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Dorrie

I suppose most of us had an Aunt or Uncle who were not blood relatives. Family friends who because we were not old enough to address them by their Christian names, but not distant enough to call Mr or Mrs.

This is the story of one of these relationships, her name was Dorothy, I always called her Aunt Dorrie, due to the fact I couldn’t pronounce her name properly. Dorrie had a husband, his name was James, or Uncle Jimmy. My name is Barry I was sixteen at the time of the story and I’ll start the narrative with uncle Jimmy’s story.

Part one: James.

My mother would ask me to run errands for her, sometimes this involved taking things to Aunt Dorrie’s house. I didn’t mind. I would always stay and have a cup of tea and a slice of Dorrie’s home made cake. If Uncle Jimmy was there, he would inevitably be in his greenhouse or garden shed. Most other times he would be off fishing at a local lake.

I had known them for as long as I could remember and it all began when I was fifteen. Jimmy and Dorrie were both fifty nine at the time.

Mum had asked me to take some knitting patterns to Dorrie’s. I left quite early as I had made arrangements to go swimming later that morning. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and when it opened, there stood Aunt Dorrie with her overcoat on.

“Hello Barry, what brings you here?”


I held up the bag with the knitting patterns in. “Mum asked me to bring these over,” I answered.

“Well I’m in a rush, I’m going shopping with my friend and I’m running late. Why don’t you take them inside, Jimmy has just got up, so you can have a cup of tea with him.” With that she pushed the door open and called out, “Jimmy, Barry’s here, make him a cup of tea,” then winking at me, “and a slice of my cake.”

Then off she went.

I went inside. Uncle Jimmy was still in his pyjamas and standing in the kitchen at the sink, he was running water into the bowl. He looked up. “Hello Barry, I’m just going to have a wash, you can sit and talk to me while I do.”

Now in those days, we never had the luxury of a bathroom. Their house was part of a terrace, we had one end house, Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Dorrie had the other end. There were six houses in between, like ours, all were two up, two down. There was a back addition, which housed a kitchen. The toilet was normally outside, but Uncle Jimmy had converted it so that the door was now on the inside. He had also done the same for my mum.

He lifted the bowl of water out of the sink and came into the room and placed it on a newspaper that was on the floor in front of the fire. “I have to make sure I don’t get the carpet wet,” he said.

He took off his pyjama top and I saw that he was covered in hair on his chest and back. Lathering the flannel with the soap. He proceeded to scrub first his face, then neck, finally his armpits and chest.

Having dried off the top half, he undid the cord of his pyjama bottoms and let them fall to the floor that I gasped. He was naked. I could see that the hair he had on his chest, ran all the way down his body and around his penis, which I observed was enormous, even though it wasn’t erect.

“It’s alright Barry, we’re all blokes together.” He started to wash himself around his privates and at the back between the cheeks of his bottom.

He dried himself and asked me to pass a small jar that was on the table. I looked at the label. It was Vaseline. “What’s that for Uncle Jimmy?”

Taking off the lid, he turned to me. “Well lad, when I’ve washed my tadger, I have to put this on to stop myself getting sore.”

I was ignorant of the word he had used, so I asked, “what’s a tadger?”

He took hold of his penis and said, “you probably call it a cock. I prefer the name tadger.”

I was staring intently at his “tadger” and the mass of hair around it.

“Why is it so hairy Uncle Jimmy?”

“You’re full of questions today aren’t you.” Then scooping a dollop of Vaseline onto his finger, he pulled back the skin on his tadger and started to smear it around the head. I was fascinated.

He turned to me and said, “are you feathered yet Barry?”

“What do you mean.”

“Do you have hair around your tadger yet?”

I had noticed over the past few months that dark hairs were beginning to grow between my legs. “I have a little bit, but not as much as you Uncle Jimmy, you’re very hairy.”

He laughed, “if you think I’m hairy, you should see your Aunt Dorrie down there, but don’t tell her I said so.”

