The life of Elaine, a 50 year old woman. 

Part 2 Elaine and John 1

Today was particularly bad at school. I suffered bullying from three girls because I had got good results in a mathematics examination. Sometimes they make my life a misery. The boys don’t have any time for me either and I think I will never have a boyfriend. The only thing that was keeping me going was my recent experience at home with my mum’s toy.

Now that I had discovered the sheer joy of my session with an artificial penis, I had no intention of giving it up. There was only one problem; I wouldn't be able to have it at night when mum was at home. It was clear that she, too, enjoyed the charms of the artificial man. I was going to have to choose the odd day to come home from school and do what I had done before, a day like today where I was desperately in need of love and comfort

Only two days later I felt the need to come home early from school. I let myself into the silent house and went straight to mum and dad's room. I opened mum's drawer and there, on top of some other personal items, was my new friend. It was wrapped in a white tissue with its head peaking out of one end, so it seemed to have been busy since I last left it. I carefully took it out of the tissue and gently closed the drawer. Next I went to dad's side of the bed and picked out the magazine I had read before, I noted that it was not at the top of the pile where I left it. I looked at the front to see the title 'Boy Meets Girl' and felt a sudden thrill of excitement run through me. I took both of them back to my room and laid both the penis and the magazine on the bed and then began to undress. I took off my top, skirt and shoes and left on my white bra, panties and knee-length socks and then lay on the bed to look through the magazine. The first page showed a boy and girl on a bed. She was dressed in only bra and panties. He was naked and in an advanced state of arousal, his penis jutting out from a base of pubic hair with his foreskin partially pulled back but still covering the male knob. As I went through the pictures it showed the couple getting more and more intimate with each other. He with his hand stroking over the front of her panties and she, in turn, was stroking his penis, pulling the foreskin right back to allow the shiny purple head to emege. He was getting closer to her in his attempt to mount the girl for sexual intercourse, the head of his erection almost touching the outer labia of her vaginal orifice. I was beginning to feel a warmth spread over me as the first flush of sexual arousal began. My nipples tingled and stiffened and my clitoris was swelling. Oh God, i wish I was here with a boy right now. I would be stroking his erection, making him need to get it inside me. Oh, just to feel a body close to me, feeling that hardness against my vagina as he was becoming more and more horny.

 Then I had an idea. I have this large teddy bear that normally sits in one corner of my bedroom; it is almost half the size of me. I got off the bed and took it from the corner and, with a pair of scissors I cut a small slit in the lower groin, just enough room to wedge the base of the erect penis. Perfect. I knew my teddy loved me, but now he was going to show me just how much.

Teddy and I got on the bed together and we cuddled each other. My hand went down to feel him and I discovered, to my delight, that he was very aroused. I felt and gently stroked his penis as if he had been a real boy lying next to me. I looked down at him and observed that his erection was full and stiff and in need of relief. Turning teddy on his back I began to stroke his penis in long slow movements, masturbating his aroused penis in the way the girl had done in the magazine, taking care to go up and down its full length. As I felt his excitement grow I move my head down to kiss his member, little kisses along his length and more little kisses over the head. As my lips touched the erection I could smell a female odour coming from the cock and then realised that it must be the smell of my mum’s privates. This was such a turn on for me, imagining I was masturbating and kissing Peter Palmer from my class at school. I remembered my sex education classes and decided that I would need to be careful in case I made Peter come; I wanted him to ejaculate his sperm inside me. I turned him toward me again.

He was nudging his penis against the front of my panties. I told him he was a cheeky excited boy. With that he nudged me harder. The end of his stiff cock was pushing my panties aside. As I felt his urgency I helped him by allowing his hardness to part my panties further. Then the cheeky bear was thrusting himself against me so that I could feel the tip of his penis nudge at my wet swollen outer labia. He seemed desperate to get inside me, and I couldn't wait for his erection to fill me up.

