Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2012 16:50:16 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Sea View. Part One.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part One.

                                                      Prologue

   She stumbled into the bathroom and leant over the basin, retching. Her
body convulsed as she heaved, the bile burning her throat and mouth.

   Sensing movement behind her, she lifted her head, and through tear
strained eyes, saw his face reflected in the mirror. She choked back a sob
as her fingers scrabbled about the shelf above the basin, desperately
seeking something with which to defend herself.

   It was some part of her subconscious brain that recognised the shaving
razor that her fingers touched. It also told her hand and fingers how to
open and hold this razor, the handle clenched in the fist with the naked
blade held upright between her fingers, her thumb holding the lever firmly.

   She swung violently, her arm becoming fully extended as she swung it
round in an arc, the blade flashing under the overhead light as it passed
across the man's throat. She stood there panting, one exposed breast, the
nipple hard and erect, was heaving up and down, watching as the man's eyes
widened in surprise as his head started to tilt back and a crimson line
opening up with a sudden torrent of blood that spewed out in a wide
spray. There was a spark of recognition in her eyes just as the blood
blotted out her vision as she fainted.

   It was the violent slapping of her face that brought her round.

   `You stupid bitch! You've killed him,' the man said as he dragged her up
into a sitting position before wiping her face with a
towel. `Murder. Bloody murder.'

   `I...I...thought. I thought...,'she stammered.

   `Well you thought wrong,' he said.

   `Hadn't...hadn't we better call a doctor, an ambulance,' she was still
stammering. He slapped her face again.

   `He's dead, and you killed him. What happens if we call a doctor, or an
ambulance eh? The police come and you go to prison and then they hang
you. That's what will happen. Who then looks after Carol?' he asked,
holding her arms tight as she started to thrash about at the mention of her
daughter.

   `Where is she? Did she see? Did she hear? Oh my God,' she whimpered, her
head falling forward.

   `No, she's still asleep. Now listen to me.' He shook her hard so that it
took a few moments before her eyes were able to focus on him. Well one eye
anyway, as the other one was starting to close up now from an earlier punch
to the face.

   `We've got to get rid of him. No doctor, no ambulance and definitely no
police. We'll bury him in the garden. That's it. We'll bury him. That'll
make me an accessory, but I won't be telling anyone. Now pull yourself
together and get up and help me. Give me something to wrap his head in,
that thing you're wearing will do.'

   She looked down at her torn blood covered nightie, her uncovered breast
also blood streaked. She raised a tattered edge to try and cover herself.

   `Don't be so bloody prudish now,' he said, slapping her hand away and
grabbed the front of her filmy nightie and literally tore it off her
body. He turned away from her to wrap it round the head of the corpse as
she sat back on her heels and crossed her arms to cover her breasts. He
stood up when he had finished, his naked body was now covered in blood and
sweat.

   `I'll get some clothes on and get a blanket or something to wrap him up
in.' He took a bath robe off the hook at the back of the door and threw it
at her. `Put this on,' he said as he left the bathroom.

   When he returned, she was still as he had left her, but she was now
kneeling next to the head covered corpse, rocking herself backwards and
forwards, talking in a low whisper.

   `I didn't know, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought...,' breaking off as
the man came back in. He pulled her roughly to her feet, and when she was
standing upright in front of him, he fondled a breast, smearing the blood
as he did so.

   `We're both in this together now,' he whispered. `What was his is mine
now,' and he squeezed her nipple so hard that it brought tears to her
eyes. He then slid his hand down between her legs and roughly used his
fingers. `We've done it once, and now we can do it again. But first we've
got work to do and we can play together later. Now get the bloody robe on
and help,' he shouted, pushing her to one side. He spread out two blankets,
one on top of the other in that confined space. He pulled her down to help
and they managed to roll the corpse onto them. He then covered it, and by
twisting one end of a blanket, was able to drag the bundle out into the
bedroom and then into the hall. She followed him, pulling the bathrobe on
as she moved. She fumbled at the loops for the belt, but it was not
there. She started to return to the bedroom, but he pulled her back.

   `Get the other end and help,' he snarled at her as he pushed her to the
other end of the blanket that he was holding. She bent and grasped the two
free ends and lifted it as best she could and shuffled forward till they
reached the stairs. She had to let go as the weight started to pull her
down the stairs. The man cursed as he fell back with the corpse following
to land on top of him. She followed them down, her robe flapping open,
either unaware or not bothering to hold it close about her to cover her
nakedness. Like an automaton, she rolled the body off him and helped him
up.

   The both then took hold of a corner each of the blanket, and dragged it
down the hall and out through the kitchen back door. They continued
dragging their burden for another fifty feet or so before he said that that
would do.

   `We'll bury him here under the roses. I'll go and get a shovel. You stay
here and watch him and make sure he doesn't run away,' he giggled as he
left her there in the dark with the body of the man she had just
killed. The man who, she started to reminisce was...

