It was the summer of 1947 and Tommy Walsh was just 18 yrs old. He was expecting to receive his Call Up Papers for service in the army at any time, but had elected to volunteer in order to join his father's old regiment, The Middington Volunteers (69th regiment of Foot). His father, Major Wallace (Wally) Walsh. MC had been killed in France in 1944
His one big wish was that he could have a girl, a woman, whatever before he went into the army. Like most of his friends he had only dreamed about sex. 'Nice' girls didn't and he did not know any others only some none too clean girls who were 'said' to do it. Frequently he made use of the 'five fingered widow' as masturbation was termed. At school he managed to get his hands on a few dog-eared books and badly written, badly spelt, sex stories in poor quality duplicated and stapled 'magazines'.. These were the 'hors d'ouvres' of his dreams. Elder brothers had brought them back from India and France. Tommy did not have an older brother so he borrowed them from friends. His father and great grandfather had all been members of the regiment who managed to get themselves killed off with producing more than one heir. Grandfather seemed to have been the exception. His wife having produced a son and three daughters over a period of six years, family detractors had actually suggested that Grandma must have travelled frequently as her husband had served in India and South Africa!!
Tommy knew that it would have been God help him if his mum had found the books, as old as he was. It was alright for mothers, they did not want to think about their sons and daughters being interested in sex but Tommy's mother seemed to be very liberal in her sons eyes. He wasn't so naive as to think that the army officers who called with invitations to dinner were just old friends of his fathers. It was obvious that they were fucking his mother, but where, she certainly did not bring them home.
Coo, what would his mum do if she knew he talked about 'fucking' not sex.
He smiled to himself, his mum, Margaret, liked to have Sundays to herself, to spend the time quietly having run her Haberdashers with the help of another war widow, Mrs. Eileen Harrison from Monday to Saturday, with the exception of a half day on Tuesdays. Tommy smiled his mother had gone out with an American soldier on a couple of occasions. The man had gone into the shop by accident. Apparently in America, Haberdahers were men's stores unlike in England where they sold ladies goods.
Every Sunday Tommy took himself off for a walk, somehow his mother appeared to prefer that he left her alone on Sunday afternoons.
"Where are you going today?" his mum asked? "Oh, I'm not sure yet mum, over Pikely way, or down to Smetherton, what time d'you want me home about 7.00 as usual?" He had absolutely no intention of going to either place. He was going to the woods at Amcaster Downs. Two weeks earlier on a Sunday afternoon walk he had accidentally seen a couple in a hollow and they were obviously fucking. It made him quite excited and he would have liked to get closer. Looking for a likely spot he saw another couple, they were in the 'L' shaped angle between two stone walls. Tommy thought them to be a better prospect and silently approached the area where he had seen them. It could not have been better from his point of view.
The angle was not an 'L' at all but an 'E'. Running down the longer side of the 'E' was a dry ditch, quite deep and the stone wall had seen better days by far., There were gaps in the stonework and Tommy by creeping on his hands and knees managed to approach within a few feet of the couple he had first seen. Stealth was extremely important had to be very quiet indeed but it was worth the risk as he had found that there was another couple in the other open square of the 'E' and he could get very close indeed.
When he peered through the gaps he found that he was looking up from below their feet, as she moved he caught tantalising glimpses of her stocking tops but his attention was taken by the fact that her blouse was unbuttoned as was obviously her bra' strap as the man was feeling and kissing the woman's nipples. Then the man's hand wandered under the hem of her skirt. Tommy felt his excitement, and his cock, rise as the man's hand went higher taking the hem of the skirt with it. The woman's legs opened wide and Tommy could see past her stocking tops to the gusset of her knickers. The hand kept going, underneath the panty leg, pushing the material to one side. Tommy nearly stopped breathing, he could actually see the woman's cunt and the man pushed his fingers in.
He was working his hand back and forth but suddenly the woman pushed him away. Tommy could hear then quite clearly.
"No Fred, no, I don't mind a bit of fun but remember I'm married. Bill will be home again soon and I don't want a bun in my oven when he comes home after two years do I?"
"It'll be OK love, I've got a frenchie here (a condom) Eh Jean I'll get lovers balls if I can't fuck you."
"Now Fred, you know I don't like dirty talk, ok you can't, oh hell, you cant fuck me but I will make you 'cum' if you like."
To Tommy's amazement and unmentionable pleasure she took the man Fred's dick in her mouth and started to move back and forward, in and out it went as she rubbed it at the same time. This was too much for Tommy and he got his own cock out as he watched.
Suddenly Fred shouted that he was 'Coming' Jean removed his dick from her mouth and as Tommy watched she rubbed it masturbating his cock until he shot his 'cum' into the grass. With one hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet Tommy did the same thing on his side of the wall shooting a load of pent up 'cum' into the drainage ditch. After wiping his dick on his hankie Tommy peeped through the wall again only to see the couple were moving off.
Tommy, being careful to keep clear of the sperm with which he had coated the ditch Tommy crept forward to see what the other couple were doing. Obviously the girl was not so worried about sex as the other woman but the view was not so good. All Tommy could see were the spread legs of the girl and the chap with his trousers around his ankles, his arse going up and down as he fucked the woman. He was to have a small reward. Their words were muffled, not clear at all, but suddenly the man knelt up, turned and pointed what appeared to be quite a large cock straight at Tommy and let fly a whole torrent of cum. Tommy was just in time to see the wide open cunt of the woman before she pulled up her knickers.
This was his first opportunity to return. The previous Sunday it had rained quite heavily and Tommy reasoned that even if couples risked being outside under a groundsheet he Tommy, would 1, see nothing, 2 find the ditch full of water.
Approaching as on the previous occasion Tommy could see that the angle which gave him a better view was, unfortunately unoccupied. There was someone in the other place.
Worming his way down Tommy found that he had a better view than on the previous occasion. The couple played around giving Tommy glimpses of her tits with hard nipples and a good view of her cunt as the bloke fingered her he got nothing more that was really of interest as the chap merely rubbed himself off watched by the girl.
They continued to lie on the ground and Tommy felt a bit bored. This was undoubtedly the best place to see action but there wasn't any action.
