I picked up the next letter, dated May3, 1942.
Dear Jack,
I knew you had it in you! She sounds like a lovely girl! I wouldn’t mind meeting her. What you wrote was very sexy! It got me so worked up that when Jane came over after our shift, I practically ripped her clothes off! Normally, she comes over for a cup of coffee and we talk, but today, I met her at the door with a wet sloppy kiss, my hands all over her blouse, squeezing and kneading her luscious breasts. I was in such a state that I popped two of her buttons trying to get her blouse off. I lifted her bra straps from her shoulders and peeled the cups from her bouncing breasts, kissing her neck, collarbone and cleavage before attaching myself to her stiffening nipples.
“Whoa girl!” she said, “I haven’t seen you in 45 minutes and this is the welcome I get?” Maybe I should stay away for an hour or two!” She laughed at her own joke, cradling my head in her hands as I sucked on her nipple like a starving child. We made it to the couch where we sat and kissed, undressing each other, fondling breasts, tweaking nipples, generally getting each other aroused to the point of needing release.
Jane had been caressing the front panel of my panties, which by now were sopping wet. She knelt in front of me, peeling the lust dampened garment from my hips, spreading my legs, and staring at my exposed pussy. “I think we’ll take care of you first!” she said, her voice dripping with lust. She combed her fingers through the moist curls of my bush, exposing my swollen pink lips. Gently, her lips brushed against me, sending a shiver up my spine. Her warm breath felt so good. I wanted her so badly! I wanted her tongue in my pussy, tasting me, thrilling me! I let out a long, low moan as I felt the tip of her tongue part my cunt lips. “Mmmm! You taste especially good today, Dot.” she said between licks up and down, and in and out of me. I opened my legs wider, so she could delve deeper into moist and needy pussy, my hands gravitating to her head, holding her close. The smell of my excitement began to fill the room. Relentlessly she drove onward, making me wetter and wetter, until I felt as if I peed on her face. I was so embarrassed! But Jane, in her soothing way assured me that I had not, and kissed me deeply to prove it. “Does that smell or taste like pee?” she asked between tongue thrusts into my mouth.
Jane is such a good lover, Jack. And a good teacher, too! The feel of her tongue on my ’clitty’ as she calls it, is like heaven! You never tasted me, Jack! Other than ignorance, is there a reason? I know you’ve tasted ‘Winnie’. How delicious is she? And, when you get home you MUST tell me how different she tastes from me! But, I digress.
I returned the favor of eating Jane just before mother arrived with little Tommy, who greeted ’Aunty Jane with a hug and a kiss before going to play in his room. I don’t believe she suspects anything. I’m sure she would never understand!
May 4 th , 1942
Jane came over again after work today and we settled into our routine of fingers and lips, caresses and pinches, breast kissing and nipple rubbing. I’ve gotten so I need her touch on a daily basis. I did confess to her today, that as wonderful a lover as she is, that I miss the feel of a cock in my cunt. I was so afraid, she’d be angry! But to my surprise, she smiled as she said, “I was wondering how long it would take!”
She arose from the divan, rummaged through the dining room hutch, and went to the kitchen. Emerging a couple of minutes later with a red candle that she had carved into the shape of a long, hard penis! It’s longer than I remember you being, but thinner. I couldn’t wait! We retired to the bedroom where Jane spread me wide open and teased me unmercifully with the tip. Brushing the head just barely against my pussy, sending little thrills through me. Tickling my with the wick that stuck out from its head like a thread of cum. I begged her to “fuck me with that wicked little thing!” She laughed just before plunging it deep into my wetness. God! I thought I’d gone to heaven, Jack! I nearly exploded right there on the spot. Then Jane sucked my clitty while sliding “Little Jack” in and out. Oh, Jack! I came so hard! The sheets were soaked! And Jane just laughed as she licked up all my honey from my thighs and pussy. She said I was her wanton slut!
Then she told me a secret! She had one too! Hers, she said was made of ivory and she had bought it from a seedy little store in the city. We are going to go on Saturday to see what we can find for me!
You must tell me more of your adventures with your English lass! And remember, I want all the lurid details!
Love,
Your ‘wanton slut’ Dot
Every letter brought a new revelation about my parents! Mother’s lifelong ‘friend’, the woman all us kids knew as ’Aunty Jane’ was also her lover! I wondered if Dad ever enjoyed her as well. The had vacationed together many, many times. And Jane, who never married, even moved in with mom, after dad died! No wonder she blew off all our suggestions that she find a new man! I went back to the box for the next letter, dated June 15 th , 1942.