   `Wake up,' was the booted touch as he returned with a shovel and
immediately plunged into the soft soil by the roses. She sat there
listlessly as he dug down and down. He didn't seem to tire as he piled the
earth and soil up alongside the grave he was digging. He gave a grunt as
his shovel clanged against something hard and solid. `Damn it,' he swore
from the hole. `Bloody rocks this deep?' He dug some more, trying to clear
the obstruction. `This ain't no rock,' he called out. `It's too smooth.' He
continued to clear the earth from around the object that he felt was
manmade. He threw the shovel out of the hole and fumbled a box of matches
from his shirt pocket. As he had been sweating quite freely, the box was
damp, and it took several of the matches before he got one to flare up. He
cupped it in his hand and bent down to examine what the obstruction was.

   `Bollocks,' he swore again as the match went out. `I thought for a
minute...' He struck another match and confirmed what he had seen the first
time. He'd just unearthed an unexploded German bomb.



                                                    Before

   36, Beach Road, was a large early Victorian house with a big front and
rear garden, just two properties away from the promenade. The name was not
really a misnomer as it was the first road from the town that led down to
the beach.

   Well it was two houses away from this coastal road until the night of
August 14th. A flight of German bombers were making a raid on the airfield
just north of the town. The anti aircraft batteries kept the planes up at
quite a high altitude, but still the airfield suffered heavy damage.

   One of these flak guns got lucky and caught one of the raiders in a wing
and the tail, making it veer off from its intended target. This change of
course and the fact that the plane was going down, the pilot knew they were
not going to make it, so he ordered the release of the bombs that they
carried.

   The first bomb of this `stick' hit the Town Hall and the rest followed
in a straight line down the whole length of Beach Road, with the last one
landing in the sea as did the aircraft a few miles further out. These
exploding bombs completely demolished all the even numbered houses of the
road, with the exception of number 36. When the dust had settled and in the
following morning light, it was found that this house now had an
uninterrupted view of the sea from two sides even from the ground floor.

   At the airfield, it was a similar story of destruction. Two hangers were
on fire, the mess hall and two of the barracks completely destroyed. One
shelter sustained a direct hit, killing all the occupants instantly, but
there were many other injuries sustained by personnel at various points
around the field.

   One of those injured was an auxiliary fireman by the name of David
Collins. It so happens, that his house was the only one spared of those of
Beach Road. He'd been fighting a fire in one of the hangars when he was hit
by a flying piece of shrapnel, causing him to fall into the flames. He was
quickly pulled free and carried out to be laid alongside others in the
shelter of one of the fire stations appliances.

   A young trainee nurse by the name of Julie West, only just past her
eighteenth birthday, attended to him. She quickly covered his burnt hands
with antiseptic cream and bandaged them up. It was then that she noticed
that his trousers were completely blood soaked. She cut away the cloth to
reveal a large wound that ran from the inside of his upper thigh to his
lower abdomen.

   Fortunately for him, deep though the wound was, the shrapnel piece had
missed the main artery. With its spent force, it hadn't buried itself deep
into his flesh and she was able to pull it out, staunching the wound of the
flowing blood. She sprinkled some sulphanilamide powder into the wound and
taped some gauze over it. As she finished, an ambulance drew up and she
called out to the driver if he had room for one more. He had, and climbed
out to help Julie get David onto a stretcher which they loaded into the
last space in the back of the ambulance.

   `I've lost my nurse somewhere, so you'd better climb aboard and we'll
get this lot back to the hospital, if it's still there that is. The town's
been hit as well so I've been told.'

   He helped Julie up into the back and closed the doors behind her. In the
dimly lit interior, she could see that the other three stretchers were
occupied and as the ambulance moved off, she checked and found that they
were all alive but unconscious. David was the same, but was moving about
fretfully. She had to hold on tight as the vehicle bounced around, hitting
holes or debris as it made its way from the airfield en route to the
hospital.

   One big jolt sent Julie to her knees down beside David's stretcher. It
had also caused him to groan and she could see that blood was coming
through the thin blanket that covered his lower half. She got the aid box
down that all ambulances carried and placed it on the floor and opened it
up before pulling down the blanket that covered David and gave out a gasp.

   Not at the sight of the blood soaked gauze, but at his large erection
that lay across it. It was only in the last few weeks that she had seen a
man's genitals in the flesh, having discounted statues and paintings, and
then they had only been in the flaccid state as had David's when she had
originally dealt with his wound. But his was the first time she had seen a
penis at its full potential and marvelled at the size it had grown from
when she had first seen it.

   For a few moments she watched as with every jolt of the vehicle his
erection bounced onto his wound causing him to groan each time. She quickly
prepared a fresh dressing ready and laid it on his stomach as she tried to
removed his soiled one. But his bouncing cock hampered her. She tried using
the back of her hand to keep it out of the way, but that didn't
work. Besides, her eyes kept being drawn to that large piece of flesh,
blood smeared though it was, the sight of it gave her a tingling sensation
in the pit of her stomach.

   Her heart started to beat a little faster as her hand went out and
finally grasped it, and was surprised at the hardness and strength of it as
she held it upright. It was hot in her hand and she could feel his pulse
rate as the blood flowed round it. This is the heart beat of a man she
thought to herself. Now she understood the nuances of the romance stories
she had read as a child. This is what the ladies swooned over, what brought
the flush to their faces as it did to hers as she held this hard pulsating
piece of flesh in her hand. Not only did her cheeks burn, she had a warmth
spreading in her lower body.