I expected him to get dressed, instead, he wrapped his hand around his ‘tadger’ and started to stroke it. “Tell me Barry, does yours ever get hard?”

I nodded, “yes, when I wash it.”

He smiled, “if I show you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?”

I crossed myself. “Cross my heart and hope to die Uncle Jimmy.”

He began to rub his tadger in earnest. I was amazed to see it start to grow. It became longer and thicker. I watched as it became larger and larger. I’m sure that he must have been deformed, for when it stopped growing, it was enormous. I remembered the time the school had visited a city farm, there were horses there and one had his dick unsheathed. I think it would have been hard to decide which was the bigger of the two. “Wow Uncle Jimmy, you’re huge, you must be as big as a horse.”

I noticed that his faced was flushed and he was sweating, he was also breathing hard. “That’s nothing Barry, wait a minute and see what happens.”

I became aware that my penis was hard and throbbing. Then Jimmy said, “here it comes Barry.” He groaned and all of a sudden, what I thought was a length of string shot out of the end of his tadger. It landed in the bowl of water and began to sink. Then another and another. Gradually travelling less further than the previous one. As the string sunk in the water, it seemed to disintegrate into a gooey mess.

Uncle Jimmy stopped and squeezed the last drop from the end. I sat there open mouthed. “Don’t forget Barry, mum’s the word.”

Over the next two or three months, Uncle Jimmy showed me his amazing trick again. He had persuaded me to take mine out and although I was able to rub it until it became hard, I wasn’t able to fire anything out of the end. I had heard that some men who put their “things” in each others bottoms.
I wondered if Uncle Jimmy wanted to do that to me?

The next time when Aunt Dorrie was out shopping and we were in his garden shed, he undid his trousers and I saw he was already hard. I asked, “are you going to put that up my bottom Uncle Jimmy?”

“GOOD HEAVENS NO.” He sounded angry. Then when he spoke next, his voice was softer. “Sorry lad, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. If I were to try to put this inside you, it could seriously damage you.”

“Sorry Uncle Jimmy, it’s just I heard stuff at school, some boys were talking about doing that and squirting on each other.”

“I don’t think you’d like my stuff all over you.” It wasn’t said as a question.

Without thinking, I said, “I wouldn’t mind, if you wanted to.”

He stood looking at me for a moment, then said. “Not here, we’ll have to go somewhere secluded.”

He left a note on the table to let Aunt Dorrie know we were going fishing.

He took me to where the lake was. It was closed season, so there was no one there. We trekked through a wooded area. “Here we are Barry, nobody will see us here. He started to undress and asked me to do the same. In his fishing bag, he had the jar of Vaseline and a hand towel.

We lubricated our tadger and started to rub ourselves. Then he asked me if he could touch me. I was extremely nervous, but said okay. He was very gentle and without thinking, I reached over and tried to wrap my hand around his. He laughed, “try both hands Barry.”

It felt good rubbing his and for him to be rubbing mine. Then he said, “are you sure about me coming over you?”

“Yes if you want to then I don’t mind.”

“Okay, kneel down in front of me, I want to squirt around your bottom.”

I did as he asked and I heard the slapping sound of him rubbing himself. “Barry, reach round and pull your cheeks apart.”

Even though I had stopped rubbing myself, I felt a throbbing in my penis. I reached round as he asked and pulled my cheeks as far apart as I could. I felt him press the tip of his tadger against my opening. For a moment, I thought he was going to try and put it in. Instead he rubbed the slippery end up and down the crack of my bottom. I was frightened, but excited at the same time. Then he began to pump harder on his tadger. “I’m nearly there Barry,” he cried, and I felt him press the head against my ring.

As he started to come, It felt as if his come was trying to force it’s way into my bum hole. Then the pressure lessened and I felt a warm wetness between my cheeks. Suddenly a feeling, starting somewhere inside the area of my groin began to course through my body. It felt like fireworks were going off inside my head and I scrunched my eyes shut as it was almost painful. My penis twitched and I watched as a white ribbon erupted from the end of it. I cried out. Uncle Jimmy reached around with his free hand and began to rub my penis. I nearly passed out from the feeling.

