Date: 27 Dec 2001 22:42:22 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: The Blitz (Benninings F/F, F/FF)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women during World War II. If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.
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The Blitz
By
Jan
I have a hard time recognizing the underground station as
the one I spent many nights in to escape the bombing and later
buzz bombs the Germany hurled at us. It is now all nice and
white, brightly lit and fiberglass benches. In the early days of
the war it was damp concrete, bricks and the lights flickered
when the ground shook.
As I stood on the platform with my walker on my way to
see my doctor, your people push past me in their rush to get
where they are going. I am just an old Indian woman that is in
their way. The rude remarks made don't bother me, because I
lived a full life. As I stood there trying to identify places where
I slept, my mind drifted back to what brought me to this day.
Why am I a nice Indian girl from Bombay huddled from
the cold in the London Underground hiding from the German
buzz bombs during the winter of 1943? I thought back to the
summer of 1937. I was not much more than a school girl when
my parents let me accompany them to a dinner celebrating the
birthday of the king of England at the state house.
I met a very nice looking young Army officer in his dress
Red Coated uniform. He was charming and a good dancer. My
family was not happy with an Englishman courting me and I
know that the English looked at Indians as not equals with
them. But he got permission for us to marry. I had heard
rumors that he was possibly a homosexual but dismissed them
as just malicious rumors. We were doing ok even if he did
spend a lot of time away from home. I even accepted that he
like the company of men more than me. He was nice to me and
sometimes cooled the itch between my legs too.
Then in 1937 the War started in Europe. Before long he
had been called home to England to get involved in the War
with the Home Regiment. Because I was Indian I was not
allowed to sail with him. I had to pay my way on another ship
that arrived in London weeks later.
I was not accepted by his family so we had to find
lodgings in the Indian quarter of town. Some of the family was
nice to me. His sister use to visit me and explain what was
going on.
My husband had always been a bit queer as they called it.
Being a younger sibling the family saw to it that he got into
Sanhurts and then saw to it that he was stationed in India. That
was both good for his military career and if he were to get into
trouble the family could see to it that it was covered up. His
marring an Indian did not ingratiate him with the family either.
They knew he did it to cover up rumors that he had made a pass
at the wrong fellow officer.
So I was living in the Indian quarter of London. This is a
strange mix of people that really have little in common with
each other. There are Seeks, Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists and
even Christians. There were friendships but I also felt like I
was personally always under special scrutiny because I was
married to an Englishmen.
Some look upon the English as invaders. As invaders go
the English have pretty good manners but are still outsiders.
Then others have a strong loyalty to the crown.
Others judge us by our religious beliefs if I eat or drink
something not approved by religious teachings I am ostracized
too. So I kept to myself as much as possible with in the
community.
We all worked for the defeat of the common enemy the
Germans. We gathered in a local tea room to socialize and
keep in touch with our Indian identity. We gathered in groups
from our local areas and beliefs. My husband was welcome to
join only so far. He was respected as a military leader but was
still an outsider.
When he finally was given an assignment that put him
in charge of a commando group being dropped into Holland I
became one of the many women in England to receive a
Governmental letter informing me that my husband had died
serving his country.
This may not have helped my standing within his family
but within the Indian community I became a welcome member.
I stayed on working in the hospital as much as I could. I
was useful not only for nursing duties and when Indians came
in I would translate for the ones that did not speak much
English and write letters home for them. I even became a sister
(nurse) eventually.
It was good to visit the tea room just to get the smell of
hospital disinfectant, burn cream, and alcohol out of my nose. I
became friends with a few women from the same area that I
was from.
When the Germans began the bombing attacks on
London we learned to gather in the underground train tubs.
Depending on the time of the attack we sometimes spent the
night sleeping on the platforms. The smell was terrible, Body
sweat odor, dust, urine from where people had relived
themselves some place up the tracks, babies crapping in their
dippers and the haze from pipes and cigarettes. The noise was
something you lived with trains coming and going, coughing,
crying, and muffled conversations all the time.
Our group of Indians met on the same platform when we
were in the area. We amused ourselves with games to kill the
time. When we could we went to a local tea club. Some of us
can not drink alcohol, eat meat and some women have to keep
their heads covered so it tends to be a little touchy.
My friend and I stopped in a local night club for a drink
before going to tea club. I was sitting in a booth facing the bar.