   It was difficult trying to hold his erection out of the way whilst
trying to change the dressing with the other. With the ambulance bouncing
at every turn of the wheel, her hand was jerking up and down on his
shaft. His increased groaning worried her and she felt his erection swell
even more in her hand and looked up at it just as he ejaculated.

   The semen spurting out surprised her as it shot everywhere with the
shaking movement of her hand. Over her hand, his stomach, the blanket, and
some of it even splashed onto her face, sticking to her lower lip. This she
subconsciously licked off with her tongue and was surprised again at the
taste of it, slightly salty but not unpleasant. To confirm this, she licked
some more off of the back of her hand. With the last dribbles coming from
the eye of his penis, she could feel the hardness starting to leave and
after letting go of it to clean his splashing, saw that it had visibly
shrunken enough for her to push it to one side for her to finish off the
redressing of his wound.

   As she finished off her ministrations to him, the ambulance drew up at
the hospital. Orderlies were there waiting to unload the occupants and as
they started to whisk them away, she heard David say in a whispered voice,
'Thank you.'

   With the ambulance now empty, Julie joined the driver in the cab for the
return journey to the airfield. They were not the only ambulance running
that night, but they still did four more runs before they could say that
they were finished for the night. The driver dropped off a very tired Julie
outside the female bachelor quarters, though badly in need of sleep, she
still had to have a shower to clean off the dirt, sweat and blood.

   In her room, she quickly stripped off her soiled uniform and
underclothes and put on her robe and went down to the showers. With it
being the early hours of the morning and as well as being the last nurse to
return to quarters, she had the shower room to herself. Bliss, she said to
herself. With no one else there, she had plenty of hot water as opposed to
when four or five of them were showering at the same time. Then you were
lucky if there was any warmth in the water at all.

   While soaping herself, her mind went back to David and that rampant
penis she could vividly remember holding. The feeling of its power and
strength and seeing the sperm shoot out high and wide and instinctively
licked her lips again, trying to recapture the taste. Her hand was soaping
between her legs and she felt that strange warmth again in the pit of her
stomach and her legs suddenly started to ache. She knew then that she
wanted to hold that proud piece of manhood again, to feel the strength and
raw power pulsate in her hand. She didn't quite understand the feelings
that were flowing through her body, only that she had to see him again.

   This won't do, she said to herself as she rinsed her body, I've got to
get some sleep. Dried and powdered, she crept into bed, and with a pillow
tucked tight in between her thighs, she soon went off to sleep.

   It was two days later before she found time to ask in the hospital what
ward David Collins was in, having found out his name earlier. A side ward
on the third floor she was informed. Julie knew that this floor was really
a collection of small rooms that had two beds in each one, but they were
referred to as `side wards'.

   She made her way up and found his room with him occupying the bed
nearest the window, the other bed being empty. She closed the door behind
her and looked at the man she had come up to see. She thought he looked
quite handsome now that he was cleaned up. It was a full face, blue eyes
and light brown hair. His muscular arms were out on the bed cover with his
hands heavily bandaged. He needs a shave was her next thought.

   `Hello,' she said shyly. `My name's Julie. How are you feeling now?' He
gave her a smile, showing a row of straight white teeth as she approached
his bed.

   `Much better since you looked after me,' was the reply with a grin. She
coloured up slightly at seeing the glint in his eyes.

   `How did you know it was me?' she blushed.

   `I recognised you from the ambulance. I wasn't unconscious the whole
time. You had a profound effect on me when I first saw you...as you saw for
yourself, and I thank you for helping me.' He raised up his bandaged
hands. `As you can see, I couldn't have done it myself. Would you please
let me kiss you as it's the only way at the moment that I can thank you.'

   Julie nodded and couldn't help herself from moving closer to the bedside
and leant over and let him kiss her. His mouth was soft and tender on hers
and she held the kiss longer than she had intended. The kiss was finally
broken, leaving them both breathless.

   `You've done it again' he said in a low voice, and lifting his arms,
`take a look.' Her hand went to the top of the sheet and she paused, hand
held poised as she looked back at the door.

   `Go and lock it,' David said softly. She did as he asked, her legs
moving of their own accord as she moved over and locked the door and
returned to the bed, her eyes cast down. Not daring to look at his face,
her hand was trembling as she took hold of the sheet and drew it down.

   His erection was as large as she remembered it, laying hard and big on
his stomach, almost touching his navel. Her eyes noted the dressing on his
inner thigh covering his wound, but it was his penis, quivering and
throbbing that held her attention. She stood transfixed as she watched the
pulse beat in a large vein, every beat making that erection move.

   `Take it in your hand again, like you did before,' David said, still
speaking softly.

   Julie's leg trembled as did her hand when she let go of the sheet and
reached for his organ. Her fingers were cool compared to the heat she felt
as she grasped it and held it upright. At her touch, David's head sank back
into the pillow and he closed his eyes. Julie didn't need to be told what
to do. Her hand started to move up and down, the soft outer skin moving
with her hand over the hard muscle that it sheathed. She was enjoying the
thrill of feeling it throb and pulsate as she masturbated him.

   With his eyes still closed, David murmured in a tight voice, `I'm nearly
there Julie.'

   `What do I do?' she asked. `Last time it shot everywhere and was so
sticky.'