We didn’t speak as we cleaned ourselves up. Then he said. “That was your first come, what was it like?”

I just shook my head for a moment. Then said, “that was the most wonderful feeling ever, I can’t wait to do it again when I get home.”

“No lad, it will spoil it if you do it too often, try to limit yourself to once, or maybe twice a week.”

I said I would try, whether I could wait that long was another matter.

I tried to wait until I knew I was going to have a session with Uncle Jimmy. Then the inevitable happened, we got caught.

Aunt Dorrie had gone on a shopping trip and left Uncle Jimmy and me to amuse ourselves. Thinking we were safe, we undressed in the living room and I was sat on the armchair. There was a towel underneath me to catch any spillage. Uncle Jimmy was masturbating in front of me while I did the same. He wanted to come over my ‘cock’ instead of the word tadger.

At the moment we started to come, Aunt Dorrie walked in the door.

Of course we were past the point of stopping and she just stood there watching as her husband unloaded a weeks worth over my cock, while at the same time, my small by comparison ejaculation, spurted up and onto my belly.

Aunt Dorrie seemed quite composed as she said. “Barry, go in the kitchen and clean yourself up.” I did as she asked and she closed the door behind me. I tried to hear what they were saying, but the conversation was in whispered tones.

When I had dressed, I knocked on the door. “Come in.” it was Aunt Dorrie’s voice. I entered and there was no sign of Uncle Jimmy. I assume he had gone upstairs as his clothes were still on the floor.

“Listen Barry, I want you to promise that you won’t say anything about this to anyone.” I promised. “You must also promise that you won’t ever do this again with Jimmy.” I reluctantly agreed.

Whenever I saw Uncle Jimmy, it was always with Aunt Dorrie or at a family gathering. Sadly a year later, he passed away.

Part two: Dorrie.

Aunt Dorrie changed when Jimmy died. Gone was the full of life person I used to know. My visits were less frequent. I was rarely invited in to the house. Then one day mum asked me if I would go and replace the washer on Dorrie’s kitchen tap. Of course I agreed. I took some tools as I was uncertain if she had any. I arrived and when she opened the door, she smiled. “Hello Barry, have you come to fix my dripping tap?”

“Yes Aunt Dorrie.”

We went inside and I set about changing the washer, it didn’t take long and I cleaned up any mess. “All done Aunt Dorrie.”

“Why don’t you go in the other room while I make a cup of tea.”

I sat there and looked around the room. Nothing had changed since the last time I was there. Dorrie came in with a tray, on it was the tea and a plate containing some of her cake. As we sat there, she said, “help yourself to the cake.”

It was as we sat there, that I noticed the way she was sitting. I had recently noticed that a number of older women, including my mother, who were about Dorrie’s age had a tendency to sit with their legs open. I found it disappointing that none of the younger women I came into contact with sat like that.
I was able to see the white underwear she was wearing. I remembered what Uncle Jimmy had said about Dorrie being very hairy and wished that she wasn’t wearing any knickers so I could see for myself.

I tried not to be to obvious with my glances. Waiting until she was looking away. I saw she was wearing stockings and had a girdle with suspenders to hold them up.

By now I was slightly aroused and after finishing the tea, I asked if I could use the toilet. I went through the kitchen and into the toilet. As I closed the door, I heard her bring the tea things into the kitchen. I hoped she wasn’t going to wash up, as I was worried in case she heard me masturbating, for that was what I desperately needed to do. As I stood facing the toilet bowl with my trouser and underpants around my ankles, I heard her open the back door.

There was a lean to outside the back door and it covered the area right up to the small toilet window which was slightly open. As I was tall, I could see her walk past and through the door into the garden. Now it was safe to relieve myself. I started to stroke myself in earnest, as I needed to finish quickly in case she became suspicious as to why I was in there so long.

