Johnson�s Heaven

by Kellis

Part 4: Florrie

�You like this thing, don�t you?� said Johnson, holding up the more complicated of the two strap-on dildoes that Clara had bought on her earlier excursion.� The shaft was large enough to contain two D-cells for the vibrating element in the head.� A foam-tipped protrusion above the shaft formed a separate clit tickler.� The whole thing extended no more than seven inches from the belts, probably because of the protrusion.� Model testicles were not included.

They lay together on her bed, still recovering from their recent exercise with that article.

She grinned.� �How could you tell?�

�Most women seem to have rather sedate climaxes, compared to men, but one learns to recognize them.� And when the girls aren�t sedate, you suspect they�re faking.� I�ve fucked you, what, a dozen times?� When your moans turn to grunts, that�s it.� Right?�

She shrugged.� �You expect me to notice?�

�I guess not.� With me up your ass, this bulbous head buzzing in your pussy and the foam bumping your clit, your grunts are twice as loud.� Do you deny coming just now?�

She sighed.� �That combination is just ��

�Too much?�

�Out of this world!�

He chuckled.� �I�m glad to hear you found something interesting here.�

Her eyes popped wider.� �Interesting?� Johnson, life with you is fascinating!� So far.�

�For both of us.�� He studied her appraisingly.� �Helen, I think I�ve been looking all along for a woman like you.�

�What kind of woman is that?�

�One who really loves sex.� I can be more precise: one who loves fucking however she gets it.� I believe that�s you.�

She nodded with a sigh.� �Too much sometimes.�

�I like what that implies too.�� His voice changed timber.� �I want to attend a convention that�s coming up, take you with me, show you off.�

�Show me to who?�

�Some of the other attendees.�

Her eyes sparkled.� �I�m not a marble statue, Johnson.�

�I�ll say you aren�t!� But posed on all fours on a coffee table, wearing only a smile, with big boobs drooping and big ass in the air, you�ll be a knockout.�

Her eyes rounded.� �Who�ll be looking?�

�Half a dozen other attendees.� We�ll put one of them underneath you on the coffee table, the one with the biggest pects.�

�Oh god, Johnson � with another standing behind me?�

�One in front too.�

She took a deep breath, eyes like saucers.� �That sounds � that sounds ��� Her gaze turned inward.

�Is that the kind of fucking you love too much?�

�Oh, god!�� Her hand flew to her groin.

* * *

�I�ve got a new girl coming this morning,� said Johnson at breakfast.

Clara cocked her head.� �I suspected as much.�

�Did you?�

�It�s why we didn�t fuck all day yesterday.�

He grinned.� �Got me all figured out, have you?�

�Maybe not.� But what you do includes an element of showmanship, doesn�t it?� You like to pop them a mouthful.�

�Showmanship?�

�And it reduces the chance of disappointment.�

He said thoughtfully, �I don�t think I�ll ask you to explain that.�

�Because you might get one who turns you off.�� She paused then shrugged.� �I�ve been wondering, nowadays with the Internet, why don�t you make your prospects send you a photo?�

He sniffed.� �A girl with Internet access probably doesn�t need to go suck a stranger�s cock.�

�Maybe not, but I could have sent you one and I�m sure so could Melissa.�

�Who?�

�The last one who was here.� You don�t remember their names, do you!�

�My computer does that, and more too.�

* * *

The woman admitted to the great room later that morning was a true carrot top with orange hair pulled back in a long ponytail.� She was of medium build, wearing a plain black knee-length dress with half length sleeves and black pumps.� One hand clutched a small purse.

�Close the door and come on in,� said Johnson.� �You are Florrie, right?� I�m Johnson and I love your hair.�

�Thank you,� she answered in an alto voice, smiling nervously as she advanced across the floor.� �I�m pleased to meet you.�

�Likewise.�� He gestured around at the three tripods.� �The green lights on those three cameras mean they�re already recording.� They track anything that moves.� I hope you don�t mind them.�

�I don�t.� You said you�d make a video.�

�Good.�� He stood up and handed her a roll of bills.� �This is for coming.�

When she had taken the money and stuffed it into her purse, he added, �Please strip off all your clothing.� You may hang it on that chair.�

�All of it?� she squeaked.

