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Johnnie

This was silly, this was dangerous, this was immoral. I had to stop it.

I thought of ringing the magazine to get his address, but I didn't even know his name. I'd go out. No, he might call again, call when I had people at the house. No, that wasn't a good idea. Perhaps I should greet him and explain it had all been a huge mistake, apologise and send him on his way. Yes.

But having made up my mind to end it like that I felt a loss. For days I worried and I changed my mind a hundred times. Perhaps he wouldn't turn up anyway.

What should I wear? Frumpy if I was to turn him away on the doorstep. Something alluring in those half asleep moments when fantasy ruled reason.

I wore my cocktail dress. Black, respectable, plunging neckline. I was ready by six o'clock. I couldn't settle. I kept looking out of the window, hoping he would not come. Such mixed emotions, such nerves!

Shortly after seven a car drew up outside. I recognised him from his picture. I calmed myself and smoothed my dress. He rang the doorbell. I opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Johnnie."

"Johnnie," I said. I looked him up and down. Shirt unbuttoned half way down a smooth chest, a white bead necklace, tight, light blue jeans and, goodness, he didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath them, the outline of his testicles and his thing were clearly visible hanging down his right trouser leg.

"Like what you see?" Johnnie said.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to stare." I was blushing with embarrassment.

Johnnie laughed. "Stare all you like, girl. Well, are you going to invite me in or what?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "Please, do come in."

He stepped over the threshold. I had entertained strangers before, Harry's associates, a hundred times. I knew how to do this. I ushered Johnnie into the living room.

"Nice gaff you've got here, Jeanie," Johnnie said.

"Thank you. What would you like to drink, sherry?"

"Nah, ta. Coke be fine."

By chance I had some Coca Cola, for the boy who did the garden. I poured him a glass of coke and myself a large glass of sherry. I was trembling, but I was coping. He seemed nice enough, if a bit rough around the edges.

When I went back into the living room Johnnie was sprawled in a chair looking quite at home.

"Oh, ta. So, what do you like then, girl?" he said.

"Hmm?" I said, not sure what he meant.

"You know."

Oh my God. He was asking me about sex!

"Look, Johnnie," I started hesitantly. "I'm not sure I..."

"No sweat, girl. Say the word and I'll be off. Shame though, you're a bit of a looker, aintcha, Jeanie?"

He was staring at my cleavage. He had put his glass down and had shifted forward as if to get up to leave.

I was going to lose him. Suddenly my mind cleared, my nerves stopped jangling. I looked at that thing outlined so clearly in his trousers. I looked up at him.

In that moment my life changed. I didn't know this man but I said, "Johnnie, I have wet knickers for you. I want you to come upstairs and do me, and do me good and proper."

It was his turn to look surprised now. "Oh, you randy old tart!"

I smiled at his endearing compliment. I rose and held out my hand to lead him upstairs.

On the stairs he fondled my bottom. I did not mind.

I had thought that, even if it came to this, I would not know what to do. But now I felt strangely calm, in control.

"Unzip my dress, Johnnie," I said.

Johnnie unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. I turned to face him and looked him in the eye. "Now my bra, Johnnie."

He reached behind me, unclipped my bra and eased it off my shoulders.

"Nice tits, Jeanie, nice."

He went to touch them, but I said, "No. My knickers, Johnnie, take them off me."

He pulled my knickers down. I stood there fully exposed to him but I felt no embarrassment, no shame.

I smiled at him. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off for him. I stroked my hand over his muscular chest. I wanted this man. I undid the fastening of his jeans and opened them. As I had thought, he was wearing nothing underneath. I looked at his pubic hair. Blonde. He kicked off his sneakers. He wore no socks. I pulled his jeans down to reveal his thing. Almost fully stiff. And huge. I could feel myself wet and hot, trembling now, but not with nerves, with sheer unbridled desire. I pressed myself against him and kissed him. Just the feel of his body against mine! He caressed my back, my neck. He put a hand on my breasts and fondled them. Then, with one hand around my waist, he lowered me onto the bed. He was so strong. He began to kiss my neck and to stroke me so delicately.

But I said, "Johnnie, please, don't wait. Do it to me now. Please."

The naughty boy teased me: "Do what, Jeanie?"

"Johnnie, please," I said.

"Please what?"

"Please, Johnnie, put it in me." Then I found myself whispering what I knew he wanted me to say. "Fuck me, Johnnie, fuck me." I don't think I had ever uttered that word in my life before.