I always found I could finish quickly if I spoke out loud. As she was in the garden, I began to say. “Oh Aunt Dorrie, I can see right up your skirt, I can see your white knickers, I wish you didn’t have any on, then I could see how hairy you are between your legs.” That did the trick, I started to come. It felt so good, I even missed the bowl and squirted all over the raised seat. As wiped the end of my cock, I saw a movement outside the window. I then realised that if she had stood near the open window she would have heard what I was saying.

Having cleaned my come off the seat, I flushed the toilet and came out. Dorrie was in the other room and I washed my hands in the kitchen sink. Returning to the living room, I saw she was seated in her armchair, this time her knees were pressed firmly together.

I noticed that she appeared to be looking at me intently. I couldn’t read anything in her expression. Then she said. “Thank you for fixing the tap, but I think it’s time you went home.”

That was it, I was convinced that she had overheard what I said and was displeased with me. When she opened the front door, I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek, it was something I always did. Dorrie moved back. My lips were left hanging in the air. “Bye Aunt Dorrie,” I said.

“Bye.” Then she shut the door.

I was concerned that she might say something to my mother. When I returned, mum asked how Dorrie was? “Oh, pretty much the same.” Then mum dropped a bombshell.

“You know my cousin and her husband are coming to stay for a week before they emigrate to Canada. I wanted to save them the expense of a hotel, so I’m going to ask Dorrie if she can put you up for the time they’re here and they can sleep in my bed, I’ll have your room.”

I gave an inward groan. I could just imagine Dories reaction, imagining her trying to find an excuse why she wouldn’t be able to accommodate my mother’s request. The following day, when my mother returned from Dorrie’s, she said, “well that’s sorted. Dorrie said she’d be happy for you to stay the week at hers while they are here.” I was mystified.

I packed a bag, mum said not to worry about taking too many clothes as Dorrie offered to wash them as needed. I took pyjamas. I didn’t normally wear them, but mum said she didn’t want Dorrie to think I was a savage who slept in their underwear. I approached Dorrie’s front door with trepidation, unsure what sort of reception I was likely to receive. Upon opening the front door, Dorrie’s face broke into a broad smile. “Hello Barry, come on in, leave your bag there, you can take it up to your room later, how about a cup of tea and a nice slice of cake?”

I was confused, after the last time I was there and the rather offhand way she behaved towards me, this was something of a turnaround.

Of course I was expected to go and greet my mums cousins. We said our “hellos” they were nice enough, a bit loud and in your face. I was glad to get back to Dorrie’s.

When it was time for bed, Dorrie said, “I unpacked your bag, I see your mother packed pyjamas, I know you don’t like wearing them, so don’t bother on my account.”

I smiled, “thanks Aunt Dorrie.” Holding her hand up, she said. “This is silly, I mean, I’m not your aunt and you’re old enough to address me by my first name.”

This was getting stranger by the minute, but I went along with it. “Okay Dorrie.”

“Right Barry, I only have two rules.”

‘Oh, oh,’ I thought, here it comes. “What are they Dorrie?”

“Number one is if you want a drink or a biscuit, then help yourself, you don’t need to ask.” I nodded, then wondered what number two was.

“Number two is more serious, if my bedroom door is closed then I expect you to knock, I always leave my door open unless I’m in there.”

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Very well Dorrie.”

I went up to the room at the back, this was to be my room for the week. Stripping off, I climbed into crisp clean sheets. Within a few minutes, I was asleep.

I awoke early. I felt refreshed and put on my dressing gown. As I passed Dorrie’s room, I saw that the door was shut and assumed that she was still in bed. Downstairs I made myself a cup of tea and sat down in an armchair. It felt a bit uncomfortable and placing my cup on the floor, I saw that there was some clothes tucked behind the cushion. I pulled them out. It was a bra, slip and knickers. Obviously Dorrie had changed for bed down here and probably placed them there out of the way. I was curious as to what sort of knickers she had been wearing. They were white, I held them up and tried to imagine her standing in front of the fire as she took them off.