He nodded.� �Every stitch.� I also told you nudity is required.�

�But � but I thought we�d talk a while first.�

He smiled wryly.� �Bare skin seems to promote truth.�

�Is that your experience?�� She shook her head.� �Lying might even be easier nude.�

�Lying prone, maybe, but not by mouth.�

She blinked and shrugged.� Her hands went behind her.� In a moment the dress hung over the chair.� Brassiere and panties followed.� She toed off her pumps and stood straight before him, biting her lip.

He nodded slowly.� �You�re well shaped, Florrie.�

Her only response was to cover her nipples with her palms.

He smiled.� �It�s too late to conceal them, my dear.� Why do you want to?�

�They�re too small.�

�Oh, I don�t agree.� What�s the cup size?�

�B.�

�How old are you?�

�Twenty-four.�

�I assure you, they�ll grow.� Please take a seat facing me on that other couch.�

She sat on the edge with one leg tightly crossed over the other, hands clasped beyond the higher knee, and said suggestively, �You don�t plan to be truthful?�

He smiled indulgently, undid the belt tie and spread his knees where he sat facing her, almost in arms� length.� �As you see, I�m only wearing robe and slippers.� Or were you offering to help me strip?�

�I � I�m sorry.� You�re paying me.�

He made a throwaway gesture.� �Do you go to school, Florrie?�

�No.� I�m a clerk in a drugstore.�

�Pays well, does it?�

�Barely enough for my rent.�

�You have an apartment?�

�With five other girls.�

�Marianne lives with you?�

�Marianne?� Oh.� Yeah.� She�s the one who told me about you.�

�So you said.�� He grinned.� �Not her real name, eh?�

�No.�

�But she�s one of my video stars.� All right, Florrie.� Are you ready for the disgusting personal questions?� You said she told you about them too.�

�I guess so.�� She straightened her shoulders.� �Yes, I am.�

�Good.� How old were you the first time you fucked?�

Her eyes widened.� �That�s vulgar!�

�So is sucking cock.� How old?�

She hesitated and took a deep breath.� �I probably shouldn�t do it, but what the hell, Johnson?� I�m going to tell you the truth.� I was twelve.�

�I�m paying for the truth.� Were you prepubertal?�

�It was before my period, if that�s what you mean.�

�As I recall, girls that age are very curious. �How did your first one happen?�

�My aunt�s husband seduced me.�

�Really!� Your uncle?�

�Not by blood.�

�How�d he do it?�

�He let me find a series of pictures.�

�Pornographic?�

�I�ll say!� He and my aunt were having sex in them.�

�Missionary?�

�Huh?� Oh.� That too.� They started off orally.�

�With his cock in her mouth?�

�Yeah.� Then with the come leaking underneath it down her chin.� As soon as I saw it, my bottom got ��

�Wet?�

�I was going to say �warm,� but that too.� Then he was tonguing her.� My hand went straight into my shorts.�

�You had already discovered how to frig?�

�Oh, yes.�� After a moment she giggled.

When he cocked an eyebrow, she explained, �Nature teaches girls about that.� All they have to do is straddle something.� What�s funny is that somebody has to teach a boy.�

He nodded.� �I think that�s generally true, but also of girls.� You haven�t heard of �feeling parties?��

Her giggle strengthened.� �Did you think they�re for teaching about clits?�

�Aren�t they?�

�They�re to let you meet other girls who play.�

�If you say so.� I suppose your uncle caught you looking at his pictures.�

�How�d you guess?� she asked dryly.� �He caught me with my shorts down and rubbing like mad.�

�What did he say?�

��You�re a noisy frigger.� I�ll bet you scream when you come.��

Johnson grinned.� �Not the usual remark, eh?�� He made gathering motions.� �Tell it all.�

�I�m like, �I can scream now.�

�He goes, �Not yet but soon,� and pushes his sweatpants down.� His penis looks exactly like what�s in the pictures: sticking out and curving up a little.� He and I both know auntie is off playing cards.� We�ve got the house to ourselves.�

�What did you feel?� asked Johnson.� �Were you afraid?�

�Not afraid at all.� You said it: I�m all tingly and burning with curiosity.� All I can see is his big � cock.� I drop to my knees and suck it in like in the pictures.�

�That was your first blow job, I gather.� How�d it taste?�

She shook her head.� �I�m so tingly I don�t notice the taste.� I like the way it feels in my mouth.� And I love doing something so different.� It�s exciting even when I gag.�

�A natural born cock sucker!�

�That�s me.�

�It was already hard, you say?� He must�ve been watching you frig.�

�I was in the den.� He�d been in the kitchen watching me over the counter.� They had a thick carpet.� I didn�t know he was there until he was standing over me.�

�Was that also your first porn?�

�The real kind.� I�d seen some nudity on HBO.�

�His pictures were eye-openers.�

�So�s his cock.� He goes, �You�re about to taste what your aunt loves.��

�Did you know what he meant?�

�My friends and I talked about it.�

Johnson chuckled.� �I can just imagine: �When a boy fucks, white shit comes out his dick.��

�We knew it wasn�t shit.�

�How�d you like that first mouthful?�

She grinned.� �It did seem like a lot.�

�Did you swallow?�

�I had to.� The head was on the back of my tongue.�

�Did you complain?�

�No.� I never even thought of complaining, even when he ripped my cherry, which should�ve hurt!�

�He did that right away?�

�He sent me to put down some towels then gave me a good licking.�

�You�re leaving out details.�

�With his tongue on my clit, of course.�

�Of course.� Did you enjoy that?�

�Oh, god, you know it!� So much so that it felt good when he first put it in.� I just kept coming.�

�That�s very unusual, Florrie.�

�So I�ve heard.�

�Did you bleed?�

�Enough to really stain his genitals.�

Johnson chuckled.� �Did he complain?�

�He goes, �Just call me Old Red Dick.��

�Not very impressed by your sacrifice, eh?�

�I thought he was funny.�

�You were pretty cool.�

�I knew it could happen on the first time but not that much blood.� I�m like, �Should I see a doctor?��

�He laughs a little and goes, �Florrie, this is what happens to twelve-year-old girls left alone with Uncle.�

�I�m like, �Some uncles, maybe!��

��Loving uncles, like me.��

Johnson nodded.� �I doubt that was the end of your conversation.�

�We talk quite a bit.� I want to do it again.� He says I have to wait a few days.� We take a shower together.� He gets me a tampon and helps me put it in then takes the towels to the washer.�

�Did you tell your aunt?�

�No, but I think she knew.� I�m all over him after that, as you might guess.� A couple days later she winks at me and remarks about how loving we�ve got.�

�She never mentioned it otherwise?�

�No.� Not to me, at least.�

�I�m sure you knew that you had your uncle over a barrel whenever you wanted to put him there.�

�You mean with the law?�� Florrie shrugged.� �Ratting on him would not have occurred to me.� I�m only telling you because I know you don�t really care.�

�Did he fuck you again?�

�Every time she left us alone.� I even blew him once in the den while she was upstairs.�

�But you already suspected she knew about it.�

�When I had swallowed his come in the den and his wet dick was sticking up, I�m like, �What would happen if Auntie walked through that door right now?�

�He goes, �She�d scream not to spit on her couch.�

�I�m like, �Doesn�t she swallow?�� Then I remember in the picture it�s running down her chin.�

�Presumably your visit ended after a while.� Did you ever fuck your uncle again?�

�Oh, yes.� Like I said, every time I could get him alone.�� She grinned with a toss of her head.� �The last time was about six months ago.�

�He�s a very lucky man.�

�He says he makes his own luck.�

�Very true, in this case at least.� Florrie, how many other men have you fucked?�

She took a deep breath.� �I�m a slut, Johnson.� I don�t really know.�

�Do you mean �� You couldn�t mean �� This place you share with five other girls, is it a whore house?�

She grinned.� �Informally, you could say.�

�Well, is it?� Do your friends fuck men for money?�

�Sometimes, but more often we just give it away for drinks and dinner, like most girls.�

�To boyfriends?�

�Bar flies, usually.�

�I see.� That suggests you and Marianne might have other prospects for me.�

�Maybe.�� She grinned saucily.� �If I give them a good report.�

�You should be able to.� Let�s go from the general to the particular.� Do you fuck men for money?�

�I�m about to suck one.�

�You said you were a clerk in a drugstore.� Turning tricks on the side?�

�Okay, I�ve done that once in a while.� Some guys would rather pay cash upfront then treat to drinks and dinner.�

Johnson�s eyebrows rose.� �They proposition you that way?�

�Exactly that way.� They go, �Instead of getting half drunk, let�s cut to the chase.� Will you fuck me for a hundred dollars?��

�And you accept?�

�Sure.� I just want to fuck.�

Johnson chuckled.� �You show a masculine attitude.� Do you spare any wants for the future?�

She shrugged.� �My friend Denise went home with a guy last year and married him.� They just had a kid.� Who knows what the future will bring?�

�Who indeed?� Was Denise a slut too?�

�We all are.�

�And amuse each other when men aren�t handy?�

�Not me.� I don�t swing that way.�� She giggled.� �We amuse each other by running down our guys.�

�What will you say about me?�

Her eyes twinkled.� �Maybe something like, �He was all talk.��

�We�ve just begun.� Pull your knees up and spread your legs.� Hook your heels on the edge of the couch.�

When she had obeyed, the camera behind Johnson whirred as Clara panned and zoomed for the close-up.

Florrie heard the sound.� �Who�s running the camera?�

Johnson held up the unused remote control as misdirection.� He said, �That�s disappointing.�

�What is?�

�I was hoping your pubes would reveal your natural hair color.� You shaved them close this morning, didn�t you?�

�Red is its natural color.�� Her chin rose.� �What is it with men and shaved pubic hair?� Do they really want to fuck little girls?�

�Some do, I suppose.� Others admire the more visible folds of flesh.� I like it either way.�

�Maybe I�ll let it grow.� Men do seem to like red hair.�

�They believe it marks horny women.� Pull open your pussy lips.�

Again the camera whirred.� Its narrowly-focused flood light came on.

�That�s a lovely baby-hole,� he said admiringly.� �Look over your shoulder.� I�ll bet you�ve never seen it in such detail.�

She strained head and shoulders to obey and exclaimed at sight of the huge enlargement, �Wow!�

�You say you�re a slut.� It�s obvious that heavy exercise isn�t harmful to a pussy.�

Her finger explored within the pink cavern as she continued to watch the wall-mounted screen.� She giggled.

�Feels good, does it?� he asked.

�I look at it in a mirror every time I shave.� It amuses me that I never thought to look up it.�

�For that you need better light.� You are unusually wet.�

She faced him with a grin.� �I love talking about fucking.�

�And you talk well too.� That pussy is remarkably symmetrical.� Do you mind if I explore it also?�

She grinned widely.� �Not a bit.�

He dropped to his knees before her and inserted his fingers, first one, then two then three.

She sniffed.� �How unusual!� You didn�t go for the clit first.�

�I�ll get there.�

After a moment of continuing palpitation she added, �Be careful or you�ll get wet.�

He looked up at her quizzically.

She caught her breath.� �Lift up on the � I guess you�d call it the roof.�

His fingers flexed repeatedly upward.� Shortly a fine spray wet his hand.

