Fleur and Duncan

Authors note: In some senses, this is a prequel to Late Starter but is a story in it's own right.

My story starts in 1939. I was born in 1940, so 1939 marked the last time my parents had sex, before my father went to war. He served in Italy and North Africa. Thankfully, he returned safely. Scary for me, as a large muscular man was now living in our house. Somebody I'd never seen. Even Betty my older sister, only vaguely recalled him. A couple of years later, my sister Joyce arrived. There was a big age gap between all of us. I suppose that happened a lot around the war. Not ideal for a child wanting to play. Nor for a young adult wanting someone to talk to, about growing up.

Also, not something I could talk to my mother about. She was born in 1910. The Edwardian era. Growing up in the 1920s and 30s, may seem like a social whirl of parties, drink and sex. It may have been for the rich. My parents were in service, a gardener and a maid. At that time, a wife's duty was to obey her husband. That probably meant laying back and letting him get on with it. Not much enjoyment for her. Betty was religious. No idea where that came from, as neither of my parents were. Joyce was still a child, seven years younger than me.

An uneventful childhood. We lived in a council house, in the home counties of England. The area now swallowed up by the urban sprawl of London. Back then, it was semi rural. A short walk to school. Not much to do other than that.

A little about me. My name is Fleur. I've no idea why I got the flowery name, unlike my sisters. I'm short, taking after my mother. However, I have a better figure than either of my sisters or my mum. At least at the moment. Pretty if I say so myself. My brown hair just short of reaching my shoulders.

When I left school, I got a job, with what was then called the Air Ministry. A lot of young women my age, doing administration. None of us with any experience of men. From time to time, some serving Air Force women would pass through. The banter and language was, to some of us rude, to others absolutely disgusting. Time spent with their male counterparts, probably accounted for some of it. My friend Dotty and myself were fascinated. We learned a lot of new vocabulary. None of which we could use at home. Also, what men wanted to do, what it was acceptable to let them and how to stop them. Not to mention more about sex than you could shake a stick at. Some of which sounded revolting, some even painful. But we had no idea if any of this was true, or they were just winding us up.

It was about this time, that I started experimenting with some of the things I had learned. If men wanted to do them, what would they feel like. I compared notes with Dotty. We rubbed our breasts and nipples. I was pleased with the results. Mine became quite hard and long. Dotty's a bit smaller but both of us liked the feeling. We graduate to stroking our bottoms, alright but nothing special. Touching our vagina's was a game changer. We had always been told that it was dirty. Far from that, it felt nice. Dotty mentioned, that she thought she had found, what the Air Force girls called the bean or button, at the top of her vagina. A few days later she reported an incredible feeling. It took me a little longer but at 19, I had my first orgasm. Late by the standards today but back then, not unusual.

Rock and Roll had been around for a few years. Where we lived, traditional jazz and skiffle were what was available, in the back rooms of pubs and village halls. It was at one of these events, that I met my future husband, Duncan. Tall and slim. Well, tall compared to my tiny 4' 11", at 5' 8. Almost everyone we knew was slim. We grew up with food rationing, it was hard to be anything else. We danced a lot. As I had been taught to expect, he was like any randy young man. He would brush the side of my breasts as we broke our hold. His hand would slide down onto my bottom, feeling the edge of my knickers. Unlike when I had done it myself, having my bottom stroked gave me a thrill.

We went out regularly, not just dancing but to the cinema. Things here, in the dark, moved on a a stage, He would drape his arm around my shoulder, his hand finding its way to my breast. Small in stature, my breasts are a good size, 36c. Actually larger than both of my sisters who are taller and bigger built. He would erect a nipple, which made me breathe heavily and excited him. His other hand would stroke my thigh. That was as far as we went at this stage. He would kiss me goodnight, holding both of my buttocks. I would go to my room and give myself an orgasm.

