Love and Lust in a Northern Town

All characters engaged in sexual activity are aged 18 or older

I write in English and not the Americanized version and hope things make sense to everyone

The Second World War had not long ended and rationing was still in force on various things. My family had all survived, at least physically. My dad had been in the Navy despite having lost an eye in the pit before I was born. He often told the story that there had only ever been two men enlisted in the Royal Navy who only had one eye. Him and Lord Nelson. He always put "Him" first. In truth there were others called up in a similar capacity such was the country's needs in wartime and also there was the small fact that Nelson had both eyes at the time of joining the Navy. Losing his eye had come later but why let facts get in the way of a good story and one that actually was repeated right up until his funeral service.

My mother's brother, Uncle Gordon, had also served in the Navy and spent time on various vessels out in the Far East keeping an eye on Japanese manoeuvres out there. He had not really seen too much action but his time out there had left him with flashbacks that would now probably be referred to as PTSD and as time went on he spent periods in a psychiatric hospital prior to his death at a fairly young age.

The area I grew up in had been quite badly bombed at various stages as it was a coal mining community and the enemy had attempted to reduce many of the coal mines to rubble to restrict the ability to produce iron and steel for the war effort. There was still evidence in the form of derelict buildings that had never been re-built for whatever reason and still air raid shelters that were no longer in use but had become a perfect playground for younger children and the ideal places after dark for a young teenage boy to take his first lessons in sex with local girls who were also keen to explore the sexuality starting to blossom in their knickers.

It felt like teenagers were anxious to make up for lost time and my first tentative fumblings with the underwear of girls took place in the hidden depths of a shelter in the next street to the one I lived in.

I had left school at 16 and taken up a job in the offices at the local pit. Both my father and grandfather had worked down that hole but from personal experience they knew "the price of coal was too dear" as the famous quotation went. They both determined that if I was to work for the newly created National Coal Board it would be behind a desk and not underground.

Mining communities are a bit of a law unto themselves. Probably a bit like the armed forces. When you go to work each day knowing your life and safety depend on the other men around you and in turn their's depends on you a bond develops. A kind of band of brothers type thing.

Almost everyone I knew owed something to someone else. Not in monetary terms but in gratitude for past behaviour. Loyalty was a massive thing. When you owed someone you owed them forever. At the time I took it for granted but looking back I count myself so lucky to have grown up in that environment.

The community produced hard men. But hard men with respect for their women and families. I never heard my dad or my granddad swear in front of a woman or child.

My grandfather was badly injured in a roof fall about the time I was born. He would have died under the rubble but five or six guys that he was working with dug him out with their bare hands and got him to the surface for hospitalisation. They all ended up bleeding and in pain but that didn't matter as long as they got him out alive. He was off work for a long time and the mine owners eventually found him work in the wage office as his disability restricted him from working underground again.

One of those guys was a Harry Jordan. He lived a few streets away with his wife and as the miners' code dictated my family took them under their wing as a way of thanking Harry.

As I grew up Harry and his wife, Sally, had a young son. Practice in the local area dictated that he was also named Harry after his dad but everyone called him Junior.

Harry senior was only in his thirties and joined the army during the war. One of the bravest of the brave he landed on the Normandy beaches on D Day 1944 only to be cut down by a German sniper before he made it off the beach.

That left Sally as a single mother bringing up Junior on a war widow's pension along with money from the bits of cleaning work she undertook to try to make ends meet. Again the miners' code swung into action and no-one allowed Junior to go short of anything wherever possible. My family more than others made sure we looked after the two of them. Any jobs that needed doing around the house were seen to by a mixture of myself, my dad and my granddad. Both my mother and grandmother were prodigious bakers and whenever pies or cakes were baked there was always an extra one that found its way to Sally and Junior. They almost became part of our family and I am sure that my granddad often helped out with money as he felt the most indebted of all. He owed his life to Harry senior and the other lads and he never forgot that until the day he died.

By now I had passed my eighteenth birthday, not that that was too significant as the coming of age in England was still twenty one. At least I could now officially go to the pub without word getting back to my dad. In all honesty I had been visiting one or two of the more out of the way pubs on the outskirts of town but now I didn't have to be so secretive about it.

Junior was at school and starting to show an aptitude for football. As both my dad and granddad had their own mining disabilities, I was volunteered to take him out onto the local fields for a kickabout. We had got to the point where several evenings each week Junior would call round asking me to spend some time helping him to hone his football skills. It brought me more and more in contact with Sally as I often dropped him round at her house after our football exertions.