His eyes widened.� �Where�d that come from?�

�I�m a squirter,� she declared.� �But just a little bit.�

He withdrew and studied the back of his hand.� �I repeat: where�d that come from?�

�Do you like it?�

He licked his hand and tasted his lips.� �No particular flavor.�

Bending forward, he peered into the cavity.� �Does it come from the pee hole?�

She said thoughtfully, �It doesn�t feel like that exactly.� There may be other tiny openings, like in your throat for saliva.�

�You can feel it squirt?�

�I can feel it get a lot wetter.�

�When you�re fucking?�

�Especially then.� Especially when I�m coming.�

He reinserted the three fingers and standing up, closed his palm over her shaven mound to compress the clit rhythmically from within and without.� She moaned and the general wetness increased detectably.� He continued until her hips twitched and she cried out, �Oh, my god!�

He soon desisted and sat back down on the opposite couch, grinning and sniffing his hand.� She heaved a breath, fell back on the couch, let her feet hit the floor and returned his grin.

He said complacently, �I take it you had a little one at least.�

�I did.� You know your women, don�t you?�

�Thank you.�� He got to his feet and flung off the robe, displaying a firm erection.� �Now it�s my turn.�

She eyed the approaching organ and said, �That�s a pretty one.�

He paused with the head inches from her lips.� �What�s your standard of beauty?�

�Straight, veins not swollen and a thin-skinned head.�� Her hand came up and pulled back the foreskin.� �Oh, yes!�

�How do you know it�s thin-skinned?�

�It has a purple tinge.� The capillaries and the nerves are right on the surface, which means higher sensitivity.�

He said with deliberate irony, �You know your cocks, don�t you?�

She grinned.� �I�ve made a study.�

He nodded.� �You do get to study them close up.� How many, Florrie?�

�How many cocks have I studied?�

�How many have been in your mouth?�

She shrugged one shoulder.� �I told you, Johnson: I�m a slut.� I don�t really know.�

�A different one every week for two or three years?�

�Umm.�� She thought a moment.� �Not every week, and sometimes two or three in the same week.�

�Is over a hundred a fair guess?�

She shrugged with both shoulders.� �Maybe.�� She giggled.� �It sounds like a lot.�

�Not if you enjoy it.�

�Which I really do.� Nothing else is like a cock.�

�Here�s one more.� Open your mouth.�

Leaning forward, she audibly slurped him in.� After a moment�s tongue work she backed away, licking her lips.� �Salty.�

�Doesn�t a cock have sweat glands?�

She blinked.� �Don�t you know?�

�I never thought about it.� Suck.�

She readmitted him and obeyed, bobbing gently.� One hand fondled his balls.� A side camera whirred as it zoomed.� Woops!� The remote control was in his discarded robe, but Florrie hadn�t noticed.

Her free arm went around his hips and applied counter pressure as her nose and lips compressed his pubic pad.

�Good god!� he exclaimed involuntarily.

She held that pose for a few seconds and withdrew.� Her eyes twinkled.� �Did you like that?�

�Florrie, did you ever find a man who didn�t?�

�I had one told me it made him look like a girl.�

�Do it again.�

He stared down as her face darted forward.� Her fingers pressed his balls against her chin, permitting her to look up at him through the fringes of his pubic hair.

�He was right,� said Johnson.� �And I can understand his complaint if he thought you�d bite it off.�

With the cock head in her throat she laughed hard enough that mucus shot from her nostrils.� Snatching her head back, she cried, �God, Johnson, I�m sorry!� and her extended tongue licked the residue from his hair.

�Not a problem,� he said, smiling, and stooped to kiss her forehead.� �I like expressive women.�

�That was a pun, right?�

�Also the truth.�� He straightened up and thrust his hips forward.

Her eyes crossed on the proffered object.� �I�d like to keep that thing but not by biting it off.�� She spread her legs and pulled her knees up into the earlier display position.� �Fuck me, Johnson, please?�� Her expression was one of sincere entreaty.