Dotty was more adventurous than me, or her young man was more pushy. He had got his hand inside her knickers, in the back row of the cinema. A week later, she had rubbed his penis inside his trousers. Her hand had got sticky and he had squirmed in his seat. I took a leaf from her book and did the same, the following week. This was naughty and exciting. We carried on like this, pushing things further, as time went along. I was the first to have an orgasm caused by someone else. A Saturday night watching a really bad sci-fi film. I let out a bit of a shriek. Thankfully, not really noticed by anyone else. Most of the audience were making out, rather than watching the film.

We became aware from what we were touching and what we heard that like our breasts, one man's penis wasn't the same as another. Duncan was about six inches long when he got hard. From what she said, Dotty's boyfriend was bigger. Whatever size, the sticky stuff we wiped onto hour handkerchiefs, had a strange musty smell. Hopefully mum wouldn't notice, when she did the washing.

Dotty's relationship didn't last. He got carried away and tried to push things too far. She started looking around the dances again. Attitudes were changing but it would be a few more years, before things really got swinging in the sixties. We decided to get married. The ceremony took place late in 1960. Dotty as my bridesmaid. Wedding in the local church, reception in the village hall. Some music, dancing and a buffet. Money was tight. We would be living in a tiny cottage. at the end of Duncan's parents garden.

Our wedding night was spent there. I don't think it was great for either of us. My hymen parted, there was a bit of pain and some blood. I'd been warned about this. For him, a few strokes and he filled the condom. Early the following morning, we drove off to our honeymoon. A few days in a hotel on the Devon coast. This was a lot more relaxed.

We spent the days on the beach or walking round town. Duncan is a keen photographer. He takes pictures of everything. Bands at our local dances, the local countryside and anything else that takes his fancy. Even before we married, he used the box room in the cottage as his dark room. He took plenty of shots when we were out.

To my amazement, the picture taking carried on, when we returned to our hotel room. It was the first time we had really got a good look at each other naked. He liked what he saw and persuaded me to pose naked on the bed. I did. He used a couple of the photos to paint pictures of me, when we got home. Not old master standard but you could tell it was me. Unlike the pictures you see in galleries, pictured true to life, a mass of brown pubic hair. Talking to Dotty, I seemed to have a lot more than her. It didn't seem to bother Duncan.

The lovemaking in the hotel was a great improvement, over our wedding night. Kissing, caressing and stroking. He spent a lot of time playing with my breasts and nipples. While he did this he used his fingers to masturbate me to an orgasm. It takes me a while, a lot longer than Dotty to get there but once I've had one, I can have several more, in quick succession. As we had intercourse, I had one more before he grunted, shooting his stuff into the condom. I felt the need for more but I don't think he could manage it. I didn't want to masturbate, in case he felt inadequate.

The following night, I decided to be bold and try something, I'd heard about at work. Before Duncan had chance to put a condom on, I took hold of his penis. I had masturbated him, inside his trousers. I started doing it now, watching what was going on. I pulled his foreskin back fully, looking at the shiny purple thing. A bead of fluid appeared from the small hole at the tip. I rubbed that around the tip of the purple part. He groaned and shivered. This fascinated me. I took my time to watch what happened. A couple of he Air Force girls said they sucked men. It looked smooth and interesting. I took the purple part into my mouth. Not unpleasant. I don't think Duncan had experienced this either. He got excited and jets of the musty stuff shot into my mouth. I coughed and spat it out into the palm of my hand.

"That felt fantastic. Are you alright?"

"Yes, pass me a tissue."

I wiped my hand and we lay there discussing what I'd done. From his own masturbation, he knew that he would be able to get another erection in a while.

"Would you be alright if I licked you?"

I had heard that this could be amazing, so I agreed, wondering what he would make of the mass of pubic hair, which seemed to be in the way. He went down the bed and was looking up into my vulva. He stroked the hair aside with his hands and licked my vagina. My god, those girls were right. I wondered if he would keep it up long enough for me to orgasm. He seemed to enjoy the taste and perhaps the smell. He occasionally breathed in heavily. The orgasm, when it came, crept up on me quickly. I couldn't help it,

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Loudly from my mouth. I thought he would stop, but he carried on. A couple of more orgasms came. His arousal must have been overwhelming. He moved up my body and pushed his penis into me, fucking me hard and fast. He lasted a couple of minutes before letting out a groan. He came inside me, unprotected for he first time. He rolled over, onto his back beside me. I put a hand down, feeling my vagina and the semen leaking out. I held up my finger to look, wiping it on my belly. This was going to be great.

