to respect my elders.

He ran his hand over me; I always slept in my underwear, but only the bottoms. Secretly, I liked to rub my new little breasts against the sheet as I went to sleep.

I had never been touched, held, kissed. Not in my memory, not since my dear mother had passed away. The feeling of his hands caressing me was pure ecstasy; I couldn't believe the level of pleasure.

He kissed me, my mouth and my nipples. It made me wild for him, I wanted his love and approval so badly. Then I found his penis.

Now I had no idea that boys had these things, and I was shocked and even afraid at first.

He didn't say anything, but he took my wrist and pulled my hand back to it. In the dark, my curious fingers felt up and down my brother's stiff penis, and something unknown inside myself began to stir.

He pulled my knees apart and got on top of me. I was too frightened to breath, I had no idea what was happening, what he was going to do. Then I felt him put the tip of his warm poker there, and I suddenly understood everything.

How obvious, how simple! Only the girls had the little slot, the boys had the key that fit inside.

I chirped like a rat as he put it inside, that's what my sister said the next day. My
brother heaved and huffed on top of me, his small organ tickling mine. He came inside me, as he would at every opportunity for the next year, whenever my father was away. Sometimes even when he wasn't, my brother and I would do it in the afternoon after I got back from school, if he could get away from work. I don't know how I didn't get pregnant, it must have been a miracle.



I had orgasms then, and I liked it; I loved the feeling of his touch, the taste of his
cock in my mouth, the feel of his tongue between my legs.

When I was 17, I had another boy for the first time. My brother found a wife to satisfy his urges, who never liked me; perhaps she had a feeling about my relationship with her new husband. My sister never forgave me either, for not despising our brother as she did, for what he'd done to us.

I tried to tell her about the orgasms, but she didn't understand. She also married young, a nice boy who had once been my lover for a short time. Of course she doesn't know that.

I told Claude how I dreamed of traveling to Asia, like Emanuel from the movie. To meet people and see the nature there. He bought me a plane ticket to India.

I stayed with Claude for a couple of weeks before I left, as I got my passport and visa, got my luggage from the bookstore, and ready  myself to leave my hometown for the first time in my young life.

He was so sweet to me, my older lover; but I couldn't love him as he deserved. Yes, as a friend, as a father figure, but not as a woman to a man. We could be lovers, but never equals.

We made love deep into the morning before he drove me to the airport that day. He worked tirelessly to make me come, rubbing the tip of his old penis against my clitoris the way he knows I like before putting it in my body.

I didn't want him to come inside me, because I had to sit on a plane for eight hours afterwards, but how could I refuse him?

I looked into his old eyes as he came, such kind eyes. I felt his penis quivering inside my body, I felt his semen flow into me for the last time.

"I love you, Emmanuel." He said after, finished but still inside me. "You are always welcome in my house, for an hour or the rest of your life."

"The rest of my life?" I laughed, "That might be a long time."

"Marry me." He said, "Make my last years happy, then take everything I have. It's all nothing to me now."

So I got on the plane, wondering what to do when I come back. Marry Claude? I don't think so... I very much enjoyed my time in his house, but I am a simple girl who would be happier in a tepee in the forest.  If I were to marry him, it would be for the wrong reasons, but I did like him very much and he was a very pleasing lover. Of course otherwise I would have to choose between Marc and Gerard, and I didn't want to do that either!





Appendix; my time in the banker's house

I was thinking perhaps some of you would enjoy to hear more about my time living with the rich old man. It was a strange time for me, and very erotic because of the big difference in our ages.

As I said, I enjoy being naked and Claude also enjoyed seeing me like that in his house. But it made him nervous when I went naked in the garden or swimming in the pool, even though there was a high wall and no one would see me there.

He was a man who looked better with clothes on, as he was rather fat and hairy.  I liked his eyes, which were kind; his hands, which were strong but soft. His face, which was quite handsome, and his penis, which was beautiful.

Also, his testicles were very funny.  They hung far down between his legs, loose and hairy. I had never had a lover with such testicles, and I found that I liked to hold them and play with them while Claude was making love with me.

He had many stories, and I enjoyed lying in bed with him as he stroked my body with his soft hands, talking to me in his gruff voice as I played with his penis and funny hairy balls.

He showed me how he liked me to play with his penis, sometimes squeezing it and other times stroking it lightly.  If it would become soft, I would take it in my mouth for a short time. I hadn't realized that there was so much more to learn about penises.

He loved to push it inside me, and I didn't mind; but what I liked best was to rub his stiff thing on my clitoris, because that would always make me come, especially if he would play with my small breasts at the same time, and kiss with me.

We made love in the kitchen, in the bath, on the sofa and in his big bed. We made love slowly, we made love fast; we even did it standing up! Claude was very inventive, and not at all shy about things when we were alone.

