Fucking in the 1950s

by Cristiano Caffieri

At age 19, I was a student at Derby Tech in England. It was the early 1950s and most of my peers were financially embarrassed at that time scraping by with allowances from their parents. Due to a little bit of chivalry, I had no worries in that department. It was all due to a man named Colonel Harry Simkins, who lived in rather a posh home on Ashbourne Road, deciding to take a late-night stroll to get some fresh air.

He wasn’t 50 yards from his house when he was set upon by a gang of Teddy Boys. I’m not sure that they intended to do him any serious harm but he was frail, lost his balance and ended up sprawling in the gutter. They ran away laughing as I just happened to appear on the scene. I helped him to his feet and supported him back to his place, where he lived alone.

The Colonel was convinced that I’d routed the gang of desperados and credited me with saving his life. After that, we became firm friends and he insisted on giving me an allowance to complete my studies. That in itself was a big deal but 6 months later when he passed away I was summoned to his lawyers on St. Mary’s Gate and informed that he’d left me a considerable amount of money.

Like all young men of my age I dreamed of renting my own apartment, or flats as we called them, in the hopes of luring some young woman there to see my etchings. There were lots of pretty girls at the college and I had my eye on Dawn Crossley, who wore a navy blue duffle coat and black stockings, which I thought at the time was one of the sexiest combinations.

My mother was not keen on me moving out of the house and going it on my own but she got used to the idea ended up supplying me with dishes pots and pans she didn’t use any more. I never told just how much I’d inherited and she sure was amazed when I bought her and my dad a new car.

The only furnishings had, in the beginning, were a bed my mother had insisted I took from the house and gas stove donated by my Aunt Annie.

Having not completely furnished my abode afforded me a great opportunity. I caught up with Dawn after class one day and asked her if she’d help me to choose some furniture. She was taken by surprise but then shrugged and said, “OK.”

It almost felt as though we were a married couple as we browsed around the furniture stores. As it was going to take a few days to get delivery I didn’t invite her back to my lair right away. However, I did take her out for dinner for assisting me.

In those days you didn’t kiss on first dates but I did hold her hand as I accompanied her to the bus station. She lived out of town like I did until my good fortune and I waited until she was on the bus and waved her goodbye.

Two days later the delivery truck arrived and when all the stuff was in place it looked like a palace. The living room had a fireplace and I immediately started to imagine the two of us sitting on the sofa necking as the flames cast shadows on the wall.

I invited her to come and look around on the Saturday and although she looked a little bit suspicious she eventually agreed. Playing the big shot I picked her up at the bus station in a taxi and whisked up Queen Street, where my flat was over the top of a store.

I took her duffle coat and hung it up and told her to sit down while I made some coffee and soon we were sitting there side by side.

“You must be rich,” she said at length, gazing around the room at the pictures, ornaments, and books I’d added to achieve that effect.

“I’ve got a few Bob,” I said, nonchalantly.

“This cost more than a few Bob,” she said.

“Well you’ve got to enjoy a few luxuries just in case nuclear war breaks out and we’re all toast.”

“Do you really think there could be a nuclear war, she asked, with a worried look on her face.

“I’m afraid we can’t trust the Russians,” I said, “that’s why I intend to have a good time – just in case.”

She looked a bit miffed for a second, “I suppose you intend to bring a whole lot of girls back here.”

“Not really, I’d like to just have a steady girlfriend.”

“And you haven’t got one.”

“No there’s a vacancy if you cared to apply.”

She just looked at me amazed at my statement, “Who do you think you are,” she snapped, “do you think just because you’ve got money it makes you god’s gift to women.”

She got up to leave and it took a good deal of coaxing to get her to sit down again.

“I sorry,” I said, “I do like you a lot and I didn’t know how to ask you to be my steady.”

“We’ve only been out on one date,” she reminded me, “and that was just dinner.”

“Speaking of dinner,” I interrupted, “wanting to move away from the conversation for a moment, “I bought some food today and I just have to warm it up in the oven.”

With the fire lit and dinner served and soft music playing in the background, we sat across from each other looking into each other’s eyes between forkfuls of fish and chips.

“If we did go steady,” she said, pausing for a moment, “I couldn’t come here all the time. You’d always be pestering me.”

“Pestering you for what,” I asked, trying to play the innocent.

“You know – you want to get me into bed.”

“Well with tensions between Britain and Russian being so strained I do think we should live it up while we can. However, I’d never press you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“Have you ever done it,” she inquired.

“No,” I replied.

“How would you know what to do then?”

“I’ve read a book.”

“Let’s sit on the sofa and I’ll show you the book,” I said.

It was a book that a friend of mine had smuggled in from abroad and it was full of illustrations, most of them dedicated to sexual positions. She was shocked as I thumbed my way through the well-worn pages but she didn’t ask me to stop turning them.

“Is yours a big as that,” she asked pointing to a guy with an enormous dick.

“It’s hard to say.”