   `It only gets sticky when it comes into contact with the air. Put your
mouth over it. Don't worry,' he chuckled, `you won't get pregnant this
way.' He gave out a groan and his legs started to twitch. `It's coming,' he
gasped.

   With her hand still moving up and down, she quickly, without hesitation
or thought, bent her head and took the pulsing head of his erection into
her mouth. With her lips firmly clamped round the top of his shaft, she
continued with the hand movements.

   Automatically, her head started to move up and down in an opposite
motion to her hand. She could feel a wetness between her own thighs as
fluid started to seep into her knickers as his sperm erupted into her
mouth. She gagged at the force of it and swallowed just in time as another
jet hit the back of her throat. She sucked on the head of his cock as he
kept coming, her hand helping it on its upward journey. With the contents
of his balls empty, she licked off the last remaining drops off his still
erect organ. She then lifted her head up with a small smile on her
face. David opened his eyes, a look of gratitude was in them.

   `Thank you again,' he whispered. He opened his mouth to speak some more,
but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He was tongue tied at the
lovely smile that she was bestowing on him. God she's beautiful, he
thought, I wonder if her body under that uniform befits the face.

   `Julie. My darling..., can...can I say that? You've done so much for me
that,...that, oh hell. Julie, I think I'm falling in love with you.'

   `Don't be silly,' she replied, her heart beating wildly inside her
breast. Does he? Does he? Her mind beating out in time with the hammering
of her heart. `We've only met twice!'

   `But look what's happened both times,' he interrupted. `You saved me
from bleeding to death. You then arouse a passion within me, then stopped
me from exploding. Just seeing you walk through that door caused another
rise of passion, and again you relieved me. I think that there is a
possibility that my love for you is being returned.'

   With her eyes averted, she straightened the sheet around him, her heart
still pounding for what he had said was true. She did want him and the
wetness between her thighs and the throbbing ache there told her that this
was what she wanted to ease that ache. Not just to take him in her mouth,
but in that part of her body that ached so much. She trembled again as she
tried to visualize it, to want to feel what it would be like for him to put
his erection into that wetness and soothe and maybe quench the fire that
was now burning inside her lower belly. She gave a sob and tears welled up
in her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks as she leant over and
kissed him. Kissed him with a passion she didn't know she was capable of.

   `Yes, yes, yes,' she sobbed. `I do love you and want to do anything and
everything for you to help you get better, to...to.'

   He stopped her babbling with another kiss, his arms round her, holding
her as tight as his bandaged hands would allow, unable to do more.

   `Julie darling,' he said into her hair. `Come and see me every day. I
want to see you every day to tell you that I love you. I'll live only to
see you come through that door. Say you will, please!'

   `I'll come as often as I can darling,' Julie answered, `but I've got to
go now. I've been away from my duties too long now as it is, and they might
be looking for me.'

   She gave him a quick kiss and went over and unlocked the door, and after
a quick peek outside to see if the corridor was clear, blew him a kiss and
with a wave, left his room.

   It was two days before she could get away from her duties and visit
David again in his room. Being a young lusty man, his prick rose to the
occasion at her entrance and she relieved him again with her mouth.

   `Darling,' he whispered into her as she half lay on the bed with him
after having cleaned and tidied him up. `Next time you come, wear a white
doctor's coat.'

   `But I'm a nurse, not a doctor.'

   `I'm saying this all wrong, but all I ever see of you is in a nurse's
uniform. If you weren't wearing it under the coat, well..., oh hell.' He
gestured with his bandaged hands at himself. `You've seen me under this
white sheet,' he said hoarsely. `Then maybe I could see you under a white
coat.' Then she realised what he was asking her to do.

   `You mean to wear nothing under it?' she asked in a strangled voice.

   `Nobody would know the difference,' he said. She felt a lovely tickle
run up and down her spine at the thought of what he wanted her to
do. `You've seen my naked flesh, and...and it would make me very happy to
be able to see you. If you were to leave the top buttons undone and bent
over to kiss me, maybe, just maybe,' he gave her a sweet smile, `I might be
able to see something of you.' He cast his eyes down and carried on in his
thick and hoarse voice. `You don't have to if you don't want to. You excite
me enough just by being here with me.'

   Julie's body tingled at his suggestion at being naked beneath a white
coat, and as he said, who would know? Her heart rate increased it was so
daring, so outrageous, so exciting!

   So on her next visit to him, she stopped off at a ladies toilet and went
into a cubicle and completely undressed. She could feel a hot flush infuse
her naked body as she donned the white coat, leaving the top two buttons
undone. She folded up her uniform and hid it in a corner of the ladies,
hoping nobody would find it before she came back to change.

   Before leaving the toilets, she looked at herself in the mirror, running
her hands down the sides of the coat to see if it was noticeable that she
was not wearing any clothes underneath. It was the first time since
adolescence that she had not worn a brassiere during the day and gave a
nervous flick to her hair in front of the mirror before leaving the safety
that the toilets provided.

   She walked very self consciously down the corridor and started to quake
as two orderlies, talking to each other, approached and with a brief hello,
passed on by. Her nipples had hardened at being spoken to and was feeling
the tremors of butterflies in her stomach as a doctor went past without a
word.