So my friend did not see that there was an attractive young
woman sitting at the bar that was obviously an Indian too. She
was having a drink when a tall English woman came in and
approached her. They exchanged greetings with a kiss on the
mouth. The Indian woman was looking my way and showed
obvious discomfort at me watching them. The English woman
saw where her eyes were looking and looked at me. She smiled
at me and put her hand on the inside of her leg of the woman
and ran it up under the skirt of her dress. She did it in such a
way that she exposed the legs and panties of the woman. I was
in shock as much as the woman was. The English woman slid
her long fingers under the leg of the panties and into the crack.
The poor Indian woman sat there in shock as the English
woman put her fingers under her nose and smelled them. She
sucked the dampness from her fingers. The Indian woman
looked pleadingly at her friend and said something. They got
up and left the bar.
My friend and I left shortly after them. I was thinking
about what I had seen and was getting my panties wet. We
headed for the tea club and we went to our normal table where
there were several of our friends. It was a mixed group of men
and women that were all from the same area, even if they were
not all the same religion.
We bought out tea and sat down at the table. When I
looked around the room there was that Indian woman and the
English woman at another table. The English woman was even
more open in her flirtation with the Indian woman. She was
kissing her and feeling her breasts.
The woman next to me expressed her disgust that an
Indian woman would allow a woman to do that to her in public.
I was too enthralled in the sight to say anything.
At this point the air raid alarm went off. The owner of
the shop donned his civil defense helmet and arm band and
started directing everyone to the local underground.
I never took my eyes of that Indian woman and her
friend. I fell behind my friends and slipped away to followed
the Indian woman and the English woman down the street.
They ducked into a dark archway that led to an alley. I
followed them until they got out of sight. I lost them in the
dark.
When I found them the English woman had her skirt up
and holding it in one hand as she was pulling the kneeling
Indian woman's head into her cunt with the other hand. She
didn't have any panties on. I almost walked into them in the
dark. The English woman let go of the head of the Indian and
grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to her. She
kissed me on the mouth and forced her tongue into my mouth.
I resisted her until she let go of me. I didn't move away
from her. She said that she saw me and knew that I wanted to
join them. I tried to deny her statement but could not make it
sound truthful. She reached for my skirt and pulled it up to my
waist. She simply said, "Baby, eat her pussy!"
The Indian woman turned to me and pulled my panties
down and sucked my cunt into her mouth. I was so excited I
was about to pee. Instead I stood there in a dark alley smelling
the dampness and the smell of urine and hearing water running
down the alley as a dark skinned woman sucked my pussy and
a tall blonde kissed my mouth and reached inside my uniform
to play with my brown nipples. When I climaxed I almost sat
down on the damp cobble stones.
The all clear sound brought me back to the real world.
The English woman told me to come with them, as if I had
nothing to say about it. I did as she told me. When we got to
the apartment of the Indian woman I was shocked to find it was
in the building next to mine. I had never even noticed either of
them before that night.
The apartment was decorated like most Indian dwellings.
No couches just a lot of large square pillows stacked on top of
each other. The rug must have had a thick padding under it
because it was comfortable under the feet.
When the door was closed the English woman told the
dark woman to undress in front of me. She was shy but did as
she was told. As the English woman sat on some pillows and
leaned on a higher pile next to her she reached for my hand and
pulled me down on the pillows with her.
We were entertained with a little striptease dance to some
unheard music. How can I describe what she looked like? She
was dark enough to give away that she was from southern
India. Her age was hard to say, early twenties I would say. She
had a bawd faced and dark lips. She was dark around the eyes.
The red tear drop between her eyebrows told me that we
belonged to the same religion. Her thick hair was braided into
one thick braid that hung to the middle of her back. Her breasts
were not large at all. The areoles were large for the size of her
breasts and the nipples were sticking out more than a half inch
from her body. My mouth was watering at the though of
sucking on them. She had a slim waist and her navel was
pierced and she had a red jewel hanging from a gold hoop. As I
looked at the rest of her I was even more attracted to her.
She had soft round hips and nice legs. Her toes were
painted red and she had rings on several toes of both feet. The
real attraction was her pubis. The black hair looked like it had
been plucked. There was only a thin strip of black hair running
from her crack up about two inches. It was all straight and
braided and a little red bead tied on the end above her clit. Of
course I could not see the clit because it was deep inside her
crack.