“You must have looked at it in the mirror,” she said.

“But it’s not big when I’m on my own,” I smiled, “it’s big now because I’m sitting next to you.”

She instinctively looked down at the bulge in my pants.

“If you touched it would become even bigger,” I added,

She didn’t volunteer her beautiful slender fingers but she did turn the next page and there was the same man with his cock rammed into a woman’s cunt from the back.”

“I always thought it went in at the front,” she said.

“That’s what they call doggie fashion, some people even take it up the ass.”

She shuddered, ”I wonder if it hurts.”

“The book says it helps if you have a little lubrication – like baby oil.”

As we went through the book she became fascinated by all the things you could do with your clothes off. At times it looked as if she was getting a bit horny and when she stopped at a page with the guy eating out a woman’s crack she gasped.

“That’s oral sex,” I jumped in before she could say anything, “they say that women enjoy that the most.”

“Well it can’t make you pregnant I suppose.”

“Why don’t you let me lick yours – I’ll be very gentle.”

“It ‘s a bit disgusting – isn’t it?”

“Come on our parents do it all the time.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know so – it’s one of the most natural things and it’ll make you cum.”

“Cum,”

“Yes, it will send sparks through your whole body.”

She looked as though she was thinking about it and I took the opportunity to place my hand on her knee and I moved it up until my fingertips touch the warm bare flesh above her black stocking. She started to tremble as my hand continued upward and then I navigated my finger around her panties and ran it up and down her wet crack.

“O gosh,” she said weakly, looking as though she might faint at any moment. “I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

I ignored her, dropped to my knees on the rug and began to remove her panties. Once they were around her ankles I lifted the hem of her dress and there it was – a beautiful tight hairy snatch.

Pulling her legs toward me I place my face between her thighs and as she continued to tremble I opened up the lips with my fingertips and swiped my tongue from the bottom to the top of her crack. When I reached her clit she actually screamed and she held on to my hair as I kept licking up and down her soft sweet cunt. When she came she yelled, tugged at my hair and shook uncontrollably for a full minute.

I slowly rose up to my feet, removed my pants and stood there like the duty stallion. My prick was so hard I didn’t think I’d ever get my foreskin back again. She looked up at me as if wondering what to do.

“Suck it like you would a lollipop,” I said.

Almost as if such things come naturally she dropped to her knees, took my balls in one hand and my dick in the other and slowly worked up and down. It was fucking amazing. When I came in her mouth I think it took her by surprise but she swallowed it anyway.

Dawn was still fully clothed and I desperately wanted to see the rest of her body. I pulled her up from her knees and started to unbutton her dress, she not only didn’t object she assisted me. How I thanked that book for turning a somewhat prudish virgin, not an uncommon species at that time, into a potential nympho.

Once we were both completely naked and still standing I brushed the end of my dick up and down her bush. She did look a bit nervous and frightened of getting pregnant she suggested that I stick it in her ass. I quickly raided the bathroom cabinet for something lubricating and settled for some Vaseline. When I returned to the living room she was leaning on the back of the sofa with her lovely ass in the air.

Quickly greasing up my dick I lined it up, put my arms around her to grab onto her tits and boom – a hole in one. She gasped as I went further and further in. Obviously finding it a bit painful she did groan a little but I just kept plunging it in. It wasn’t long before My balls starting to ache and then that sensation when your sperm begins the journey upwards and onward. I shouted as I blew my load and gripped tighter onto her tits.

When I took it out of her ass she gave a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t like that much,” she said, “I guess it’s really meant to go in my vagina.”

In spite of copulating twice within a few minutes, I was still desperate to cum into, what I consider, the right hole. This was a new experience for me as well as her and I wasn’t sure how to take that next step as I thought she would be afraid of getting in the pudding club.

I took her in my arms, pressing her tits against my chest and kissed her passionately. Soon our tongues were playing tag with each other and I slipped my hand down to finger her wet crack.

Dawn became very tense and then she whispered, “you can put it in if you like.”

It was music to my ears and I lowered onto the carpet, opened up her legs and, knowing she was a virgin I gentle slipped it in. She gave a little whimper as I broke through and then dug her fingernails into my ass as if wanting to get on with it.

My slow start soon became frantic as I pounded her mound like I couldn’t wait to shoot my load again. I got more and more carried away as I looked down at her lovely face and jiggling tits. It wasn’t long before my hot cum exploded inside of her and she went into a massive orgasm.

That was an epic night for both of us and it was the beginning of many such nights.  We still used the book to try out some of the positions and various techniques. I never want to part with those treasured chapters and so I gave my friend a hundred pounds so I could hang onto it.

Dawn’s married to a lawyer now but she occasionally drops by my new apartment to flick through the pages and give her cunt a change of pace and so does Brenda, Jean, Margaret, and Dorothy. They’re all beginning to age but I haven’t the heart to turn them down.  I suppose I’m sort of a fucking philanthropist.

Copyright 2019 Cristiano Caffieri

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