I liked it best on my back with my legs spread though, since that was the most intimate. His big body fit nicely between my thighs, and his penis went deep inside like that, which felt good. Soon, I didn't mind that his body was round, loose, pale, and hairy. He was a kind man, and that was the important thing. I guess I leaned to love him a little, as happens after some time when you share orgasms together. I liked to look at his face as we did it, studying his deep lines and wrinkles, his smile of pleasure as his penis went into me. I liked his smell, even when he would sweat with the effort of pleasing me. His skin was very white, but that suited him somehow.

And when he stiffened and ejaculated inside me, he would make a small choking sound which I found very sweet, and I always enjoyed feeling his semen enter me.



I had never much liked taking a man in my mouth, because once when I was young, my brother had suddenly come in my mouth and I had choked quite badly on it. But Claude insisted that a girl should do this for her lover, and I was reminded of Emanuel in the movie who had to respect her older lover/teacher. So I did as he asked and took him in my mouth.

"Suck, really suck!" he insisted, "Stroke the shaft with your hand, squeeze it."

I had no idea it would be nice for a man to be handled so roughly, so you see I still had some things to learn.

He also wanted to shave the hair off my groin; I didn't even shave my legs, because there was no need for me.

"But you know I am a natural girl!" I laughed at him.

"You wouldn't like it if I had hair all over my face I bet." He argued, "Do it for me."

I was here to learn, so I agreed after a time. It felt very funny to have no hair on my vagina, but it was nice. The trouble was that it needed to be done again every couple of days, but while I was with Claude I shaved myself regularly for him.

Also, he wanted me to wear high shoes. I had never worn such things, I didn't particularly like them. They seemed so artificial.

Claude insisted I try them, so I did it for him. It was very difficult at first, but after
a day or two I could walk around his house in them. It made him so happy, I didn't mind so much. They were erotic in a strange way; they made me tall, yet helpless. It was impossible to run or jump in them, so it was easy for me to be caught by him at any time; and since I was otherwise nearly naked most of the time [just the stockings he liked or some lacey underwear], he would chase me and catch me quite often.

He also brought me silk leggings and diamond earrings. When I wore all of these things I felt like a fancy lady from an erotic movie, not simple Emanuel from the bookstore.

I did these things for him I had never done before; it is good to try different things,
not only in bed but also around the house.



I liked to make love on a blanket in the garden, but Claude liked it better in his big
soft bed.

So, I walk through his big expensive house in high heels and black silk stockings, and a leather string around my forehead to keep my hair out of my eyes. Claude is dressed in a suit with tie.

He strokes my small naked behind, steering me to his bed again. I have to say again that he is really not a good looking man, yet I am enjoying my time with him. I am proud of how I saved him, how I am helping him, and I am learning many things while I am with him as well.

"Lie down, Emanuel." He instructs me, and I lie on the bed with my legs open for him.

His old head fits between my thighs and he licks my naked vagina; he likes to do this, and I like it too, but not as much as when he stokes my clitoris with his penis or when he enters me and lies on top.

He kisses my flat belly and my small breasts, he sucks my nipples lightly. He is a very sensuous man.

He kisses my mouth, and I feel for his trousers; I open his belt and then his buttons, and reach inside for his big old penis.

In my hand, it is warm and friendly. I stroke him, enjoying knowing how I have made him stiff yet again.

We roll over so I am on top; I like this sometimes. I turn to take him in my mouth, and he pulls me over his face, opening my thighs and setting my ready vagina over his mouth.

His penis is good in my hands and mouth, it fills a need in me. And at the same time his tongue is playing with me in return, making me a little crazy.

I suck him they way he taught me, holding his big loose balls in one hand. Then I feel them pull upward, just as he told me they do; and at the same time I feel his fingers tighten on my behind, and I know he is about to come. I force myself to stay, fighting my fear. I keep the tip of his big old cock in my mouth as he begins to squirt.

There isn't very much, because we have been making love only a few hours before. It tastes good, because it is from him, my lover and friend. I swallow, absorbing his essence into my body.

I relax on top of him, rolling his tired penis over my face as he licks my clitoris; his
hands are strong on my hips, back, and ass. I am so flattered that he should spend so much time with me, just a simple girl when he is wealthy and important. When he speaks to his staff, they must do exactly as he says, but now his tongue is silently licking my clitoris! Ahh, and at last I come, again.

I have enjoyed my time with Claude very much, but I am a young girl and the world is waiting for me. When I return to France I may spend a week or two with him if he is still alone, and then I must decide which of my boyfriends I will go with, or if I will leave them both.

I leave the fancy clothes, shoes, and expensive jewelry behind; they belong in his house, not with me.

I am a natural girl!
Ace 2006

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