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niixyx · 21 days ago

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#my art #the beatles #ringo starr #george harrison #teddy boy ringo #teddy boy george #alcohol #starrison

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repairingahole · 1 year ago

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#the beatles fanart #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #no ringo LMFAO💀#sgt pepper #concert for bangladesh #1987 george harrison #emo george💔#teddy boy george #so many georges #the beatles #mcharrison #mclennon

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beatle-george-smut · 1 year ago

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Can you write some stuff for teddy boy George he's such a sexy minx I want him in me so bad

I'd only been at Blacklers a few months, when I looked up from my typing, and there was George Harrison. I'd been in love with George since I'd first seen him playing at the Casbah Club with the Quarrymen.

"Hello, George. What are you doing here?" I asked. Thankfully, I'd decided to wear my newest dress that morning and my hair was fresh and clean.

"I'm going to be an apprentice for the electrical department. What are you doing here?" His grin made my tummy go flip flop. His hair was still worn back off his forehead, and his eyes were as shiny and bright as I remembered.

" Me? I'm the secretary for this department." I took a deep breath. "Come by at lunch and we can have a smoke and catch up. Have a great first day." I smiled my best front office smile.

At lunch, we stood out in the delivery area and smoked cigarettes. "So, what's new?" asked George.

"Well, my gran died. I'm living in her place." I told him. Despite his nicotine stained fingers, he was still sexy as fuck. His jeans were tight and showed off his bum in a decidedly sexy way.

"Alone?"

"Yes. My da kicked me out," I took a drag off the ciggie.

Just as George asked why, the bell rang. Lunch time was over. "Come round to mine sometime. I'll tell you the whole stupid story," I threw my butt to the ground and rubbed it out with the toe of my shoe.

"What about tonight?" asked George. "We haven't got a gig until Saturday."

"That would be grand." I smiled. "See you tonight." It was then I decided I would finally have him. Here was my chance.

As soon as the whistle blew at 5 o'clock, I got my purse and ran home. I cleaned up my tiny flat, and lit the stove. I made some bacon butties. George was always hungry, as I recalled. I took off my work clothes and washed up. As I was deciding what to wear, I heard a knock on the front door. I threw on my robe and hurried down the stairs.

"Am I too early?" George asked.

"No!" Come in!" I held the door open and let him in. "Would you like a cuppa?"

"I brought these," and from under is jacket George pulled out a sack with four bottles of ale.

"Let me put on my clothes," I said.

"I like what you have on," George said.

"Well, then," I giggled. "Let's sit in the kitchen. I made some sarnies."

We sat at the table talking and eating. I took a big gulp of ale, then laughed at something George said and started to choke. I coughed and my robe fell open. I went to close it up, but George stopped me.

" Leave it. I like looking." He took a finger and pulled my robe all the way open. "You're as beautiful as I've always imagined. " Then he leaned over and kissed me. I had dreamed of his lips on mine for what seemed like forever, and finally it was coming true. His tongue pushed past my teeth, exploring my mouth, and I wanted to faint.

We made out like mad, snogging furiously. "Let's go in the sitting room," I gasped. I stood up and His hands pushed my robe off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. I stood naked before him and basked in the admiration I saw.

I took his hand and pulled him to the settee. I sat down and George knelt before me. Shamelessly, I opened my legs. "Please," I begged.

And then it happened. He bowed his head and his mouth was on me. This tongue driving me wild. After a few minutes he looked up at me with the widest grin. "I've always wanted a taste!" His face was wet, and he wiped his chin with his sleeve.

I'd never had a boy do that. I threw the afghan from the settee on the floor and laid down. I watched as George stood up snd took off his clothes. He was skinny but my goodness, his throbber was huge. It stood straight up and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. I stared as he struggled to put on a johnny . Then there he was between my legs, guiding himself in. I was dripping wet and he slid in without effort.

"Oh!" We both moaned, and then we laughed. "You feel so good, girl."

"Fuck me, George," and like only a young man can, he enthusiastically pounded away. I put my legs around his waist and went for a wild ride, his hips banging into mine. My pussy was stretched wide and his cock filled it. When he came, he groaned and fell on top of me.

Then he covered my face with kisses and rolled off and laid next to me, holding me close.

"That was my first time," he stammered softly.

I hugged him tightly. "It was my first time, too," I admitted. I was thrilled. It was all I hoped for.

But it wouldn't be our last. For the few months that he worked at Blacklers, we learned how to make the other person feel good. Nothing was out of bounds. I might not have had an orgasm the first time, but even as a young man, George was a generous lover. As they say, practice makes perfect. We knew every inch of each other. He always left me contented and satisfied.

I knew it wouldn't last because music was George's future, and all he thought about. He was never meant to be an electrician. When we weren't making love, he was showing me the new chords he'd learned, or playing a tune he'd written.

Years later, I laughed reading how he'd given up his virginity to a woman in Hamburg. That was our George. He'd never kiss and tell. My virtue was safe and no one ever knew about our sweet days of bliss when we both learned the art of loving.

#george harrison #beatles smut #the beatles #ask me stuff #fanfiction #smut #teddy boy george

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tropicaidx · 2 months ago

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