   She reached David's room and quickly went in, locking the door behind
her before she leaned back against it. Her chest was heaving and her face
was very flushed. A look of concern crossed David's face and Julie gave out
a shrill laugh at his expression.

   `Before you ask, no, nothing's wrong. It was so exciting. I passed three
people and they didn't know. It even made my...' She blushed at what she
had nearly said, but David was quick enough to pick up on it.

   `Even made your...what? Come on, tell me. Even made your what?'

   `It...it...made...it made my...you know. The tips of my... the...er,
nipples get hard, and they sort of scratched against the inside of the
coat. I thought they might have noticed, but they didn't.'

   `Come closer,' David beckoned to her, `show me what you mean.'

   Julie moved slowly to the bedside and she could feel them getting hard
again. This was going to be the first time that a man would see her
breasts. Her service examination had been done by a female doctor, but now
she was going to show her breasts for a sexual purpose. Her breathing was
becoming shallow as an excitement started to build up within her.

   What with her hands feeling clammy and her heart beat increasing, she
could feel this wetness again between her thighs. But without her knickers,
the fluid started to slowly run down the inside of her leg as she moved
forward, undoing another two buttons and pulled aside the top front of her
coat.

   David gasped at the sight of the two beautiful full breasts that were
presented for him to gaze upon. The nipples hard and tight, making the
aureoles pucker slightly at being stretched so.

   `What a lovely sight. May I be struck blind if I ever see anything as
wonderful again.'

   Julie positively glowed at his comments and did a slight turn for him to
see them in profile, drawing the coat even further open.

   `Aaaargh what torment you are causing Julie. Julie darling, come
closer,' and he held out his arms. `I can't touch them, but please,' he
begged, his eyes pleading, `let me kiss and suck them.'

   She moved closer still and leaned over him and let him take one breast
into his mouth. The nipple rubbed against his teeth and her legs quivered
at this touch, and then he sucked in as much of her breast as he could. She
could feel his tongue moving across the nipple, and the flow of fluid down
her leg increased as she pushed back the sheet and took hold of his
erection. He broke contact with her breast to gasp in some air as her cool
hand touched his fiery member.

   `Now, now, now. I can't hold it back,' he croaked out between gritted
teeth, sweat popping out on his brow. She was just in time to move and take
the straining head of his penis into her mouth as the sperm started to
shoot out, hitting the back of her throat. He gave out a groan as his hips
bucked and he rammed his erection hard up into her mouth as he came.

   As she gently licked off the drops from his subsiding erection, he
stroked her hair with a bandaged hand.

   `Darling, I can't wait for the time to show you some pleasure. I want to
do to you what you have been doing for me, and then,...then.'

   She covered him back up and with her breasts still standing out proud
from her white coat, smiled at him and said that she could wait. From then
on, she always went into his room wearing a white coat and being naked
underneath.

    It was just over six weeks from the bombing that she entered the room
and found that he wasn't in bed, but standing by the window. He turned and
took her into his arms and gave her a long, long kiss. She was glad that he
was taller, though not by much, but enough for her to have to tilt her head
slightly back-wards as she had seen all the movie stars do when they were
kissed in the final scenes. He led her back to the bed and told her to lie
down, which she did as he had asked and lay there looking up at him. He
stood there in his hospital shift and watched as he shrugged it off,
letting it fall to the floor and stood naked in front of her, his erection
sticking well out in front of him.

   A warmth flooded her belly as she knew what was going to happen. She had
been trying to visualise this ever since she had known she was in love with
him. That big cock of his was going to be put inside her and her own
womanly body was telling her exactly where it was going to go. She was wet
enough down there, but was it capable of taking that huge thing that was
dancing before her eyes.

   This is the moment of truth she thought. I am about to lose my virginity
and possibly get some answers to the long unanswered questions she had
wondered about since puberty. Their eyes locked as she slowly unbuttoned
the white coat until it was just the folds of this coat that covered her
body from his eager eyes. She took a deep breath and said to herself, here
we go, and pulled both sides of the coat away from her naked body.

   David just stood there looking at her and she could see he wasn't
breathing. He just looked and looked until nature took over and told him to
breathe. His body shuddered, making his cock tremble and bounce as he took
in a deep breath.

   `Sit up,' he said hoarsely, `and take your arms out of the coat.'

   He marvelled at the sight of her full moving breasts as she did as he
asked. They bounced about as she got the coat off and lay down again. He
gently sat down at her side and slowly eased himself onto the bed,
favouring his injured thigh till he lay against her, his erection squashed
up against her hot thigh.

   `You'll have to help me a little,' he said as they both twisted their
heads to kiss.

   `Just tell me what to do,' she breathed into his open mouth.

   `Open your legs and help me move in between them.'

   She did as she was told and helped him roll over and on top of her. He
took most of his upper body weight on his forearms and could feel that his
cock was being squashed on her belly between them. He kissed her as he lay
on top and then by lifting himself up onto his knees, she felt his erection
slide off her stomach and fall down between her thighs. He could feel the
wet bush with the tip of his penis, but couldn't quite get into position
properly.

   `Sorry darling, but you'll have to help here. Just reach down and hold
it by the entrance.'