Dearest Dot,
Winnie has introduced me to something new! She called it ‘soixant-neuf’. That’s French for sixty-nine. She had me lie on her bed on my back. Then instead of lying face to face, she turned around and lowered her cunny to my face, asking me to lick her, which I gladly did. “Let’s see who cums first!“ she said. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth on my cock. I licked up and down her slit, sliding my fingers inside her, making her moan. Meanwhile, she is sliding her lips and tongue up and down the length of my cock, ’fucking her face’ she called it. She tasted so good! I can’t wait to try it out on you, Dot!.
We did this for several minutes, me fingering her cunt, while sucking on her clit, drinking the warm tangy juices that wept from within. Her bobbing up and down on my cock, fingering my balls, humming and moaning as she did so. I started to feel like I was going to cum and tried to pull her off! She wanted nothing to do with that and clamped her lips over the crown of my cock until it erupted in her mouth! Ropes of warm sperm jetted from my cock, coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth. Then she mumbled through a mouthful of cum to suck her clit, as she was “almost there!”
Wrapping my lips around the fleshy hood, I feathered her clit with tip of my tongue until her body shuddered, soaking my face with her musky juices. And if that wasn’t enough, she switched around and kissed me deeply, sharing me with her and vice versa. I must admit, I was put off by my own taste at first, but I think I will get used to it.
June 20 th , 1942
Winnie has just informed me that she is pregnant! I guess its no surprise. We fuck almost daily, and multiple times on weekends. It was bound to happen sooner or later. She never wanted me to wear a rubber. What am I to do? She can’t marry me! She doesn’t even want to! But she says, she can’t live without my cock. After she told me today, she led me into the bedroom, but I was so distracted, I couldn’t perform! “That’s OK” she said. “ I think I can persuade him! Just watch!” and she knelt down in front of me and sucked on my cock until it hardened up. She kept sucking, running her hand up and down the shaft, all wet with her spit. Her other hand fondled my balls. I began to feel that familiar ache. My cock telling my head who’s in charge. “Winnie! I think I’m going to cum!” I grunted.
A smile spread across her cock filled face as I spewed my sperm into her mouth. Still smiling, she let it drip out from the corners of her smile, down her chin, and onto her soft, round breasts. “Why don’t you use your fingers on me while you clean up my breasts?” she said, lying next to me. We kissed, then I licked up the congealing cream as my fingers brought her to an orgasm of her own.
June 23 rd , 1942
We just got orders that we are moving closer to the coast, for invasion training. I can’t tell you where. It’s a big secret!
I was afraid to tell Winnie, what with her expecting, and all but she took it very well. It seemed as if she were glad! We made love for one final time. I was very gentle. Very loving, made sure she came four times to my once. She promised to name the baby Jack. I almost cried! “But what if it’s a girl?” I asked.
“I know its going to be a boy!” she replied, “Now go out there and win the war!”
Dot, can you forgive me again? I’ve made such a mess. All because I was thinking with the wrong head!
Your loving husband,
Jack
Holy shit! I thought to myself. I have a brother over in England? I told my wife about all these revelations and she chuckled. “So your father was a real stud?” she said. “Well, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree!” she added, fondling the bulge in my pants, and giving me a ‘come hither’ look as she wandered toward the bedroom. Apparently, she had gotten as turned on by this stuff as much as I had, and left a trail of clothes leading to the master bedroom. I followed suit, finding her spread out on the duvet, with two fingers churning up the juices from her hairless cunt.
“C’mon Jack! Winnie’s horny and wants to fuck!” she purred, faking an English accent, referring to my dad and his English lover.
What with funeral arrangements and other distractions, we hadn’t had much time for the two of us, and in my current state of arousal, it didn’t take much to interest me in doing the horizontal mambo. I stepped between her outstretched legs, aiming the glistening helmet of my manhood toward her equally moist slit. Slowly easing myself in, watching my cock stretch open her welcoming cunt. “Oh, God Tom! That feels so fucking good!” she moaned as I stuffed my cock deeper and deeper. “It’s been too long!” she added, raising her hips to meet my thrusts.
It didn’t take very long for both of us to peak, with me cumming first, grunting like a wild boar as my seed filled her, spilling out onto the bed cover.
