A Northern Tale

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect.

It was late in the evening but the daylight hung stubbornly on, refusing to allow the anonymity of night any succour. She sat at an old dark table nursing a single malt, ruing the events of the day that had left her alone on the northern edge of the country in an isolated inn run by red headed harridan.

"Hi Janine." A soft voice snapped her from her introspection.

She looked up, her eyes slowly focusing on a grey-haired man stood at the side of her table, his slight paunch covered by an old cable sweater, stained and holed from years of wear.

"Hi Bill. What are you doing here?"

"Mary is at the plant. London called her, they need something and so she will be pulling long days for a while. I looked at what was on TV and thought 'fuck it' and came into town. I sometimes hate life. Mind if I sit?"

She nodded her assent towards the chair opposite and took another sip of drink. She watched as he placed his glass on the table and eased into the chair, his hands supporting his weight on the table causing it to rock slightly and rub her elbows.

"And you," he asked as he picked his drink up, "what are you doing here?"

"Angus has an issue with some Norwegian boats, and it is all hands-on deck. We were supposed to be having a meal out tonight, but he was called away to deal with some drug crisis related to the boats. I couldn't be bothered to get a cab home. Not yet. I don't expect I'll see Angus before tomorrow afternoon."

Bill caressed the glass in his hand and looked across at Janine, "Another?" He asked.

"Caol Ila," she said as she nodded.

Bill slowly rose and headed to the bar as Janine sat nursing the remnants in her glass, sipping the drops, savouring the dark peaty single malt whisky as it warmed and cosseted her in her fugue.

"Here woman," Bill said putting a glass in front of her before sitting back down, "let's drink to partners that have more important things to do."

"Let's not, let's just drink," Janine said, her depression not lightened by his attempt at humour.

"Aye lassie, let's do that." He drank deeply from the glass in his hand, using his elbow he pushed the now empty earlier glass to the side and as he cradled the drink in his hands, warming the whisky, he looked across and spoke.

"What is the problem with the Norwegians then, that keeps a man from a meal with his woman?"

"Oh, fuck knows Bill. He doesn't talk to me about work really. From what I gathered, since the boats arrived, there has been a huge increase in drug crimes. There is now some new artificial drug on the streets that, according to Angus gives you a long rolling orgasmic high and then leaves you wiped out for a couple of days. The only way to get going again, is to take more. It is apparently exceedingly addictive."

"Christ alive Janine, well, if it gives you a day long orgasm, I'm probably up for it myself."

"Don't be silly Bill, you know drugs are not the answer. Anyway, he has half the town either making 'O' faces or just slumped in doorways. He can't find the suppliers but is convinced it is coming from the boats. So, that's him away till God only knows when. You would think he could leave them to it, and get them to report progress, being Chief Inspector and all, but no, he has to lead from the front."

Janine swirled the last of the drink around her glass before downing it. She stood and headed to the bar. Bill looked around the bar, a few youngsters at the far end were drinking heavies, laughing and pushing each other, oblivious to all. Another table had a group of women huddled around glasses of wine, sniggering and conspiratorial.

"Right." Janine said as she came back. "I have a bottle. I'm in three. Be discrete." He saw that she had a whisky bottle in her hand and watched as she turned and headed towards the back stairs that lead to the small number of bedrooms. He arose and headed the other way to the toilets and the car park, nodding to people as he left.

He got his coat from the car, pulling it over his sweater, the collar he left up, locked the car, and entered through the car park door that led directly to the rooms. Bill tapped gently on three and realised the door was not latched. He pushed the door open and entered the room, pulling it to behind him, almost startling as the door loudly clicked to.

There were no lights on in the room, and with the curtains pulled across the window blocking the late evening daylight, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. Janine was sat up in the bed, the counterpane crumpled below her bare breasts, a glass of whisky in her hand. She was pointing at the nightstand. He looked where she indicated and saw a tumbler ready, half full of whisky.

"Join me," she said, "I'm in no mood to drink alone"

"No, me neither," he said taking his clothes off slowly, putting them over the back of the empty chair, his hardening dick and balls swinging easily between his legs as he walked to the bed and climbed in beside her.