Sally was in her late thirties, so about twenty years older than me. At that stage that meant she was far too old for my wandering eye and wandering hands although from time to time she did manage to find her way into my thoughts when I masturbated and imagined what it would be like to finally lose my virginity.

She was not unattractive in a plain kind of way. Long dark hair that had started to show hints of grey after the events of the last few years and a very engaging smile when she found an excuse to show a little happiness. Her clothes were fairly simple and functional. Nothing special at all and always loose enough that there was no indication of the body that lay beneath them. For a long while her eyes had seemed dead but there were signs that she was at last coming to terms with her husband's death.

Sally had taken note of the fact that I was now old enough to drink and from time to time invited me in and suggested we share a drink as a thank you for me starting to become a surrogate father to Junior. It was the days when the local pubs had off licence sections. You took a jug or other container and they filled it from their pumps and you carried it home to drink.

I started to look forward to spending an hour sharing a drink with Sally and it was clear she also enjoyed the company. She had moved to the area when she married Harry and had no nearby relations that I ever saw.

As I got to know Sally better her trips into my masturbatory library became more common and I sensed a friendship growing despite the age difference between us. My family even welcomed my spending time round there as they knew I was keeping an eye on her and helping to bring her out of herself a little.

During one of our chats Sally disclosed the fact that she had a birthday on the horizon - a notable one. She was about to turn Forty but didn't want any fuss if possible. That night when I got home, I told my mum and dad and they were adamant that they were going to give Sally a bit of a party - nothing too over the top. Just our family and her and Junior.

Mum went round to see Sally a couple of days later and it was all agreed. A fairly simple spread and a few jugs of beer from the pub. I could tell that Sally was a little apprehensive but realised that it was another way of our family repaying their debt for her husband's past heroics.

As the appointed day grew closer I could tell Sally was getting more and more concerned but I promised her I would look after her and everything would be ok. There was a look in her eyes that seemed to say that it was nice to feel that someone was looking out for her after the years of fighting her own battles.

The day came around and I helped carry all the pies and cakes that my mother and grandmother had especially prepared and Sally's eyes lit up to see the trouble people had gone to just for her benefit. Dad and I went off to the pub to fill up every jug we could find with beer to get things going and by late afternoon the little house was full of laughter in a way that it hadn't been for some time.

Sally had made an effort too, wearing a simple red dress and she had clearly done her hair and added a little make up. Together with her beaming smile she looked more pretty than I had ever remembered her before.

An old gramophone had been wheeled out and soon there was some dancing and singing along to popular songs. I had never acquired the skills of dancing and left it to others. Sally kept asking me to dance with her but I fobbed her off with the excuse "Later."

By early evening people were starting to disperse. My sister was only ten years old and mum and dad decided it was bedtime for her. Junior had already been taken up to bed after all the excitement of the day. Before we knew it Sally and I were the only ones left and I helped her tidy up a little before we settled down to take our time with the remains of the beer. We sat with very little conversation until Sally piped up.

"Right David Hunt. You have been promising me a dance all day. I won't be put off any longer." It felt strange to hear her call me David as I was always Dave any other time. It felt a bit like an order from a school mistress and I decided I had better do as I was told.

She went over to the gramophone and set it in motion. I had run out of excuses and after apologising for my lack of ability I took Sally in my arms for the very first time.

The song was quite a slow, sentimental one and I would hesitate to call it dancing but gradually we got closer as we swayed from side to side. The closeness of her body and my raging hormones soon had my dick growing at quite an alarming rate and I was sure Sally would be able to feel it pushing against her body. Surprisingly she pulled me even closer and I was sure I heard a gentle sigh as we melded even closer together.

The music ended and Sally looked up into my eyes. We seemed to hold eye contact for so long before I sensed her hand pull my head down to hers and we kissed for the first time. Soft and gentle at first but getting more and more passionate as our tongues started to dance in the same way our bodies had been dancing not long ago.

Sally took my hand and led me to the two seater couch where we sat together and the kissing resumed. So sensual and so erotic. I had kissed several girls before but nothing had been so passionate. My experience was being stretched to its limit and so I went into automatic mode imagining I was down in the air raid shelter with one of the local girls.

My right hand strayed to Sally's left breast. The few girls I had been lucky enough to get this far with were pretty underdeveloped in the breast area but Sally was a totally different thing altogether. I had always been told that anything more than a handful was a waste but there certainly seemed more than a handful hidden in Sally's bra.

Again the inexperience of youth kicked in and my hand moved lower and found its way under the hem of Sally's dress. I was back in the rear rows of the local picture house exploring in the dark. I slowly slid my hand higher until I reached her stocking tops and a little while later felt my fingers stroking the crotch of Sally' knickers.

