Jeannie was lured to a sex party, at least that's what she told me
“They took all my clothes off and just used me like a toy,” Jeannie admitted when I finally managed to get her to stop sobbing and say something intelligible.
I was shocked, we going home from London Padington to Oxford, it was December 1960, the old fashioned train with no corridors had individual compartments and we were alone in a compartment intended for 12, so hardly crowded. She looked broken in her short party dress with a padded pukka jacket over it, she had lost her hat somewhere and her hand bag.
“So what in Gods name happened?” I asked, “I thought it was someone’s birthday party?”
“Yes and I was the present!” she snapped, “Why did you abandon me!”
“Look I only came at all because you promised I could watch trains instead of going to some ghastly party,” I reminded her, “I though I was doing you a favour?”
“Well Mummy and Daddy wouldn’t have let me go but they trust you.” she replied, ”And you let me down!”
“Look you knew very well I would stay until you met your friends and then watch trains,” I said.
“You led me into a trap!” she said ,”You’re evil!”
“Well you’re nineteen, not five, you certainly gave me the impression you knew what you were doing.”
“You’re older than me, you should have stayed with me and kept me safe!” she said.
“Oh yes, 14 months and one school year older, I’m not exactly your grand dad,” I insisted, “I’am not even your boy friend, I just live two doors away and mend your bicycle if no one else is around.”
“It’s still your fault!” she said, “God knows what Mummy will say.”
“What happened,” I asked,
“We were dancing,” she said, “We had a gramophone of course, and some food and drink, sausage rolls, and Sandra and Chloe were getting on well with these boy and.”
“And,” I said, “That doesn’t exactly explain how you managed to end up with no clothes on?”
“Well she said I was getting on nicely with Rory, he is in the Navy and he has a beard, and it tickles when he kisses me.” she said, “And I was hot so I took my coat off and he was really nice,”
“Well that’s the coat,” I agreed.
“And James,” she said, “He had a moustrache and when I said Rory’s beard tickled he asked if I had been kissed by someone with a beard and I said no and.”
“Obviously he had to take your clothes off to kiss you,” I suggested.
“No, it was nice and,” she said, “Then someone kissed my foot and I tried to see but James kept kissing my mouth and.”
“He took you stockings off,” I surmised.
“No I only had ankle socks on and he kissed all the way up my leg and,” she said
“Your pants just slipped down,” I surmised.
“He kissed me down there,” she admitted, “Through my pants and pushed them to one side and fingered me John, he put his fingers up inside me.”
“As one does between exchanging names and asking after one’s parents health,” I ventured.
“It hurt,” she said, “But James kept kissing me and I think Roy took my bra off, and then I was on the coffee table and James spread my legs and I wasn’t a virgin anymore.”
“No not after having his fingers inside you,” I agreed, “No you were not, obviously.”
“He put his thing in me John, right in” she said.
“Was it nice?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“And did Roy have a go?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Did they make you suck anyone’s cock by any chance?” I asked
“How did you know?” she asked.
“It’s common but chaps usually pay a prostitute to do it," I admitted, “They used to get a chambermaid or some such back before the war.”
“And you let me go knowing this?” she said.
“It was your idea,” I reminded her, “ Oh tell Mummy you’ll come to London with me please John, pretty please,” You said “Or I’ll tell them you’ve been borrowing your Daddy’s car.”
“Well you didn’t need much persuading,” she said.
“Seven days of pleading the way I remember it," I reminded her “And then you said I had agreed even before I did finally agree.”
“You could have said no,” she challenged.
“So could you.” I challenged.
“I’m going to tell Mummy you raped me,” she suddenly announced.
“I was wondered when you would think of that,” I agreed.
“What do you mean?” she asked nervously.
“Describing what happened to you in such graphic detail,” I added.
“So?” she asked.
“You’ve given me a huge boner, so yes, but it won’t be rape will it?” I queried.
“I didn’t mean it,” she said.
“Knickers down,” I said.
“I lost them, do you really want to do me?” she asked.
“I have a huge boner, feel it,” I replied.
I felt her fingers on the front of my trousers, “Oh lord you are, er excited I mean,” She said.
“So fish him out,” I suggested
She undid my fly, “You sure you want to?” I queried.
“Do you really want to?” Jeannie asked.
“For ages,” I admitted.
“Oh christ,” she said quietly, “Zip yourself up, we can’t do this.”
“Why not?” I said.
“Because you want to, shit, oh shit what do I tell Mummy!” she demanded.
“The truth?” I suggested.
“That’s the last thing she’ll believe,” she sighed.
“Right,” I suggested, “You went to the party, I wandered off and you came home alone and someone raped you on the train.”
“And you?” she said.
“I’ll get off and wait until the Worcester comes and tell people I came down on that,” I offered,
“You’ll do that for me?” she said in surprise.
“Yes, of course, I’ll do anything within reason,” I agreed
“Then do me, put it in me, tell me you love me, lie if you have to,” she said.
We had already passed Didcot so we had to work out fairly quickly how to actually stick my thingy in her in a train compartment, which is not easy but we managed, and it was really really good, but uncomfortable, from behind seemed to work best but I wanted to kiss her and then it was all over and my cock was shrinking and spunk was running down her leg.
“The others used a rubber,” she said sadly.
“I’ll remember next time,” I said.
“No you won’t we’ll do it in the bus shelter at the top of our road on the way home,” she said firmly.
“What?” I challenged.
“I’ll say you got carried away and did me on the train home,” She explained, “Then if I have a baby you can marry me and if not I have a good excuse for not being a virgin anymore.”
“Did you plan this?” I asked.
“No!” she protested.
“Did they really do you in the club?” I asked.
“They used rubbers so it does not count!” she insisted.
“Do you promise you will never go to another party like that ever again?” I asked.
“Lord no it was much too fun!” she said, “And now it doesn’t matter if I get preggers does it, not now you’ve fucked me!”
“Oh great,” I agreed, “Jeannie, did you mean it when you said we could do it again in the bus shelter on the way home?”
“If you’re sweet to me,” she said.
I put my arm around her and reached down between her legs, lifted her skirt and eased my thumb into her quim.
“John!” she gasped, “That’s naughty!”
“Mmmmm it feels nice to me,” I said, “I don’t want you to wear pants any more.”
“Don’t be silly, you can push them aside, like Andrew did, if you want me,” she suggested.
“I thought you said it was Clive?” I challenged.
“It might have been,” she admitted, “Anyway the train’s stopping?”
We got off, went through the ticket barrier like always and walked down our road. A courting couple had taken up residence in the bus shelter so I walked Jeannie home.
I kissed her in the porch at her house, fingered her and as she responded slipped down my zipper and shoved my dick deep in her pussy, just as her mother opened the door to see what the noise was.
“Jeannie!” her mother gasped.
“Good evening Mrs Brennington,” I said breezily as I fucked Jeannie as she leaned against the side of the porch.”
“Alan, John and Jeannie are having sex in our porch,” the mother stammered in shock.
“Have them come in,” he said, “Did you say sex, are they engaged?”
“Yes Mr Brennington, Jeannie agreed to marry me so it didn’t make sense to wait any longer before I gave her one.”
“Should have asked my permission first,” he said.
“I will next time,” I agreed.
“Before getting engaged,” he explained.
“Oh John you are an idiot,” Jeannie chided just as I shot my load in her.”