"L'chaim," he said clinking her glass then taking a drink. 'much more of this and I'll be no use to a woman,' he thought as the whisky passed his tongue and headed to join the other whisky in his gut.

Janine put her glass next to the bottle on the nightstand and turned to face Bill. 'Any port in a storm,' she thought, 'my husband is off chasing drugs that give orgasmic highs and all I want is a fucking orgasm.'

"Well Bill," she said, "here we are again."

"Aye lassie, and it is no bad thing in my mind."

"Mebbe, mebbe not, but you know what I need."

Bill put his glass down on the nightstand at his side of the bed and turned to Janine, his hand cupping her left breast, caressing the nipple that pointed more down than forwards, neither were in the flush of youth, neither were in the decrepit age, there was pleasure to give, and pleasure to receive.

He leant forward, his mouth surrounding her nipple, gently sucking, teeth lightly nibbling as his hand moved down from her breast. He found the hair of her crotch, her mons lightly covered in a down, his finger snagging through it finding her crease.

As his finger passed her clitoris she gasped, a gulp of a breath, he did not pause, his finger pressed past her fat outer lips into the wetness of her valley, sliding passed her inner labia until he found her entrance. Two fingers rubbed rings around her entrance, Janine gasping as he touched her, and then her back spasmed as two fingers pushed past her entrance, through her opening and deep inside her fanny.

He moved on the bed, his head now at her crotch. His fingers inside her, opening and closing as his tongue sought her clitoris, dabbing at it and then licking it as Janine gasped her pleasures further up the bed. Bill parted his fingers, stretching her fanny walls, Janine squirming as the pleasures ran through her body.

Bill sucked her clitoris and nipped it with his teeth, his fingers moving in and out of her, faster, deeper, Janine feeling every movement, her pressures building, her gasps getting louder as Bill fingered her closer and closer to the orgasm she desperately needed, the orgasm she had hoped that her husband Angus would provide.

Janine screamed, her body arching off the bed, her muscles spasming, her fanny squeezing bills fingers as if in a vice. She lay, her breast heaving, her fanny opening and closing, her releases dripping out of her, soaking the sheet beneath them.

"Fuck," she gasped, "lay on your back."

Bill pulled away from her crotch and lay on his back, his dick hard and pointing at the ceiling. Janine got to her knees and straddled him, her arse towards his face, her face towards his feet. She reached beneath her and grasped his dick and lined it up with her entrance, pushing down hard, pulling his dick inside her fanny.

She rocked forwards, his dick moving within her, almost falling out, and then she quickly rocked back, her whole weight on him, his dick once more buried deep inside her. Bill looked down over his belly and watched as her arse moved up and down, his dick sliding in and out of her fanny, the pleasures now within his body, his breath now in gasps.

Her buttocks almost hid his dick, they were not the buttocks she had when they first fucked all those years ago, they had swelled, but her fanny was tight, squeezing his dick, pulsing, rubbing his glans as his foreskin uncovered it. She began to move more quickly, pressing down harder on his dick, his dick feeling the depth of her fanny, his balls twitching, he knew he was close.

He began panting in time with the shag, his fingers curled and tightened, his pressures at their peak and his balls twinged and deep inside his crotch at the root of his dick a small pain erupted. He gasped, he grunted and he gasped as his dick erupted inside Janine's fanny, flooding her with his spunk.

Janine rocked forwards, Bill's dick slipping from within her, a stream of his spunk fell from her and covered his belly and thighs.

"Pass the scotch," she said, turning to get her glass, "I need a top up."

It was just after two in the afternoon before Angus got home. The night and the morning had taken its toll and he was exhausted. "Hi Love" he called through to Janine in the Kitchen as he headed up to take a shower and freshen up.

Janine stood at the sink as she prepared the potatoes, peeling and chopping them ready for the evening meal. Her head was still a little fuggy from the whisky of the night before and her drink of choice now was iced tap water. Her fanny still hummed from the many orgasms that she had enjoyed with Bill in the night.