And he did. He rammed it into me with such force it startled me. He was so big, I felt so filled up. Then he was moving it in and out of me, using his full length.

He was talking to me all the time now: what lovely breasts, how gorgeous I was, how he liked the way I moved against him. He described and complimented my parts using such crude language: the wetness, the tightness of my c---.

I climaxed almost immediately. But as with Harry I hid it so as not to interrupt Johnnie's pleasure. As Johnnie continued to do it to me and to talk to me, I found my mind wandering. I looked around the room. I saw a cobweb. I thought of Harry's suits, still in the wardrobe - I must get rid of them. I remembered my hairdressing appointment tomorrow morning. Was some part of me trying to deny what was happening?

Johnnie was going faster now. His elbows were beside me and his hands were on my breasts, delightfully rolling my nipples. I was starting to climax again. Like a detached observer I felt it rise up and engulf me. As if I was watching someone else's pleasure.

Johnnie was still going, faster and faster. He pushed himself up on his hands so that our bodies were touching only at our loins. I looked at his thing going in and out of me. That excited me. Johnnie was going like a machine, panting with exertion. I was nearing another climax. I couldn't stop it, it was here. I let it come. And then Johnnie pushed into me finally once, twice, three times. He tossed his head back, his face contorted and he let out such a sound, making no effort to conceal the extreme of his passion.

He lay down on top of me for a moment. He pulled out of me. He moved up so that his thing was resting between my breasts, but he moved even higher until, my God, he was resting his thing on my mouth. Surely he didn't want me to...?

But I opened my mouth and let him put his penis into it. I had never done such a thing before. Disgusting and lovely, it tasted of me, of salt, of... I could feel little dribbles of semen coming out of him still. I didn't feel disgusted, it even seemed natural that I should have this thing in my mouth, tasting of my own body, of sweat, of semen.

Johnnie took his penis out of my mouth and lay down beside me, caressing me.

"Jeanie, I didn't last very long. You kept coming there, milking me, you've got really strong muscles, you know that?"

Could he tell that I had climaxed? And that wasn't lasting very long?

"Can you tell when I climax?" I said.

"You bet! Sucking me dry!"

Could Harry tell, all those years, every time I climaxed? I wanted to talk to Johnnie about it, to ask him so many questions, but I didn't have the right words.

Johnnie had his hand on my pubic hair and he was toying with it, stroking me there. He was so delicate. I lay back, hugely happy, satisfied. I had done it! I wanted to shout and dance for joy.

After a while he said, "How about a cup of tea, girl?"

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For some reason this made me laugh.

"No sugar," he added.

"Anything else, your lordship? I said.

"Nah, ta."

I got up off the bed. I did not mind that he, this stranger, was looking at me.

"Nice arse," Johnnie said.

"Johnnie!"

I could feel his semen running down the inside of my thigh. With Harry, tissues would have been used as soon as we had finished. But I liked the feeling of it trickling down, and I did not mind that Johnnie would see such slovenliness.

I put my dressing gown on.

"Vicar coming to tea, is he?" Johnnie asked.

"I can't walk around the house with nothing on, Johnnie."

Johnnie shrugged.

"Here, how's this," I said. And I pulled the dressing gown open at the top to show my full cleavage, showing as much as I could while keeping my nipples covered.

"Better," Johnnie said. "You've got a nice body, Jeanie. Flash it about a bit."


He can't have been more than, what, twenty two, twenty three? But he had such confidence.

I made the tea. When I came back into the bedroom Johnnie had my vibrator in his hands.

My immediate reaction was to try and explain it away. I could say I'd only used it once, just as an experiment.

But Johnnie said, "Is this the only one you've got?"

I nodded.

Johnnie winked at me, "I bet this gets some use, eh, you randy old thing?"

"Johnnie!" I was blushing. But he obviously thought using such a thing was quite normal. The embarrassment now would be to admit I'd only ever used it once.

I shed my dressing gown and we sat side by side leaning against the headboard, drinking our tea.

"Do this a lot, do you, Jeanie?"

I was shocked that he thought I might. Should I tell the truth?

"Well, actually, Johnnie," I paused. "This is the first time, since my husband, well, died four months ago."

"Oh, Jeanie, girl, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" Johnnie seemed genuinely saddened and to care.

I shook my head.

After a pause he said, "When I got here, I did wonder. You seemed, dunno, nervous. I was going to go."

"I'm glad you didn't," I said.

He smiled. "So am I, girl. Here," he said, "put that tea down, open your legs."