He hesitated.� �I�m paying for a blowjob.�

�I want you to fuck me � so bad!�

�After the blowjob.� Maybe.�

�Oh, all right!� she said with a touch of exasperation, leaned forward and readmitted him.

He let her work for a while before declaring tightly, �Here it comes!�

She accepted his ejaculate calmly without spilling a drop.� When he had finished and backed away, she opened her mouth wide to exhibit a tongue full of jizz.� He stepped to one side to let the rear camera see.� Fortunately it did not whir, presumably because it was still zoomed from before.

When she saw that he had noticed, she swallowed in a gulp and grinned disdainfully.� �Is that about what you expected?�

He took a breath.� �You are very neat.�

�Which is why you can get away with sucking a cock in public.�

�Do you like to do it there?�

�It�s thrilling.� My loving uncle likes it.�

�Until you get caught.�

�We got caught once.�

�Who by?�

�A cop, would you believe!�

�That has a sound of a good story.�

�Want to hear it?�

�Florrie, you like to brag, don�t you?�

She giggled and nodded.� �When the audience appreciates it.�

�Do you still want to fuck?�

�Umm.� Not so much.�

�I hope the taste of my jizz didn�t put you off.�

�I think it was your refusal.� Anyway, you�ve got what you paid for.�

�That�s true.�� He found his robe, shrugged back into it and withdrew a third roll of bills.� �This is yours, including a bonus for your frankness.�

�Thank you.�

She slipped efficiently into her clothing without dallying.� Shortly she stood with purse in hand.� �It�s been interesting, Johnson.�

�Yes, it has.�

She shrugged one shoulder.� �I may not be your cup of tea.� You might like one of my housemates better.� Should I tell them to call you?�

�I have no complaint, Florrie.� But, yes, please do.� Say, next week.� And tell the man at the desk downstairs to call you a taxi.� It�s on me.�

�Okay.� Goodbye.�

* * *

When he had watched the rerun in the office with Clara, he shook his head with a sigh.� �Not one of the better ones.�

Clara regarded him oddly and bit her lip.

�Say it,� he ordered.

�What put you off?� I can�t believe it was her twelve-year-old first fuck.�

�Can�t you?� But can you believe any twelve-year-old would be so unfazed, getting caught looking at her uncle�s dirty pictures?�

Clara thought a moment.� �I think she wanted us to believe she was overcome with sexual feeling.�

�Oh, yes, in a virgin at age twelve?�

She chuckled a little.� �Too much for you, eh?�

He sighed.� �Although it probably happened just the way she told it.� Too bad.� I should�ve fucked her and then jizzed down her throat.�

�Why didn�t you really?�

�I broke my rules with you and seem to�ve got away with it.� I was damned if I�d do it again.�

�What rules?�

�Just one that I learned the hard way: don�t put your cock in a woman below the neck until she�s been tested for STDs.�

Clara�s gaze was interested.� �How do you test them?�

�Really only one way: send them to a doctor for a pussy smear.�

She blinked.� �I thought that was for cancer.�

�Yes, but also for bacterial infections.� It covers the waterfront.�

��The hard way,� you say.�

�Caught the clap.� But the antibiotics worked.�

�I�m glad to hear it.�

�But I can�t send every woman to the doctor.� They won�t stand for it.� For that matter I don�t have a tame doctor.�

�Why did you take a chance on me?�

�You were � intelligent and obviously sincere.� And I found myself obsessing over you.� Which I still do, by the way.�

��Obsessing?��

He shook his head.� �Clara, you are a remarkable woman in many delightful ways. �Even your genital odor is attractive.�

Her eyebrows rose and she shifted in her captain�s seat.

Grinning, he dropped to his knees before her, worked her pajama bottom down and buried his face in her crotch.

She sighed heavily.� �Johnson, I love your idea of proof.� Ooo, that�s so sweet!