She showed no sign of repelling my onslaught and as I started to gently rub her fanny though the fabric of the knickers I heard the first sounds of a moan. Her legs were open and as I pressed the fabric I felt it start to disappear into her fanny.

Just as I thought things were going well Sally closed her legs and moved away from me. She stood up and I imagined that her conscience had got the better of her, but as I wondered what to do next she spoke.

"Let me go and make sure Junior is settled down for the night. Then I'll be back and we can get more comfortable."

I relaxed and wondered what the next couple of hours had in store for me as Sally disappeared up the stairs between the front and back rooms of the house. I heard her moving around above me and then after about ten minutes I heard her coming back down the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible.

As she came into the room she turned off the light. It was before the times of lamps and mood lighting and in common with most houses in our area each room had one "big" light in each room. The only light now available was from the open fire.

My eyes took a minute to adjust to the light and as it did so Sally walked back to the couch and joined me there. Her dress had been left upstairs and she wore a simple housecoat. It was open at the front and as my eyes adjusted I had a full view of her bra, knickers and suspender belt. As was the custom at the time female underwear came in a choice of three colours - white, white and white.

I guess there was nothing remarkable about the sight but to a young man of limited experience it was an immediate excuse to get hard again, especially when Sally sat next to me and started to kiss me again.

The next few minutes were a replay of what had previously happened as I fondled her ample breasts through the bra with one less layer covering them and then my right hand strayed to the crotch of her knickers again. Sally's moans became much more noticeable.

My fingers found their way past the cotton of the knickers and as Sally relaxed and opened her thighs I slid two fingers inside her fanny. She gasped and started to vocalise.

"That feels so good. It's been so long since anything was up there other than my own fingers. Let me get really comfortable for you."

With that she stood for a second and removed the housecoat. The fire was more than heating the room and she discarded the coat and also her bra. For the first time I saw her amazing tits in their full glory. She started to undo the fastenings on her suspenders but clearly seeing the bulge in my trousers she looked at me with a grin.

"Care to help me?" She said seductively. I nodded hoping she would provide me with step by step instructions. The feel of the nylons as I slowly slid them down her legs was something that has stuck with me ever since and become quite a fetish for me especially as I finally moved each one over her feet and passed them to her for safe keeping. Real nylon stockings were still very much a luxury and I imagine were something that Sally went to great lengths to look after.

She skilfully undid the suspended belt leaving her in just the white knickers. As the years have gone by I have seen lots of lingerie in various styles and colours but at that moment as I contemplated finally losing my virginity the knickers Sally wore could not have been a more welcome sight.

"Fancy helping with these too?" Sally teased and together we eased them over her hips until they fell with natural gravity to her ankles. She kicked them off and moved towards me. She took hold of my dick through my trousers and underpants before looking in my eyes with a smile of approval.

I undressed in record time and there we were both naked in her front room in the darkness with the flickering open fire throwing images across both our bodies. With Sally's help I would come to know much more over the coming months and find out so much about the ways of pleasuring a woman but at that minute my thoughts were purely selfish ones. It was totally fixated about getting myself buried in her fanny and starting to feel like a real man. Foreplay was a blessing still to be learned.

Fortunately Sally wanted the same thing as me but for very different reasons. She had almost forgotten the pleasures that a hard dick could provide and was as anxious to be shagged as I was to shag her.

She lay back on the hearth rug with a cushion under her head and beckoned me to join her. Her legs were open and I could see the wetness seeping from her fanny as the firelight lit it up from time to time. It was well before the availability of wide scale porn magazines and for a few seconds I just gazed at the wonder that was Sally's fanny.

Sally saw my awkwardness and decided to lighten the mood.

"It's ok to touch it. It won't bite. As long as you stick that big hard cock in it eventually you are welcome to play with it."

I couldn't resist the offer to stroke it and to run my fingers through the brown pubic hair that lay above and around it. It was long before the time when shaving and trimming would become acceptable alternatives and I was lost in admiration of this place that was my idea of heaven.

I slid two fingers gently inside Sally and she gasped to feel them there. I started to explore and move my fingers in and out in a scissor movement. Sally was so wet and started to vocalise again.

"Oh Dave yes. That feels so much better than my own fingers. Fatter and longer. Don't stop. You can make me cum with your fingers first and then shag me properly afterwards."