Lying on my side, I pulled teddy to me. He was so aroused that he didn't care that he was prodding my delicate feminine area with his hard masculinity. I was so turned on that hot flush swept through my entire body, raising me temperature and causing me to perspire. And then it happened; he had thrust against me, and my wetness offered little resistance as the pink knob parted my outer labia and then my inner labia as he managed to enter me below. I thought of that pink end, with its foreskin peeled back and its vertical orifice which allows sperm to pass into a girl, and wondered if it had been modelled from an actual erection, and, if so, what was the man thinking of to keep him erect. Silly thought I suppose. I was so wet that he pushed in easily and then he began to make love to me. The feeling was delicious. My hands held his bottom as he began to penetrate me and then withdraw, in and out, in and out. I would make him withdraw to the point of removal and then he would slowly fill me up again, his timing was perfect. The waves of pleasure washing through me were delicious. 

So delicious that I hadn't noticed that the door had opened and there, standing at the foot of my bed, was my dad! Well, to say that I was in shock would be a gross understatement. My heart leapt and all the ardour that had built up inside me seeped away almost instantly. I stared at him; he stared at me, both open-mouthed in disbelief. I was in a terrible state, the covers were off me and it was clear to see what had been going on. As the initial shock subsided I became very confused and distressed, my face flushed bright red and I began to sob deeply. Large tears formed and fell to bed, to be absorbed by the bottom sheet of my bed. I have never felt so bad before or since that day. What a sight it must have been, his only daughter, lying there on the bed with her plump pale body, clad in only her school bra, knickers and socks. That wasn't the worst of it though, I might have been able to make some excuse for being at home in bed in my underwear during the day, but to see me with my panties parted and copulating with this artificial person was beyond any excuse that I could think of. Dad must think me such perverted soul. Questions ran through my mind. What happens now? What will he say? What will he do? Will he tell mum? Oh God, I hadn't thought of that, what if he tells mum, she'll march me up to see the priest for sure. I felt so absolutely wicked and so deeply embarrassed.

But Dad was great, he came over and cuddled me and whispered comforting words to me.  I could hear him telling me that it was alright and not to worry. He kissed my, still perspiring, forehead while covering both myself and Peter to give us some dignity. He apologised for coming into my room without knocking, but he said he thought the house was empty and he heard a noise and came up to investigate.

He stayed with me for what seemed like hours, and he told me that what I had been doing was only natural. "We all need release when our bodies mature Elaine", he said quietly," boys and girls alike."
He continued, "It's a sign that you are ready to have a relationship with a boyfriend, but until you meet someone you love, you'll get those feelings building up until you need to relieve them."
Well he had certainly hit the nail on the head there, I thought. That's exactly what I need, I thought to myself, but there is little chance of that, and then I burst into tears.
Daddy held my head to his warm chest, "There, there Elaine my darling girl, something else is the matter with you, I can always tell,” he whispered quietly in my ear. And then I blurted it all out; I told him everything; how all my girlfriends had boyfriends and talked of their experiences with them, how the boys at school hated me, how they gave me verbal abuse sometimes even physical abuse. I told him that some days it was so bad that I was reduced to tears and would leave school and come home. I told him how I had discovered mum's toy and what my curiosity led me to do with it.
Dad listened concernedly to it all, stroking and kissing my hair as I went on and on, his chest so warm and comfortable, his familiar masculine smell invading my nostrils, bringing me a sense of calm. Finally I shifted my head in his hands, looking up at him and said, "So now you see what a wicked girl I am", moving my lips into a sad tear-stained smile. 
"Oh God Elaine," he exclaimed, "You are just a normal growing girl, with normal thoughts and normal urges."
"But dad," I responded seriously, "I haven't got a boy to answer all my curious questions, like the girls do at school, I have to get the answers second hand, and sometimes I can feel them snigger behind my back so it puts me off asking."
"But you can ask me anything like that darling."
"Oh Dad, you would get very angry with some of the questions I would want answers to," I said.
"Not at all Elaine, why do you think I would get angry," he asked quietly.
"Because you would think them dirty, or think me disgusting."
"Elaine, I've been around a bit, I have broad mind and I would be delighted to answer your questions," he replied,” In fact you might even answer a few for me", he laughed. "In fact you could just pretend I'm your boyfriend," he winked, "and call me John."