"Johnnie!" He was so direct.

I did as I was told. Johnnie switched on the vibrator and ran the tip through my pubic hair, down the inside of my thigh and around my sex.

"Nice?" he said.

"Hmmm." I closed my eyes and settled back to enjoy whatever he was going to do to me.

He ran the vibrator round that part of me again, but not onto my most sensitive place, and he did not put it inside me. It was like a massage, a relaxing massage. Even though I'd climaxed three times already I was getting lustful again. I thought of all those times with Harry when he had had his regulation orgasm but I had still felt like more - but more was never forthcoming. It would never have occurred to Harry to play with me as Johnnie was now doing so delightfully.

Then I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be? I went to the window, bent down and peered over the windowsill. There was a car parked behind Johnnie's. The doorbell rang again. Damn.

"You've got the most fuckable arse," Johnnie said.

"Shush, Johnnie," I said, smiling at his turn of phrase.

Johnnie had got up and stood behind me. He pressed against me. I could feel his thing, stiff again, resting in the cleft of my bottom.

"Johnnie, don't! Someone will see!" I hissed.

"Through them nets? Nah."

He was still pushing against me, rubbing himself up and down between my buttocks.

"Put your feet apart," Johnnie said. He left me little choice as he pushed my feet apart with his. He pressed down lightly on the small of my back. "Stick your arse out, Jeanie. Yea, yea, that's it, lovely."

He was going to do it to me here, like this! I did not resist. Once more I felt the luxury of him sliding so easily into me. I gave a little groan of pleasure.

"That's it, Jeanie," he said. "Let it out, groan, shout, cry, whatever you want." And with that he slapped the side of my bottom.

"Ow!" I went. And at the same moment I spied Mr Vincent, the verger, walking down the path away from the house. He turned to see what he had heard. Instinctively I ducked down and away from the window. I must have caught Johnnie off balance. We both tumbled onto the floor, me landing on top of him.

We collapsed into helpless laughter, me trying to shush him lest the verger hear us. We lay on our backs side by side. Then Johnnie said, "Here, girl, get up on top of me, ride me. That way round." He pointed towards his feet. "So I can see that gorgeous arse of yours."

This seemed so wanton, so base. To do it on the floor, and in such a position! But I wasn't going to tell Johnnie I'd never done it out of bed before.

I peeked over the windowsill. All clear, the verger was driving away. I knelt, straddling Johnnie. I leaned forwards, my bottom in the air facing him. I knew he would be able to see all of me, everything, my bottom, my sex, but I did not mind. I wanted to show myself to him. I would never have dreamt of exhibiting myself to Harry like this - Harry would have said 'do you mind!' or some such. But Johnnie seemed to like my bottom in his face. And so did I. What was happening to me?

I lowered myself down. His thing was lying flat on his belly and he made no effort to hold it up for me. I reached between my legs and held it upright. Just the feel of it! So hard! I wanted this thing inside me again. I guided it to the portals of my sex, then started to lower myself onto it. But I was too far back. I shuffled forward until the angle was right, then I sank down on to him, resting all my weight on him. Such a feeling of careless, debauched pleasure.

Johnnie lay still. I started to move up and down on him.

"That's it, Jeanie, use it, use it for whatever you want."

Up, down, slowly. I moved my bottom to one side until it could go no further, then to the other side, feeling him stirring every corner inside of me. Forward, backward as hard as I could, fearing perhaps I might hurt him, but he only kept murmuring nice, rude things about my behind and about precisely what he could see of my private areas and his 'cock' entering me and the juices he could see running out of me and down his thing.

Now Johnnie sat up and cuddled my back, his hands on my breasts, kneading, caressing, stroking. I put my head back, resting it on his shoulder, my eyes closed, soaking up these sensations. He moved his hand down between my legs. I looked down. His fingertips were touching his thing where it entered me, his fingers making little circles on that most sensitive part of me. I was going to climax again. And now I wanted to tell Johnnie.

"Johnnie," I said breathlessly, "Johnnie, I'm going to, you know."

"Yes, Jeanie, my love, come on babe, you come, shout it out, come for all you're worth. Tell me, tell me when."

"Oh yes, Johnnie, like that, do it like that, with your fingers, yes. Oh God, I'm nearly there. Yes, Johnnie, yes. Oh God, oh God, now, Johnnie, now, I'm coming now!"