I was so naive at that stage I wasn't even aware that women did cum. I thought that was a male domain only. I had certainly never experienced it in any of my fumbling in the pictures or the air raid shelter. I felt even more inadequate and was just lucky that Sally was in a position where almost any dick (or fingers) would suffice.

I lay down next to Sally and continued to finger fuck her and my position made it logical to suck on her nipples at the same time. Between my lips and my fingers I was having the desired effect. Her fanny was wet and getting wetter with each finger thrust and her nipples were harder than I could have imagined possible.

I had never yet made any contact with her clit other than possibly accidentally but by now Sally was lost in the moment. Her moans were getting so loud I worried about Junior being woken up and she was writhing about in a manner I had not expected. Her language was not what I would have expected from a respectable widow as she enjoyed every second.

"Oh Fuck Dave.... Fuck. I am going to cum." and with that she arched her back on the rug and her body stiffened as she reached that point of no return. My fingers were covered in a way I had not expected and Sally screamed as if she was being attacked. She pushed herself towards me and I held her close as if protecting her. Eventually we kissed passionately and her body stopped shaking and we lay together for a couple of minutes before Sally spoke.

"Wow what can I say? I'd forgot how good that could feel with the right person -, with any person to be honest. If you are half as good with that dick of yours as you are with your fingers the rest of the evening is going to be quite something to remember."

I hated the thought that Sally did not know how inexperienced I was. That she was about to take my virginity without even being aware of it. I thought of telling her but this did not seem to be the right time.

We kissed again and Sally looked at me like the cat who had got the cream. She took hold of my dick and very gently started to wank it getting it even harder than it already was.

She bent and whispered in my ear "I think it's time we introduced this to my fanny. It's starting to feel neglected again. Shag me Dave!!!"

She positioned herself and then as I took the correct position ( or so I hoped ) she took my dick and guided it towards her entrance. She was still soaking wet from her previous orgasm and even though she has not had a dick inside her for several years I slid in easily. Sally gasped again and the smile on her face told me I had made the right start.

I started slowly thrusting into her and then almost removing myself from her before sliding back in a little deeper each time. Sally was moving her hips in time with me and as I reached the limit of her fanny she alternated between sighs and moans. I could feel her wetness and smell the mixture of soap and musk that seemed to invade my nostrils as our lovemaking got more frantic. In due course I would get to enjoy the taste as well as the smell but that was getting ahead of myself.

Sally started to talk dirty to me. I felt the need to respond but wanted to concentrate more on making this good for her.

"Oh Dave that feels so fucking good. I've been wanting you to take the initiative for weeks when you brought Junior back from football but imagined you wouldn't fancy an old widow like me."

I confided in Sally that my desires had grown week by week but I thought they were just like a crush on an older woman and that I had no idea she might reciprocate my feelings.

"We can talk later." she said. "Right now start slamming that cock deep in me and give me the shagging I have needed for ages."

That was my signal to speed things up. I started thrusting deep inside her, pounding her like she had asked me to and soon her moans had turned to strange guttural noises that made no sense but at the same time made perfect sense.

We were totally in rhythm and going at things in a totally carnal way. Like two animals who needed release so badly. I felt myself getting to that point of no return, but Sally beat me to it as she started to shake and convulse and pulled my mouth to hers. Not just to kiss me but to prevent the screams she was about to release from escaping into the echoes of the room and risk disturbing her young son. She spasmed and dug her fingernails into the rug as her dam broke again quickly followed by my own.

We held each other as if our lives depended on it. Both covered in sweat from the extent of our exertions plus the proximity of the fire. Sally applied herself to my neck and left me with my first love bite. It felt a bit like a tigress marking her territory and leaving her mark for all to see.

I realised that my virginity was gone forever and just hoped I had done both myself and Sally justice.

Eventually the silence was broken by Sally telling me how wonderful it had been and how she had been hoping for something like this for weeks but had not expected it to happen on a night when lots of other people were present earlier.

She apologised for being in very ordinary underwear and said she would have made more of an effort if she had anticipated this.

I told her that it was not the underwear that mattered but who was wearing it. A bit corny but it brought a smile to her face.

"Next time I will wear something a bit prettier and sexier." she said "that's if you want there to be a next time."

"You don't know how good it feels to hear you say that." I mumbled. "I hoped you would enjoy it enough to want a repeat."

"I'm rather hoping for a repeat before you go home." Sally giggled and started to gently play with my deflated dick.

"It's just a shame you can't stay all night but that might leave some questions when Junior wakes and finds you in my bed."

Suddenly all sorts of possibilities were opening up. Real lovemaking with a real woman had convinced me that fumbling in the air raid shelter was never going to be enough from now on.