I looked up at him again and asked, "Do you mean that."
"Absolutely," he replied hesitantly. I'm sure he'd only said it in jest, but now it had gone too far, and now he was committed.

After some time I looked up into his eyes again and pleaded with him not to tell Mum about the incident with the toy. He looked down at me and laughingly said, "Elaine, consider that secret ours, I have a few of my own that I might tell you one day since I'm going to be your boyfriend and I certainly wouldn't want your mother to know any of them, in fact I'm not so sure that you wouldn’t be the one to find me disgusting."

Dad said, "Come on darling, you ought get dressed now, and let me take your mum's toy back, as he held his hand out," I know where she keeps it," he smiled winkingly. I reached under the sheet and undid the penis from its fastening. Dad smiled as I handed it to him, "He's about the same size as me, eh Elaine," as he turned for the door.
"I wouldn't know John," I lied poutingly, taking on the cheeky role of a girlfriend. "Maybe I'll show you sometime Elaine darling," he replied in jest, and we both laughed as he left for his room and I made a mental note that he hadn't turned right to the bathroom to wash it. He had also left me with the magazine and I convinced myself that he had done this on purpose.

How much I felt better, I felt I had just had a chat with a ‘boyfriend’ and I'm sure he felt the same way about me. I got out of bed and put Peter back in the corner then made the bed up neatly with my yellow cushion on the headboard. I was still in my underwear and I inspected myself in the full-length mirror, something I'd seldom done before, but now I looked at myself differently. I didn't notice the spots, or the plumpish girth. I did notice that my panties were still parted to one side, so I pulled the crotch down and across. I also noticed a pretty face with nice hair tied in bunches. I put on my school shirt and buttoned it up as I watched myself in the mirror. I then arranged my school skirt back to front before stepping into it an pulling it over my blouse, zipping it up and buttoning it before reversing it around my waist. Then I went back to school for the last period of maths, my favourite subject.

After school I went home and helped Mum to prepare dinner, we were having roast chicken with roast potatoes and vegetables. Dad came home about six o’ clock, he gave me a secret wink and smile as he passed through on his way to kiss mum and that made me feel nice. I’d been thinking perhaps I’d only dreamed it up. After dinner we washed up and then watched some television. I sat on Dad’s lap and cuddled him on the sofa, this was something I had always done since I was a little girl, but now it took on a new twist. Mum thought nothing of it because we were always that close, she just used to say I was getting a bit old for that sort of thing. I went up to my room to do some homework and listen to my music. At about eight o’ clock there was a light knock on my door and I heard Dad ask if it was OK to come in. My heart flipped as I called, telling him it was alright. He entered the room smiling and came over to sit beside me. “How are you Elaine,” he said quietly. “I’m OK dad,” I said, smiling at him, “I mean John,” I corrected myself jokingly. He put his hand on my forehead and brushed my hair lightly to one side. Soon we were laughing and joking and I had forgotten completely about my homework. Dad had so many funny and interesting stories about when he was a boy and growing up. We really did hit it off and soon we were very comfortable in each others company. All too soon he said he better go downstairs to avoid arousing any suspicion, but before he left he kissed me briefly on the lips. My heart fluttered as I felt his hot breath against my face and the warmth of his lips as they touched mine. Ever so briefly I felt the tip of his tongue touch my lips and the sensation was electrical.

Dad would come up to my room every night, on the pretext that he was helping me with an Information Technology project. We were very happy during those brief periods and after some weeks I felt I wanted to take matters further. I thought up some plan to change the subject to sexual matters. One idea I had was to tell him I had a funny dream and that he was in it.