Having got home just after nine this morning, her first task was to get into the bath and clean herself as best she could. Using the turkey baster she squirted as much bath water inside her fanny as she could in an effort to swill out Bill's residue. She wished that they had a shower, but that was an expense Angus said that they couldn't justify. She hadn't slept much in the night, the taste of Bills dick covered in his spunk and her juices seemed to linger on her, no matter that she had mouth washed, it still seemed there.

They had shagged another three times in the night until Bill declared he could not get hard anymore and had resorted to fingers and tongue instead, she had reciprocated with his dick. She had sat in the taxi with her fanny filled and pleasantly sore, rueing that it was an old friend and not her husband that had left her sore and happy.

Angus came down and embraced her, kissing the back of her head and then turning her in his arms, his hard dick pressing against her mons as he kissed her. His left hand caressed her right breast, his right hand pulled up her skirt and eased under her gusset and pressed at her entrance.

"I missed you last night," he said, "I was looking forward to enjoying time with you."

"Aye Angus, me too, but you were nae there, I consoled myself with a bottle of Caol Ila and stayed at the inn, I got a taxi home this morning, having not spent the evening with my man as I had hoped."

She gasped and her knees sagged as his finger pushed passed her knickers and pressed inside, wiggling back and forth, her fanny was still tender from the night, but she could not let him suspect that. She reached between them and squeezed his hard dick through his trousers and began a slow wank.

"Put the peeler down woman," he said, "let's get upstairs before my phone goes again."

"You could turn it off," she said moving her hand faster and faster, his dick rubbing painfully against the metal of his zip.

He stepped back, "upstairs with you woman," he said pulling her hand off his dick. She turned and left the kitchen and headed up to their room and pulled back the eiderdown, that didn't need dirtying, it was a bugger to wash. She put her hands behind her and undid her dress, lowering the zip, and then her bra.

As her dress fell down and off her arms, her bra fell forwards. She grabbed it and flicked it off, picking up her dress and putting them on her chair before pulling her knickers down and adding them to the pile. Angus had his trousers and underpants off, but had left his shirt on, its tails half covering his dick.

He gently pushed Janine to the bed, her legs hitting the metal side rails and she fell back onto her back. Angus pushed her legs onto the bed and then climbed up and knelt between her legs, leaning forwards, he held his dick and pushed it swiftly into her fanny in one movement, Janine gasped. It was going to be simple shagging then, no foreplay today.

Angus was looking at the incident board at the station. The number of reported 'zombies,' those that were laying on streets or in doorways under the influence of the new orgasmic drug, had increased within a day of the Norwegian ships docking.

They had monitored the docks, had watched every one come and go, there was just nothing that they could say linked the ships to the drugs, it was simply a timing thing. Every time the ships came in, the drug incidents went up, tailing off after the ships left.

They had liaised with the Norwegian authorities, nothing, nothing even slightly suspicious, it was just a timing thing. They couldn't find any dealers, all the voices on the street were silent, all the mules were silent. The local dealers claimed that they knew nothing about it, some frankly admitted that they wished they did, their own trade was being hit hard.

Angus knew that once the local dealers found out who was distributing the new drug, then a war would break out. There would be deaths, there would be serious injuries inflicted, and he needed to prevent that. He had to formulate another plan, and his mind was musing.

Taking a new approach, he got his team to go and interview all the users, see if he could track all their movements prior to the drug kicking in. That way, he thought, they might see if there was a common link, a place, an area, a pub even, that they could then put under surveillance to see the drug being sold after the distribution, and work backwards to the boats that way.

Mary came home, tired and feeling grubby. Bill was laying on the sofa watching TV. He got up as she came in. "Cup of tea love?" He asked as she dropped her keys and handbag on the hallstand.

"Please love," she replied, "I'll just go and dive in the shower, you know how I hate being on site."

Mary worked at the old power plant, now decommissioning, and occasionally anomalies were detected, and as a Health Physicist, it was Mary's job to go and investigate. She was never allowed to explain to Bill what was involved, Official Secrets, and that did sometimes cause friction.