And coming I was. I let all my weight fall on him, forcing his thing into me as deeply as it would go. I wanted to hold him, to kiss him. I was crying out in pleasure. I could feel sweat running down my face. I was not behaving as a lady should at all.

As the peak of my pleasure subsided I sat there, squatting on his thing.

"Oh God, Johnnie, I want more, more!" And I did!

Johnnie lay on his back again. "Turn around," he said. "The other way. Face me."

I got off him, but not wanting to waste a second of him, I turned around quickly and straddled him the other way, easing him into me again. I looked into his eyes, in awe of this lovely man, in wonder that this could be happening.

"Lift up a little, Jeanie. That's it."

I raised my bottom a little. And then he started. Thrusting his stiff thing up into me.

He began to go in and out of me with such strength, such vigour and such speed that my eyes widened in sheer surprise. And the feeling!

Now I found that it was I who was talking to him, "Yes, Johnnie, it's so big, oh yes, harder, do me, let me feel all of it, stretch me, hurt me, fuck me..." And on I went, the words spilling from me as if this was always how I carried on. This wasn't me!

Soon I was nearly there again. "Johnnie, I'm coming, Johnnie, I'm coming, Johnnie!"

Even as I bucked in the midst of orgasm Johnnie kept on, not slowing at all.

When I had come, my strength went. I had to lean forwards, to rest my arms on the floor to keep myself in the right position for him. And still he kept going. Now I was silent, totally silent, my head hanging down. I looked between my legs at that marvellous thing pumping into me, and at the glistening lips of my sex being pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in.

So this was fucking. This was sex. After thirty years I was discovering that making love and fucking were not at all the same thing.

This time I climaxed quietly, just a sigh, my eyes wide open, watching his thing pumping in and out of me, pumping me to orgasm. I lay down on him, my breasts against him. I had no strength left to hold myself up any more.

He put his hands either side of my face and held my head up. He kissed me. "Can you manage one more, Jeanie?" he said.

I wasn't sure I could. "Don't know," I said. This was new territory for me.

"Will you try, for me?" Johnnie said.

Oh, my darling Johnnie, I'll try anything for you, I thought. I kissed him on the mouth for the first time. He responded and we kissed deeply, properly, our tongues entwining.

"Keep going, Johnnie," I said as we parted.

Not that he had stopped, but now he started going at a furious pace. It was all I could do to keep myself in the right position for him. I just let it happen, let him do it to me. I cradled his head in my arms and looked down into his eyes as he did it to me.

When he could sense my climax was near he seemed to go yet faster. We were still looking into each other's eyes.

"Nearly, nearly, nearly...," I said. And then when my orgasm came I felt him explode upwards, lifting me bodily off the floor. I watched him come, so openly, not hiding any part of the intensity of it, his face contorting, a hoarse cry coming from him.

We collapsed, absolutely done for. I was dripping with sweat, mine and his mingled together.

I rolled, fell off him. I cuddled up to him on the floor, my head on his shoulder. I lay there, my eyes open, in awe of what I had just experienced.

When some strength had returned we went into the shower together. It seemed the most natural thing to do. He soaped me all over, my private places included. I soaped him, lingering over his testicles, feeling them in my hands, playing with them. Then his penis, lifting it to test its weight, bending it to test its flexibility. Even limp it was as long as my two hands. I looked at it lying there across my palms. I wanted to keep it.

As we were drying I said, "Johnnie, would you like to stay the night?"

"Can't, Jeanie love, sorry. I'm late as it is. Told the wife I'd be back by eleven."

I wasn't shocked that he was married. I didn't mind that he was married. I said, "But won't your wife be suspicious?"

He thought this was hugely funny and laughed out loud. "Oh, Jeanie, Jeanie. We both do this. She's been out with one of her girlfriends tonight."

He was much too kind to comment on my naivety. He thought for a moment.

"Look, Jeanie," he said. "If you want to get into the scene, you know, maybe I can guide you a bit?"

He was pulling his jeans on. When he had them on I bent down and kissed that thing of his through them. I didn't answer his question.

"You're really sweat, you know that?" he said. "Got a real natural feeling for things. One thing, though, when you answer an ad, just put your phone number, not your full name and address. Most people are OK, but you want to be a bit careful, just in case. Would you like me to send you some mags?"

"Thank you, Johnnie, I would like that very much," I said.

At the front door I said, "Will I see you again?"

"You bet. But girlie, don't latch on to one bloke, right? Play the field, the boys, the girls, you know?"

I didn't know. And little did I imagine I would very soon invite a young couple into my house.

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