   Her hand went down and with the tips of her fingers, took hold of the
head of his cock and guided it between the folds of flesh until she felt it
touch the burning part of her body. She quickly let go and laid back
waiting for him to start. Her heart was beating fast as the tip of his
penis slowly entered her body, the juices allowing it to be a smooth
entry. The vagina then took it in up to the obstruction of her hymen. She
felt him pause at this resistance, the throbbing of his cock very vibrant
inside her.

   He gave a push and there was a sharp pain as he broke through the
barrier of her virginity and then the whole length of him slid up into
her. She gave a gasp at the breaking of her hymen and then gave another as
he filled her. The burst of the warmth, the surge of love, the flowing of
juices, all these added up to the fulfilment that she now truly a
woman. The smells of sex, sweat and her own body powder were a heady aroma
so acute, that her body shuddered at the impact that all these made on her
senses.

   He lifted his hips and his cock started to slide back out, and her
vaginal muscles that had never been used before, tried to grip the intruder
inside, but she needn't have, because he only moved so that he could then
plunge forward to fill her again and again. She cried out with joy of that
hard flesh of David that she had been worshipping over the past few weeks
was now giving her a pleasure that she had never known before.

   If this is what she'd heard other girls speak of as being fucked as he
moved himself in and out of her, she blushed at her mental use of the word,
never having uttered it herself, she wanted to be fucked every day. Fuck me
David, every day of my life. Fuck me she repeated to herself, now beginning
to push herself up to meet his downward thrusts, fuck me, fuck me David, oh
keep on fucking me.

   A sudden surge from within her own body caught her by surprise as she
had her first orgasm. It flooded down and washed away her senses and David
felt her let go and his own coming shot out into her and the two fluids
mixed. She never felt his coming as she was so caught up in the throes of
her own passion, loving the sensations and the man that was causing them.

   Utterly spent and exhausted, she let David's full weight lay on her as
they both gasped for breath at this ultimate joining of the two of
them. She could feel his heart beat racing like hers and saw that it
matched the pulse that throbbed in his throat. She liked and revelled at
his weight and the fact that she was still holding him inside herself. She
put her arms up around him and squeezed him with all her might as she
kissed him.

   They lay like this for some time till David finally stirred and lifted
his body up off of Julie, his penis slowly slipping out of her. She gave
out a whimper as she felt him withdraw and the cold air brushed up between
her legs. A void again, she thought. I'm empty! I've just been filled to
overflowing and in two seconds I'm missing it already. It had felt so
comfortable, his prick being buried deep within her.

   She watched as David struggled and got off the bed, his penis having
almost wilted back down to its normal size. He managed to scoop up the
hospital gown from the floor with a little difficulty and got his arms back
through the sleeve holes and settle it on his body. He looked over at her
fondly as she still lay there on the bed, her legs and body still open to
his gaze as her arms came up in an invitation to which he answered and went
and held her. In the embrace they kissed each other as sweetly as a
butterfly touches a flower.

   This then became the pattern for the rest of David's stay in the
hospital. If she had the time, she would enter his room in the doctor's
coat and they would make love to each other. If she could only get to his
room wearing her nurse's uniform, she would give him oral sex.

   It was about two months later that she started throwing up in the
mornings, putting it down to the erratic working hours and wartime
rations. She never mentioned it to anyone and it was only after missing her
second period that the truth hit home. She didn't want anyone at the
hospital to know, so she visited a doctor in town who confirmed that she
was indeed pregnant.

   She visited David the next day as usual, who was very shortly to be
discharged from the hospital. She had promised herself that she wouldn't
say anything to him, but as soon as she saw his smiling face, her resolve
broke and she started to cry. He quickly lumbered off the bed and held her
in his arms, asking whatever was the matter. He led her to the bed and sat
down with her, holding her tight as she sobbed on his shoulder.

   From between the sobs, she told him and of how she hadn't wanted to tell
him because she was afraid he might leave her. He kept on stroking her hair
and hugging her saying it was the most wonderful news that he'd ever
heard. He then went on to say that as soon as he was out of the hospital,
they would get married. She kissed him with her tear stained lips as she
clung tightly to him and told him over and over again as to how much she
loved him.

   It was the only time in all the days that she had visited him in that
room that they didn't have sex in one form or another.

   Upon his discharge from the hospital a few days later, they went
straight to the registry office to set upon a date to get married. The date
was settled to be two weeks hence and it was somewhat fortunate that the
registry office was not in the Town Hall that was still a ruin from the
bombing of three months earlier.

   Apart from seeing about getting married, the next thing he wanted most
was a pint of beer, so they went to a pub and had lunch and he had two
pints while she had two halves. They talked of the future and as to what
name should they give the child. Where would they go for a honeymoon and
what would they do after the war?

   For the first they couldn't agree because she wanted a boy. A boy to
grow up and be as handsome, and with a grin, as well endowed as his
father. He laughed and said that it had to be a girl, so that she could
grow up and be as beautiful as her mother. So it was agreed that David
would choose the name if it was a daughter, and she would choose if it were
a son.

   The question of the honeymoon had its limitations because of the war. He
was on sick leave so it was no problem for him, but she was still needed at
the hospital, short staffed as always, so it was agreed that they would
save it up until the war was over. As to what they would do after the
conflict was over and where they would live, he hushed her up on this
point.