The English woman told her to undress me. I could not
resist. The woman unbuttoned my uniform. It was typical
white cotton starched thing with three quarter sleeves with three
inch cuffs. The breast pockets had handkerchiefs in them and I
had my school watch pinned upside down above the left pocket,
so that I could see it when taking a pulse. My white shoes had
a wedge sole and I had on white knee stocking. During the war
real nylons were hard to come by.
When she unbuttoned my uniform and pulled the dress
off my shoulders my breasts were exposed to their eyes. They
had been round in my youth and even if I was not as dark as the
other Indian my skin was brown and my areolas were more than
two inches in diameter and my nipples were about the size of a
grape. During the War I wound my braided hair into two tails
that I crossed over the top of my head and I pinned them into a
crown like stile that was common in those days so that my hair
was out of the way.
Then she finished unbuttoning my dress I was laying in
my dress in nothing but panties and stockings. She removed
my shoes and stockings next. Then as the English woman
leaned over to kiss my mouth and cup my breast the Indian
woman pulled my panties down.
I could not say why but I favored shaving my pussy but
not my underarms. I was in heaven as this dark girl sucked my
pussy and the English woman kissed me and toyed with my
nipples. I climaxed quickly.
The English woman got up and lifted her dress to show
me her blonde haired pussy as she straddled my head and
squatted down to deliver her wet pussy to my mouth.
This was the first pussy I had even sucked in my life. At
that moment I wanted nothing more in my life. When she
started lifting her ass up and down I got a glimpse of the Indian
taking one of her breasts and putting the nipple into my cunt.
She was masturbating my clitoris with her nipple.
After the English woman and I climaxed she got up and
undressed herself. I was impressed with her height. She had
large breasts that sagged down her chest and stretched the
areolas into long ovals. Her tummy sagged too. There were
stretch marks in it. Her hips were wide and soft too. Her pubic
hair was what you would call a strawberry blonde. I would bet
she was a red head as a child.
When she sat back down on the pillows and opened her
legs as she told the girl to suck her cunt. As the girl got into
place the English woman put a finger between her legs and
inserted her finger into the cunt of the Indian girl and pulled her
around until her ass was right in front of my face.
I opened the cheeks of her bum with my fingers and put
my nose in her anus to smell my first asshole at the same time I
claimed her cunt with my mouth. I was sucking her for all I
was worth. With loud cursing the English woman climaxed and
the Indian girl was right behind her.
When we recovered we went into the bedroom and I saw
that she had a mat on the floor much like we would have had
back home. But in England there were a lot more blankets to
ward off the cold. I slept on one side of the woman and the girl
slept on the other. I felt so warm in the arms of this woman and
her breast in my ear all night. In the morning I had to get up
early to be at the hospital for the day shift that week.
I hated to leave the warm bed and the most satisfying sex
I had ever had. I went into the bathroom to relive myself only
to be followed by the girl. She knelt in front of me and asked
me if she could dress me.
I felt a little strange being dressed like a child but if it
made her happy I agreed. She rolled up a wad of that English
stiff toilet paper and wiped my pussy for me when I finished
peeing. When I stood up to wash my face and thought about
brushing my teeth. She produced a new toothbrush and as I
brushed my teeth she damped a wash cloth with warm water
and washed my body.
She scented my body with jasmine. She applied some
even to the crack of my ass. I couldn't resist backing up as her
finger probed my anus. Then we went to the living room and I
stood there as she dressed me. I needed to change clothes but
what the hell, I didn't have enough time.
As I left for work she kissed me and asked for my key. I
didn't know why she wanted it and she would not say why.
When my shift was over that night I headed home. I was
thinking about last night and my pussy was wet. When I got
home the door was open and a note was pinned to the door. It
only had the address of the Indian woman on it.
I ran next door and up the stairs. When I reached the
door to her apartment it opened and she hugged me. As I
entered I saw all my belongings in her apartment.
She simply said that she wanted me to live with her from
now on. It was like having a wife. She cooked, washed,
ironed, dressed and made love to me. The English woman
would come by two or three times a week and the three of us
would spend our time in each others arms.
After almost sixty years I have had several lovers but my
Indian girl still treats me like a loving wife.
I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your
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