She knew that he had wanted to go with her the other night, it had been an unspoken agreement that it was their 'day of the week,' the day that they would turn in early and have sex. However, just after she had showered ready, the call had come in, and she had to drop everything and go to the plant.

Now she was home, she expected that he would hope for a delayed session with her as opposed to a cancelled session. She would find out after her shower, she would not allow him near her unless she was showered. She secretly hoped that he would wait at least until tomorrow, but doubted that he would, especially now that they were down to just the once per week, they were neither as young as they used to be.

She patted herself dry with the towel and put her robe on and went downstairs to the lounge. Her cup of tea was waiting for her on the side table. She sat next to Bill and picked her tea up, blowing across the surface as it was still quite hot. "Thank you," she said, "I needed this."

"You're welcome Mary," he said looking at her and then down, past her cleavage, to the gap in her robe, her thighs visible almost all the way up. She knew if she just moved her legs a little, then she would be more visible to him, that we would see that she wore no underwear, and he would take that as an invitation. She didn't move, she wanted to drink her tea first.

"What did you do whilst I was not here?" She asked him, already guessing he would have gone to the pub and drowned his sorrows.

"I went to the pub and had a few," he said, "the place was pretty much dead. In the end I came back and finished that bottle of old whisky in the cupboard, I think I fell asleep on the sofa, and then when I woke, I went and showered and lay on the bed. And now, here I am, clean and sober for you Mary, clean and sober."

She finished her tea, and turning to put the cup down on the side stand caused her robe to part more, her sex now visible to her husband. She turned back and found his mouth on hers, his tongue pressing at her purse, his hand resting near the top of her left thigh. She shivered in anticipation as a finger brushed her crease, sliding partially between her lips.

She was surprised at how aroused she was, his fingers slid easily, she was wet, she had missed their triste as he had, often resorting to her vibrator when he was away, her needs seemingly more needy than his. It wasn't by her actions that they were only once per week, it seemed to be only by his flagging health.

He didn't know that she had a vibrator, she kept it under the mattress on her side of the bed, Bill never helped her change the sheets, he would never find it, he didn't need to know that she vibed herself to orgasm nearly every time she was home and he was out. She would slide the vibe along her crease, as his finger was doing, and then rest it on her clitoris, the vibrations sending her into an orgasmic frenzy.

Bill pushed his finger past her entrance and into the heat of her fanny, moving it up and down and also in a circular motion, Mary gasping as her insides moved around him. "Upstairs," she whispered, Bill moving away, her fanny feeling suddenly empty as his finger slipped away. He stood, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.

Mary went first, Bill dropping the catch on the front door, she never knew why he did that, locked the door when they went for sex, but he did, she found it strange that he might think someone would just walk in on them. Her robe was short and she knew that he would be able to see between her legs as she climbed the stairs, the voyeuristic element excited her, she knew that her fanny was getting wetter as she climbed the stairs.

In their bedroom she rolled back the quilt and took off her robe, walking past Bill to hang it on the back of the door. She turned to face him, his shirt was already off, and his trousers and underpants were going down in one motion, his dick hard and jutting forward, ready for their interaction.

She watched as he climbed on to the bed and lay down, and she climbed up next to him and bent forward, her mouth sucking his dick inside, her hand pulling his foreskin down. Bill grunted with pleasure, a blow job was his favourite sexual activity, although he would never turn down the opportunity for a proper shag, the blow job was just more sensual, and less energetic.

Mary held his foreskin tightly, pushing it down as far as it would go, her tongue working on his glans, her nose working overtime, sniffing, but she could detect no wrong scents, no perfume or female smells, he had either washed especially well, or he had simply done what he had said.

She began bobbing her head up and down his dick, mouth shagging him, a finger on her spare hand gently rubbing circles on her clitoris, her pleasures flowing as she could tell his were from his gulps and gasps. She let his foreskin go, feeling it roll back over his glans, and then she squeezed her lips tightly over it, moving his foreskin on his dick as she bobbed up and down.