   `I'll show you after we've finished our lunch,' he promised her.

   With the meal over, they wrapped up well because winter was now letting
itself be known that it was coming. He took up his stick and without
rushing, slowly made their way out of the pub.

   `We'll walk. I could do with the exercise after that long in bed. They
said that I will probably have this limp for the rest of my life, or with
plenty of exercise, it would lessen or go completely. Besides, it's not far
to where I want to take you.'

   They walked past the bombed out Town Hall and turned into Beach Road
where David stopped suddenly, making Julie stumble.

   `My God,' David whispered. `Half the street's gone. Where are all the
houses?' tears had come to his eyes as he looked at the ruins that ran down
to the coast road. He leaned heavily on Julie as they made their way slowly
down the road.

   Passing piles of masonry with beams sticking out like broken stumps of
blackened teeth. Some houses still had the odd wall standing, one still had
a complete roof somehow still being held up by only two walls. A strong
wind would soon bring that down passed through David's mind as they carried
on. Bathroom fittings and broken furniture was still scattered about though
they could see that some of the properties had either been salvaged or
scavenged.

   `These were beautiful houses. Early Victorian you know. What a waste,
what a waste,' David lamented. `My house is, or was one of these, further
down the road.'

   `Well it looks as if one of them is at least still standing down near
the end,' said Julie, pointing. `See it?'

   `Is it possible?' David asked in a strangled voice, wiping the tears
from his eyes for a better look. `Could it be?' He started to limp along
faster, Julie hanging onto his arm in case he should stumble. `By God it
is!' He cried, stopping suddenly, whirling round and clasping Julie in an
embrace as he tried to swing her in his arms. `It is! It's still
there. That's my house. My home, ` he cried as he kissed her, `Our home
darling.' He kissed her again saying the words, `Our home,' several times,
breathing the words into her ear as he hugged her tight. `Come on, come
on. Let's see if it is all standing and not just the front.' He turned and
took her hand and hurried her as fast as he could for the rest of the way
until he turned into the garden of number thirty six, stopping just inside
the lop sided front gate. They then both looked at the house, flanked by
ruins on either side.

   It was an imposing style of, as he had said, early Victorian
architecture with three wide steps that led up to an imposing heavy front
door, flanked by two fluted columns. Above the door was a fantail of
coloured glass that was matched down either side of the door. There were
two large windows on either side of the portal and six on the floor
above. They were either six large rooms or three huge ones, Julie
thought. Then jutting out from the roof which was of grey slates, some of
which were missing, were three large dormer casements. All of which were
without glass which must have been shattered during the raid. David glanced
at the ruin of the house next door and saw that there were plenty of slates
lying around. Enough to repair the roof, he thought.

   `What do you think of it?' he proudly asked, hugging her to him. `Would
you like living here with me?'

   `Oooh yes,' Julie replied, it's lovely.' She returned his hug and taking
his hand and placing it on her stomach. `We're going to love it here.' They
then went arm in arm into the house for him to take her on a tour of the
building. He breathlessly told her of his future plans for himself and for
the house and begged that she believe that it could be done and would she
help him achieve his dream? Caught up in his enthusiasm, she readily agreed
and asked of him as they stood by one of the large windows on the upper
floor.

   `What shall we call it?' she asked. David waved at the vista from the
window.

   `Look. Now that those other houses aren't there, you can see the
sea. It's a sea view, so let's call it that. The Sea View Hotel.'

   `No,' protested Julie. `Not hotel. They're too impersonal. We should be
more homier if you know what I mean. Not a guest house or just doing bed
and breakfast either. Let's just call it Sea View. What do you think?'

   `Perfect. As you are my sweet,' David laughed as he swung her round,
hiding a wince at the effort. `You are so right. Sea View it is!' He took
her into his arms and they kissed and licked each other's nose, laughing.

   He started to undo the buttons of her uniform and as each piece came
free, he dropped it to the floor. She, in response, was undoing his clothes
and discarding them in the same way. With both of them naked, they stood
looking at each other and his body could clearly be seen to be responding
to the situation by his prick, thickening and rising to a full erection.

   `Why sir!' she did a curtsey. `Methinks thou has taken a fancy to the
wench before thee.'

   `Aye lass, thou dost think right. Kneel before your Lord and master.'

   `Thou are not my Lord and master yet dear sire. Not until another two
weeks hence,' she winked at him. `But I will kneel to thee if thou dost
agree to take supper at my bench after.' He gave her a quizzical look so
she gave out a little laugh and slightly parting her legs, gave a short
forward thrust of her hips. `If I can feast on thee, the least that thou
can do sire is to return the compliment and take your repast of me.'

   Comprehension dawned on him with her body movements and bowed before
speaking again.

   `Thy offer will be honoured wench, and so,' he commanded with an
imperious wave of his bandaged hand towards the floor. `Kneel and pay
homage to the sceptre and orbs before you.' She grinned at this exchange of
dialogue and knelt down before him and lifted her hand.

   `May I my Lord? May I take this sword and place it in a somewhat small
but respectable scabbard?'

   He stood with his legs astride and his bandaged hands on his hips, his
erection stiff and hard, just a few inches from her face. He gave a
gracious wave of his hand towards his throbbing prick, so she leaned
forward and took him into her hand before opening her mouth and taking him
inside it.