I’m not sure why, but I looked inside at the crutch. There was a yellowy stain which I imagined was urine. There were also a few dark curly hairs. My mind recalled Uncle Jimmy’s reference to Dorrie being really hairy. I felt my cock twitch inside my underpants. Raising them up to my nose, I cautiously sniffed. The odour although quite strong was not what I expected. I inhaled deeper and my erection became even harder.

Settling back in the armchair, I undid my dressing gown and eased my underpants down enough to free my cock. As I stroked myself, I breathed in that wonderful aroma. Suddenly the door opened. Dorrie stood in the doorway. God I was so busted.

Walking towards me, she held out her hand. I handed the knickers to her, while at the same time closing my dressing gown together. Bending to retrieve the other items which I had carelessly dropped on the floor, she calmly went out to the kitchen and I heard her putting the kettle on.

Now this was one of those situations where you had to decide, “Fight or Flight.” I saw little point in the latter, as I was going to be staying with her for the week. I decided the best tactic was to grovel and throw myself on her mercy.

Returning with a cup of tea, I was about to speak, but she interrupted me.
“I can’t start the day right without a nice cup of tea.”

Again I tried. “I expect that cup’s gone cold Barry, there’s plenty in the pot.”

It seemed that Dorrie wasn’t in the mood to listen to any explanation I might be trying to offer. I returned with a fresh cup and sat down.

“Barry.” She began to speak. This was it I thought.

“Yes Aunt Dorrie?” with her head cocked to one side, she gave me a questioning look.

“Sorry, yes Dorrie?”

Smiling the warm smiles I remembered from years ago, she asked, “would you mind if we talked about the times with you and Jimmy?”

This was not what I expected, but considering what she had just caught me doing with her underwear, I was in no position to object.

“No, not if you want to Dorrie.”

She asked me how it started and the number of times. I told her. Then she said, “I know he never tried to put it in you.”

“No, he said he would never hurt me, all he did was you know?” Dorrie nodded, knowing I meant he only ever ejaculated over me.

“I want to tell you something Barry, will you give me your word never to repeat it to anyone?”

I crossed myself. “Cross my heart and hope to die Dorrie.” I remembered giving that same promise to Uncle Jimmy.

“Well, I knew Jimmy was that big when I started going out with him, we talked about it a lot. We agreed that I would never be able to let him put it inside me which is why we never had c***dren.” Dorrie let out a sigh, then continued. “So, we reached an agreement. He would relieve me first, you know what I mean?” I nodded, assuming she meant he fingered her.
“He always made sure I was satisfied. Then I would let him ejaculate over me.”

I sat there with my mouth open.

Dorrie continued. “Usually over my breasts, sometimes on my pubic hair and around my opening. I wasn’t keen on that as it took ages to clean myself afterwards. What he liked was to squirt it around my back passage.”

I blushed when she said this, recalling it was that which caused me to have my first orgasm.

Dorrie continued. “The reason I’m telling you this Barry, is that I miss Jimmy so much, I miss his smell, his company, but most of all I miss the physical times.”

I was all ears, well plus the rather large erection I was now sporting.

“I’m not angry that you were using my underwear that way, also I know the time you fixed my leaking tap, that you were masturbating in the toilet, when I passed the window, I overheard what you were saying.”

“Oh, sorry Dorrie.”

She laughed at my unintended joke. Then became serious again. “I have a proposition to make to you, please try not to be embarrassed when I tell you what it is.”

I waited with bated breath.

“Not to beat about the bush, the things you were saying, about seeing how hairy I was, if I allow you to find out, would you be willing to do what Jimmy used to do?”

I think I went into shock. It was several seconds before I realised what she had asked. I saw her face was set with an expression of expectation.