That night when he came to my room I told him about the strange dream that I had and how it made me feel. I told him that he was in the dream and he looked surprised. “Me,” he said, “and what would I be doing in your dream, Elaine,” he smiled wickedly. I proceeded to tell him this tale about me waking up in the night and he was next to me, cuddling me. “Then I …,” I stammered and stopped. “Then you what,” he said quickly. “Sorry John,” I said, “I don’t want to shock you.”
We went on like that for some time, but eventually I whispered in his ear that I’d touched him in his privates and that I’d woken up having a funny feeling between my legs. He laughed and told me that I had experienced a wet dream. I looked at him quizzically as if I didn’t know what he was talking about and so he want on to explain about how wet dreams occur and that boys get them as well. He said it was all connected with the way I had been feeling lately. He said that boys and girls masturbate to relieve the frustration of not having sex. He said that when he was a boy he liked to play with himself too. “Boys have to wank all the time,” he said jestingly. I looked at him in mock shock. I said I couldn’t imagine him doing things like that.  He said he had done things like that when he was a boy and made some funny comments about the things he did, and eventually I was able to laugh with him. That was a really endearing moment for us. His lips were close to my forehead and he was holding my hand. His hand felt strong against my weak and rather sweaty grip, but it was a very comforting moment. Soon I became quite relaxed and I was leaning my head against his chest. He in turn was gently massaging my head and kissing my hair. I was very comfortable with him.

I don't know what made me look, but I glanced down and could see a bulge in his trousers. The more I watched the more I was convinced that I was seeing a sexually aroused man, something I'd never seen for real before. I mean I'd seen all the stuff in the magazines, but nothing gave me such a thrill of even imagining this was happening.

Dad sensed that I was looking at him down there and I looked up at him. His face was bright red and he looked at me. "Sssorry Elaine," he stammered. "I told you, didn't I." I was blushing crimson myself, but I smiled and said smilingly that I wouldn't tell Mum either. At that we both laughed out loud. He said jokingly, "well perhaps we can make it a secret worth keeping." I looked into his eyes, and we both knew at that moment that we were going to be very special friends. He bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. I will never forget that kiss. It was the most delicious feeling I have ever experienced. He said, "Elaine, you can see what you are doing to me, don't you?" I coloured up again, but he took my hand and placed it on the bump on his trousers. I was astounded to realise that I had been right about his sexual state. I could feel my hand stroke the firm shape beneath the thin material of his trousers. I could hear him gasp and move. The feeling of doing something forbidden was overpowering me. I was extremely turned on. Somehow my instinct allowed me to touch John in a way that was clearly pleasing him. He whispered, "You are a wonderful girl Elaine." I could feel him harden further. I wondered if I should undo his zip. Would he think me terrible if I did that? Eventually I plucked up the courage to do it, but as my fingers touched the zipper his hand covered mine. I looked at him, thinking I'd upset him. He looked at me and said, "Elaine, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

Realising that he was not cross with me, I proceeded to undo his zip. No sooner was it down when I was presented with the most erotic looking male organ. It was about seven inches long and fat and it had a full foreskin. The sheath was a creamy colour and I could see several thin purple veins carrying the blood to make this wonderful shape. My heart was thumping and I couldn't help but touch it with my fingers. I stiffened even further as I did so and he took a deep breath. "Oh my God Elaine, that is such a wonderful feeling." I was very pleased with his response and I continued to play with it. My fingers played with the end, then it stroked, then I ventured to touch his balls. "Elaine", he whispered," if you keep doing that you will make me come." I looked up and smiled, "that's OK John, I've come before." "Elaine," he whispered again, "Its not like a girl coming, when a man comes there is lots of sperm comes out." I wasn't sure about that, but I kept doing what I was doing and I noticed that dad's hand was fondling one of my breasts and the nipple had become very hard. I could feel his breath quicken and I knew something was going to happen. I pulled gently back on his sheath and a purple shiny head emerged. I also noticed that liquid was leaking from it. Then it happened. He pushed up against my hand and grunted. A long stream of whitish liquid emerged, most of which went on his shirt and trousers and then more, and more. Finally he relaxed. I had witnessed my very first male orgasm.