   Practice, they say, makes perfect. She'd had plenty of practice over the
past few months with this piece of flesh. She knew where to nibble with her
teeth and where to run her tongue round the inside of his foreskin, and
when to tease the eye of his penis with her hot breath. She fondled his
balls as she sucked, gently moving them about, stirring up the contents and
then with the use of her thumb, could control their emission by blocking
off the tube. She continued to work her head on him, feeling the pressure
mounting up inside him. His hands had come down to her head to help her to
move backwards and forwards, tightening their grip around her ears as he
started to come.

   She didn't need to be told he was about to erupt as she could tell by
the contraction of his sac, the pulse beat of his prick that throbbed in
her mouth knew it was about to happen. Julie felt the surge up his shaft
that sent a jet of sperm into the back of her throat. She stemmed the tide
with her thumb and swallowed his first emission and released him for the
second stream to splash itself inside her mouth. How she loved feeling the
hardness of him in her mouth, the smell of his pubic hairs and above all,
the taste of his sperm. Her own love juices had started to flow and were
now starting to trickle down the inside of her inner thigh.

   She washed the end of his cock with her tongue when he had finished, and
slowly rose up to stand proudly in front of him. Her heart thumping and her
breasts aquiver as she knew she was about, in the next few minutes of him
going down to see to her secret desire. She gave him a wide smile that was
full of love.

   `I trust I've served you well sire?'

   She ran her hands up her sides and up to and over her full breasts,
pushing then together so that as they were squashed together, they bulged
out over her hands. `These are going to get larger before they get
smaller. But sire, tis the time for thy lunch. My box is full to
overflowing for thee to sample.' She took his still half erect member in
her hand and used it to pull him towards a table in the centre of the room.

   There, she let him go as she first sat on it and then laid herself back
down onto its surface. Her legs hung over the edge and she lifted and
opened them for him to see what was on offer for his lunch. He quickly went
and knelt down between her legs and lifted them so that they rested on his
shoulders.

   `For what we are about to receive, may we be forever grateful,' David
said before he buried his face for the first time into the delightful lunch
box that Julie have graciously offered to him. His face was instantly
smeared in her fluids that had been steadily pumped out between events, and
it took him a little time to clear the area for him to find and attach
himself to her clitoris.

   Then he set to work on raising that little bud to a hardness that his
teeth could nibble upon. She thrashed about as his teeth rasped this hard
knob of flesh, giving impetuous to the orgasm that had been building up and
now exploded inside of her. She shuddered and moaned at this release and
again closed her thighs to smother him.

   Julie looked over her breasts and down her body as the wet grinning face
of her husband soon to be looked up at her.

   `Enough,' the image of this wet faced individual cried. `I can't keep up
with you. You're sending down more than I can take,' he laughed, `thy
basket is too full for a man of my poor appetite. May I concede victory to
you oh fair maid?' he said getting up from his knees. `You took all I had
to give, but I failed in my response and I concede defeat, but I still love
you.' He laughed and then smeared his wet face as he laughed, all over her
stomach. Julie laughed and pulled him up and over onto her and kissed him
lovingly.

   `My poor knight,' she crooned between kisses and cradled his head on her
ample breasts. `I can feel thy broken lance between my thighs, but I do
believe that come the morrow, it should be mended and that we can once more
enter the lists to joust.'

   He laughed out loud and hugged her before relieving her of his weight
and then helping her off the table. They gathered together their clothes
and they slowly, casting loving looks at each other as they covered
themselves as they got dressed.

   They later sat downstairs in the kitchen and had tea while making plans
for turning the house over into the kind of establishment that would make
people feel as though they were at home and not residing in an hotel. It
was dark by the time they had their first draft of plans done.

   `Look at the time!' she exclaimed, looking at her watch. `I must get
back to quarters.'

   `Stay here for the night,' David suggested.

   `No David. We agreed,' she said, touching his hand. `That until we are
married, I'll stay in quarters.' She held up her hand to stop his
protests. `No arguments, because it wouldn't be seen to be right. It's only
for another two weeks and then we'll have the rest of our lives together.'

   David gave in to her wishes, but insisting, in spite of his limp, to
escort her back to her quarters adjacent to the hospital. They kissed
goodnight at the entrance and he waited till she was safely inside before
turning to make his way back home. Home to Sea View. He liked the sound of
that. It was a good name being so close to the sea and the view that they
had.

   Wait a minute he said to himself, stopping outside the bombed Town Hall
and looking at the ruin. There were two houses between his property and the
sea front before the night of the raid. Two piles of rubble like this Town
Hall, and, he added, the Land registry Office had once been in the Town
Hall. Thinking furiously, he hurried on down Beach Road as fast as his limp
allowed.

   When he reached the gate of his house, he didn't stop, but carried on
down to the corner of the road and looked at the remains of the last two
houses he had just passed. His own house standing out in the faint glow of
the waning moon. He followed the fence round till it lined up with the rear
of his own garden. Many thoughts raced through his mind as he stood there
looking, wondering as to how he could keep the view that was now a fact.

   He retraced his steps back up the road to his own house and was soon
inside and went to bed hoping that while he slept, he might find an answer
to his problem.

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