“I, err, what, how….” I was unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Listen Barry, I expect this has come as a shock, if you want time to think about it, then I’ll understand, if you’d rather not, then please tell me now.”

“NO.” I exclaimed.

Dorrie appeared deflated. “Okay, I’ll not mention it again.”

“No, what I meant was that I don’t need to think about it Dorrie, I want to.”

For the first time since Jimmy had died, I saw a look of true happiness on her face.

“Do you want to now?” I asked with anticipation.

“Not yet Barry, I need to prepare myself, I need to wash myself,” she pointed to her lap. “Plus you need to make sure you’re clean down there. You’ll find that women don’t like a smelly tadger.”
I started to choke up as I remembered the first time when Uncle Jimmy had demonstrated masturbation.

Dorrie went first in the kitchen, then me, she told me to remove everything and just keep my dressing gown on.

I came out of the kitchen and she was sitting in the armchair. “Are you nervous Barry?”

I nodded.

“If it helps, so am I.”

Pulling the tie of her dressing gown, she opened the top. I gasped as her breasts came into sight. The nipples seemed so large. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” My voice croaked and I swallowed hard.

Dorrie pulled the gown fully open, lay back in the armchair and stretched her legs straight out.

I stared at her body. Her pubic hair spread all across her belly, it was so thick.

“Say something Barry, even if you don’t like it.”

“It’s beautiful Dorrie, can I touch it?”

“Not until you take off the dressing gown.”

I let the gown drop to the floor. “I’m sorry I’m not very big.” Feeling inadequate with six and a half inches when fully aroused.

Dorrie looked at my cock which was standing at attention and had been since I came out of the bathroom.

“Here, you probably want some of this.” She handed me a jar of Vaseline. I took it and pulling back my foreskin, put some around the head.

“Start to rub it, but slowly.” Her voice had become deep and gravely.

As I started, she said, “do you want to see my opening?”

I nodded, “yes please.”

Dorrie shuffled forwards in the chair so her bottom was perched on the edge of the seat. Then she raised her legs and placed one over each arm of the chair. The hair seemed even thicker underneath. Placing her hands either side, Dorrie pulled gently and I watched as the hair parted and I could see the pink interior. I rubbed faster.

“Slow down Barry, you don’t want to finish too quickly. I stopped rubbing.

“If you come nearer, you can have a feel.” I moved next to her and placed my hand on the dark curly hair. It felt slightly coarse.

“What do you guys call it now, you know, masturbation.”

“Wanking,” I said.

“Do you want me to wank you?” I nodded. Dorrie took me in her hand and gently started to stroke me. I was in heaven.

“Just in case you come too soon, where do you want to let it go?”

I stared at the pink opening just below where I was stroking her hair. “Can I do it in there?”

“Listen Barry, I know I’m an old woman, but would you be willing to put it in, just for a moment?”

I was trying to think of what word to use. “What, in your…”

“Yes, in my cunt Barry.” My cock jerked in her hand.

“If you want me to, I’ll do it, you know, fuck you.” I waited with bated breath, had I gone too far by using the “F” word?

“Oh Barry love, kneel down in front of me, you should be the right height to put it in.”

I knelt down and my cock was level with her cunt. “Take it slowly, the only thing I’ve fucked lately is a carrot.”

This was a revelation, Dorrie obviously masturbated using a carrot. This was something I would have to get her to show me. Dorrie pulled herself open again and placing the tip of my cock at the centre of the pink, I pushed forwards.

As I started to enter her it almost felt like I was being sucked in.

“Now take your time Barry and don’t worry if you come quickly as we can do it again tonight when we go to bed.”

I took all my will power not to come too quickly, I wanted to try and give Dorrie as much pleasure as possible but when she started to grunt every time I pushed into her I finally lost it and began to pump my load in that glorious warm and wet place.

I pulled out and saw my offering start to seep out. I noticed a box of tissues on the table and took one out and handed it to her.

“Thank you Barry, not only a great shag but a gentleman as well.”