When we got home, the sex was every bit as good. As time went on, his control became better, he wouldn't cum so quickly, from which I reaped my reward. He carried on taking and developing photos. The more we went on, the more explicit the shots became. Wearing a bra and suspenders, pictures between my legs and of me bent over. The finished pictures gave me a weird thrill, seeing my own vagina and anus.

Within a year, I fell pregnant. I suppose that happens, if your husband fucks you regularly, without a condom. I didn't mind. It felt far better for both of us. We had also decided to have our family early, to enjoy our later life. Financially it would be hard but Duncan was doing well at work, regular promotions brought in more money.

I was lucky, compared to most of the other women I met, morning sickness wasn't too bad. On the positive side, I was incredibly randy, during the first few months. I would initiate sex more often than he did. This carried on, until my size made things uncomfortable.

Childbirth was a marvel, if incredibly painful. A revelation to me, were the procedures running up to the birth. I have no idea if these are still conducted but back then, midwives or nurses would shave the pubic hair of the women in the maternity unit. For cleanliness, or so that everything was visible, I didn't know. The other was receiving an enema. At the time I had other things on my mind. In hindsight both coloured my view of things to come.

We were told to wait six weeks after the birth, before having sex again. Not a problem for me, I was tired most of the time. Both Duncan and myself actually liked the shaved look. Me in particular, being devoid of the massive amount of pubic hair. By six weeks, I was getting uncomfortable, pubic stubble is not something I liked. I asked Duncan to shave me. I think he was worried about cutting me but he was really careful. It is something we have stuck with. Another consequence I had not foreseen, was the impact on my labia. They had been fairly neat and not that large. Now, stretched, slightly wrinkly and a lot longer. I wasn't sure what to think but Duncan loved playing with them, pulling them apart and nibbling them. I got used to it in time.

The enema was a big surprise. Not only that they did it but how I felt about it. Nothing had ever been put in my bum before. Some of the Air Force girls said they had sex in the bum, to avoid becoming pregnant. This was said in whispers. It was still illegal at the time. It would be another six years, after I gave birth, before it was decriminalised. Not that things being illegal ever stopped anyone. The nozzle wasn't that comfortable going in. The feeling as the liquid went in and filled me was strange. Holding it in and the sudden expulsion was odd. However, it sparked something in me. I talked to Duncan about it.

Finding details about things like this was not easy back then. He began stroking and pressing on my anus when he gave me oral sex. This went on hold for a while as I fell pregnant again. Just six months after our first was born. The high sex drive wasn't repeated this time, although we carried on having sex. It wasn't until about three months after the birth, that things got back to normal. Looking after two young children was tiring. At least we had moved to a larger nicer house.

Duncan had managed to find a source for some magazines. Not the sort of sexy magazines you get these days. A lot of academic type articles, the reasons people get aroused. The variety of things which led to it. Matter of fact explanations of different sex and masturbation techniques. These came out once every three months. So there were long gaps for us, to try out what we read. My favourite part were the letters from readers, detailing their actual experiences. Also a journalist interviewing women about their particular interests in sex.

The variety was surprising. People urinating on each other. Men dressing up in female gym clothes, others wearing rubber coats. Men and women being tied up and different power dynamics. Women pretending to be horses or riding horses naked, to achieve orgasm. Of interest to us, the history and process of anal sex. Also the use of various items to act as dildos. Obtaining sex toys at that time, was next to impossible. If it was possible, we didn't know how or where.

I had kept in touch with Dotty. She too had got married and now had a daughter. I know that it is pot luck but like her first boyfriend, her husband was well endowed. Meeting up wasn't difficult. Doing so, to talk about sex was more so. The only opportunity being, when the children were with their grandparents. We would exchange experiences. I would lend her one of our magazines, exchanging it for the next edition, when we met again.