I blinked, she had said I was a great shag and I felt six feet tall.

We fucked every night in her double bed and slept, then fucked in the morning before we got up. At the end of the week I went home reluctantly but at the same time relief as it gave my cock a chance to rest.

Part three: Mother.

“So Barry, how did you get on staying at Dorrie’s?”

I think I gave myself away as my face went a deep red.

“Did something happen at Dorrie’s Barry?”

“No.” I said abruptly.

My mother must have guessed that she had touched a nerve as she didn’t pursue the subject. Unbeknown to me she decided to ask Dorrie.

Then on her return from visiting Dorrie, she said, “Dorrie wondered if you could pop in and see her, she has a couple of little jobs she needs doing.”

I was totally oblivious to what was to transpire, so I said, “okay mum, I’ll pop round tomorrow.”

When Dorrie opened the door I could see that something was amiss.

“Come in Barry, we need to talk.”

Dorrie made the tea and we sat drinking it in silence, when I put my cup back in its saucer, she started to speak.

“When your mother came to see me yesterday, I realised that she had something on her mind, for a start she declined a cup of tea, I’ve never known her to refuse tea. Anyway she came straight to the point and asked me directly if we were having sex.”

“Oh no.”

“I was unsure if you had said anything to her about your stay with me so I didn’t know whether to deny it or not.”

“Was she angry?” I asked.

“No, surprisingly she wasn’t, but she was determined to know exactly what had taken place between us.”

“Oh, did you tell her?”

“I’m afraid I did, she sat there for some time before speaking, then what she said really stunned me.”

“Go on, what did she say?”

“Well to cut a long story short, when we’ve finished speaking, she wants you to go back home and tell her what happened.”

“But I thought you said you told her what happened.”

Dorrie raised her hand. “I did, but she wants to hear it from you.”

I was confused, “why?”

Dorrie shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, but best you go home and face the music. I daresay this will be the last time we see each other.”

“What? Why, why can’t I see you again?”

“Listen Barry, now she knows I don’t think she’ll trust us to see each other again.”

I saw a look of sadness on her face, it wasn’t unlike the look I saw when she had lost her Jimmy.

“I’m sorry that I’ve brought you this trouble Dorrie.”

Shaking her head, she said, “no Barry, this was more my fault, but can I ask you not to mention any of what happened between you and Jimmy.”

“Oh Dorrie, you know I would never disrespect Jimmy’s in that way.”

For a third time I said, “cross my heart and hope to die.”

Before I left Dorrie gave me a summary of what she had told my mother.

I walked the long way home trying to delay the inevitable, but eventually I was standing at the front door with the key in my hand. As I raised it towards the lock and as if by magic the door opened and there stood my mother.

Scanning her face for some indication of her frame of mind, there was nothing.

“I heard the gate,” she said as an explanation as to why she had opened the door.

I recalled the saying, ‘abandon hope all ye that enter here’.

“So how did you get on at Dorrie’s?”

I decided to get it over with. “Dorrie told me that she told you.”

“And?”

This was not the response I expected. “And what?”

“And what is it you want to tell me?”

I felt my face start to redden up as I told her a similar account of how Dorrie and I had started to have sex.

“I see.” That was it, she stood up and went into the kitchen.

I sat there totally confused, I expected a telling off and to be told I wasn’t allowed to see Dorrie again. Nothing.

I decided to keep out of her way until it was time for our evening meal. When the time arrived we sat at the table and as we ate she started a conversation about her impending trip to Wales to visit an old school friend.

“So I intend to be away for about a week Barry and I know you think you’re capable of looking after yourself but I’d be happier if you weren’t on your own, so I’m going to ask Dorrie if you can stay with her while I’m away.”

I think I gasped out loud, because she said, “I daresay you’re wondering why I would allow you to stay with Dorrie in light of your relationship with her.”

I could only nod my head.

“Well Barry it’s not an ideal situation but perhaps more preferable to you going with a girl your own age and getting her pregnant, anyway they say a young man should sow his oats before he settles down and I know that Dorrie would never hurt you, I only ask that if I allow you to carry on your association with Dorrie that when the time comes when you’ve had enough, then let her down gently and be honest with her, agreed?”

Again I was totally perplexed and could only nod my head.

I stayed away from Dorrie’s until the time came for my mothers trip. The taxi that took my mother to the station dropped me off at Dorrie’s first. I wondered what sort of reception to expect.

Part four: Dorrie 2.

The door opened and I could see the same warm smiling face of the Dorrie I knew.

“Hello Barry, did your mum get off okay?”

“Yes.”

Once inside we sat down, “well Barry, this is certainly a turn up for the books eh.”

“Yes Dorrie, it feels really weird.”

“Well if you don’t want to carry on as before I’ll understand.”

“NO,” I shouted, then, “sorry, no I want to carry on as before unless you want to stop?”

That warm smile again, “thank goodness, I thought I was going to have to look forward to a week with no fucking.”

That evening we had a bath together, as she undressed I noticed that she had trimmed some of her pubic hair. I asked her why.

“I was going to ask if we might try oral sex.” There was an expectant look on her face.

I tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible. “If I try and don’t like it will you be offended if I stop?”

“Oh Barry love, I thought you’d refuse straight away, of course I won’t be offended, and whether you stop or not, I’ll still want to suck your cock.”

I think my mouth dropped open when she said this. Dorrie put her hand under my chin and pushed it shut.

That night in the bedroom, Dorrie said, “if you want to change your mind, then now’s the time Barry.”

I shook my head.

We were both naked, and climbed onto the bed and Dorrie spread her legs apart, I could see she had trimmed most of the hair from around her opening, I guess to stop me getting a mouthful of hair. When I had stayed with her the last time she had taught me about the clitoris, telling me that this little bud was the key to giving a woman additional pleasure when making love.

I moved down the bed so that I could get my head between her legs. I remember the time when I had smelt her underwear. I was unprepared for the odour of her cunt. It was like that day only stronger.

I began by running my tongue up the crease until I found her clitoris, as soon as I made contact she jerked and I knew I was doing it right.

“Urghhh, oh god Barry, that’s it, urghhh, keep doing it, oh fuck, urghhh.”

I moved down so I was able to push my tongue into her cunt. At first I thought she had pissed herself, she was so wet.

Dorrie stopped me and got me to move into what I was later to find out was called sixty nine. This time as I lapped at her cunt I felt her take my cock into her mouth.

As she sucked away at my cock, I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, so I said, “I’m nearly there Dorrie, you’d better take it out.”

Unsure if she heard me or not, she appeared not to take any notice.

I groaned as I started to come in her mouth until I had finished. I felt her tap me on the arse. “Time to get off Barry.” She had obviously swallowed my load.

We sat up in bed. “Thank you so much Barry, sadly Jimmy never did that, he was a bit squeamish.”

All I could say was, “you swallowed it?”

Dorrie laughed, “and it tasted excellent Barry.”

That was the only time we indulged in oral sex, we fucked a few times but I don’t think Dorrie’s heart was really in it anymore. I remembered what my mother had said about letting her down when I thought it was time to end it, perhaps this was that time?

At the end of the week as I packed my stuff into my suitcase, I came downstairs and saw Dorrie sitting in the armchair. Looking up she started to speak. “Barry, I have to tell you something.”

I raised my hand, “me first Dorrie, I think we’ve come to the end of the road, don’t you?”

I could see tears in her eyes, “thank you Barry for being so understanding, I will always remember our times together, but that doesn’t mean you can’t come round for a cup of tea and a slice of cake.”

We hugged until the taxi hooted his horn and she showed me to the door. I waved goodbye, sad in some respects, but happy that I would soon be seeing my mother again. I only hoped that she didn’t want to know too much about what my week was like with Dorrie.