We had followed a similar path this far and it continued. We had both got used to swallowing, when our husbands ejaculated in our mouths. She wasn't sure about doing anal, due to the size of the penis she would be dealing with. I was just starting to explore. I said that I would let her know how I got on.

Duncan purchased some KY jelly and we began to explore. He was still taking photos, to document our progress. I was quite shocked at the changes in my vulva, distended labia, even the flesh around my clitoris seemed larger. My clitoris itself,seemed to become visible more easily. Even my anus didn't look as neat and we hadn't even started putting things in me. The other changes, sagging breasts, round belly with stretch marks and slightly sagging bum were to be expected.

We started small with my anal adventure. We used an enema before each session. Not overly sexy but I enjoyed the full feeling. Duncan inserted the tip of his finger, using the jelly, while I was on my knees, head down on the bed. Not very flattering having my wrinkled and now slightly less neat bum hole on display like this. However, it allowed me to masturbate as Duncan pushed in and took photos. We moved from a finger to a small carrot. The advantages of this being, the increasing taper and the fact that Duncan could take pictures more easily. An orgasm doing this was really intense. I had to stuff things in my mouth, to keep the noise down. Duncan was thrilled, both with the pictures he got and that I was enjoying it so much. The thrill felt more naughty, as our aim was to do something illegal.

As this went on, we were looking at other things too. Dotty and her husband were getting really excited by spanking. We tried it and it was alright but not really for us. Being tied down, on the other hand was much more to our taste. I passed on my views on putting things in my bum and Dotty was still considering it. The changes in my vagina meant that I was seeking larger things, to act as dildos. Duncan came to the rescue. A succession of really smooth wooden items. A large screwdriver handle and the cut down handle of a pickaxe or sledgehammer. This was sanded really smooth and varnished. It was a good shape for me. About two inches high, about an inch and a half wide and ten inches long. Orgasms came slightly quicker with the larger insertion but the wood was hard.

I was approaching the point where my anus would accept Duncan's penis. A larger carrot, was definitely close. The answer to the issue of wood came from the same source, the greengrocer. A particularly large cucumber. This was incredible. Large enough and with a little give in it. The photo of me laying back on the pillows with this sticking out between my legs was rude to say the least. I was astounded by how wide I was spread. My clitoris looked really hard above this vegetable. There was also so much in me. I took it out to look. Duncan snapped, a look of awe on my face. He got me in to what became our anal position. He pushed the cucumber back in to me. This was followed by the carrot. I bit the pillow. I new I was going to make noise. This was the first time I'd had two things in me at the same time. My left hand pulled the skin back from my clitoris, my right index finger brushed it,

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

I couldn't control the volume nor my body. Duncan left, to make sure I hadn't woken those sleeping next door. Another picture for the collection. He took another with our new Polaroid. He slowly removed the carrot and cucumber. I didn't know what to say. As the instant picture appeared he put it next to my face. Not the carrot I was expecting, larger. It was definitely wider than his penis. I think he would have liked to shove his penis in me but restrained himself. I sucked him off. I struggled with the amount that came into my mouth. He must have been really excited.

I couldn't wait to exchange information with Dotty. She had added the bondage to her spanking and even being hit on the bum by a ruler. The sex they had on the back of this, they found really enjoyable. I told her about the vegetables. I had taken the Polaroid with me. Did I dare show her? Neither of us had even seen each other naked. We talked a lot but that was it. I did, telling her about he terrific orgasm. She had let her husband finger hers but still wasn't sure.

I was more than ready. The following day, I knelt on the bed, Duncan lubricating and penetrating my anus. Warm and smooth a different feeling. He was gentle, pushing in and pulling out. The fact that we are still one year short of legality, added to the feeling. I orgasmed first, Duncan almost immediately afterwards. An interesting feeling, semen jetting into my rectum. He pulled out. I was about to move but I felt something else. I continued masturbating my clitoris. My god, that almost felt painful. My anus stretched another large carrot? I shuddered to an orgasm, any noise stuck in my throat. Duncan appeared with another Polaroid. I was impaled on half of the large cucumber. He was masturbating furiously, ejaculating onto the bedding beside my head.