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Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's -rewritten Chapter 1
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:18:20 GMT
Chapter One - It all begins
This is a chronicle of my personal experiences. I am not ashamed
to admit that I am 57 years old and if I could have happen to me
what happened in my teen years, I would do over again the same
way. At age 17 (in 1956) something happened that changed the lives
of my twin sister, a few of our friends and of course me. I have
tried to be honest in this story, but have used some 'poetic license'
wherever it was needed. Conversations are not totally as the
words were indeed spoken, the the content is very close.
The first time I wrote this story, it was my first writing attempt.
Many things were left out. I am taking my time and trying to
recreate the entire story. I have changed the names of my characters
not because any of them might object, but because I respect their
privacy. Yes all six of us are (or were) real people. We are
still very close to this day.
The 50's were a wonderful time to be a teenager. I feel so fortunate
to have been one during that truly 'Happy Days' era.
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I honestly can't remember a time in my life when I didn't like sex or
at least have sexual thoughts. My earliest recollections were with
Sharon, the girl across the street, along with my twin sister Ellen.
We were all 6 years old, Sharon being about 2 months younger than
Ellen and myself, I was the oldest by 15 minutes.
We lived in a fairly rural area. Every yard was on at least an
acre of property. We played at Sharon's because she had more
trees and buildings in her yard, plus her yard was all fenced in.
Her mother liked having us around to keep her company and would
make sure we had plenty of Koolade to drink.
As I said, we were all 6 years old. I was born in 1939, so this
was about 1946. I don't ever remember Sharon's mom coming out to
see if we were okay. I guess the sound of us laughing and chatting
was all she needed to keep 'an eye on us.'
We mostly played in her sandbox and in the playhouse her dad had
built for her. It was in this playhouse that we discovered a new
game, 'Doctor'. I was the doctor and the girls traded places being
the nurse and patient.
When a patient came in, she had to remove her clothes, and the
doctor would 'examine' her. We had a plastic stethoscope, and
we would use ice-cream sticks to examine down throats. The
examinations would always end with the doctor checking the patients
pee-pee.
We played enough times that after the first day I could tell that
there was a difference between Ellen's and Sharon's. Not a lot
of difference, but enough. This was really neat. I mentioned
this about the third time Ellen was the patient, and asked my
nurse to remove her clothes to see for herself. The person who
says when you've seen one, you've seen them all was wrong. Even
the two of them noticed small differences. Ellen seemed to have
small folds of skin that stuck between her 'crack' (or between her
two outer lips) while Sharon's just came together very smoothly.
The girls were getting tired of this game for the time being and
insisted that since the doctor was always seeing their pee-pee's,
they should get a chance to see his. For Ellen this was no big
deal. She and I were still taking baths together. But Sharon was
an only child, so she had never seen anything like what I had, not
even her father's by accident.
I pulled off my pants and took off my shirt, standing before
the two of them in my shoes and socks. Sharon was really
intrigued, this was something she couldn't believe existed.
I remember her touching it and jumping when it moved, I don't
remember if it moved because her hand was cold, or just because
she touched it. When she jumped back, she and Ellen started to
laugh. So Ellen touched it and again it moved on it's own. I
sure wasn't doing anything. Again they both laughed.
It was about this time because of the several glasses of Koolade
I had that I had to go pee. I couldn't go into the house because
I didn't have clothes on, and I couldn't go in the Playhouse.
The playhouse was built with a front door that could be seen
from the back porch of the real house, and a back door that looked
on to the garage. There was grass between the garage and it. So
I opened the back door and was holding my self in preparation
to go. Both girls ran to see what I was doing. I remember telling
them I had to go pee. They wanted to watch since I had something
to hang onto when I went. They oo'ed and aw'ed as the steady
stream squirted out of my full inch of manliness.
Nothing much happened the rest of the day. But from that time on,
playing doctor always included the doctor getting undressed for
the two nurses. We never considered that one of them could be the
doctor.
One day, because I had peed again in front of the two of them,
Sharon got brave and said she had to go too. Ellen agreed that
she had to go. I went first and after I finished I was shaking the
last drops out. Neither of the girls had seen me do this the first
time, so this was a novelty to them.
Sharon decided she was going to try to go standing up like I did.
She tried but it was such an unfamiliar position for her, she just
couldn't go. So she squatted down and went. When she was
finished, she shook her rear end, to try to get the last drops out.
Ellen asked her what she was doing, and she told her. Ellen
thought this was great, so she squatted down and let a solid
stream go. When she was finished she reached down and pushed
on her pussy to try to get the last drops out. Sharon and I didn't
realize it at the time, but Ellen's had had hit a sensitive spot
and she really enjoyed the feeling.
A few days later, when we were together again, Mrs. Meyer's (Sharon's
mother) had to go to the store, and would be gone for a while. She
knew we would be fine. It was a warm day and we all had been
drinking a lot of punch, I mean a lot. Within a few minutes of Mrs.
Meyer driving out of the yard we were all nude and all had to go.
We really got brave and went between the playhouse and the garage
out into the open in our 'one button suits'. Sharon just couldn't
hold it any longer. She hated squatting, so she sat on the edge
of a wooden box and spread her legs. I was so fascinated when
I saw her pee leave her pussy. It was really neat. I didn't
understand why it was so neat, but it was. Ellen liked the position
on the box, so she pulled another box over and facing Sharon she
spread her legs and let loose.
It was while watching them that I realized that not only did their
pee-pee's look different, but they 'piddled' different too. Sharon's
pee kind of flooded out of her, while Ellen's shot out like mine.
Really strange, and I pointed this out to them. Sharon had never
noticed anything unusual. Neither did Ellen. They had never
watched another girl go before, so the way they peed was the
way they thought every woman did. I have learned over the years
that not all women do in fact pee the same. They even make different
sounds when the pee, or I should say the sound of their peeing is
different one from another.
This was so much fun that none of us could wait until we had to go
again. That time came soon enough. Sharon had to go again. Her
mother still hadn't come back home so we had been playing in the
protected area all this time without our clothes on. She went over
to her new 'potty seat' and was ready to go again. I stopped her and
pointed out for Ellen and her to pay close attention to the difference
between their peeing. And then I did something that I had not
even done while playing doctor. Sharon sat on the edge of the box
with her legs spread. She was ready to go. Then I reached my
hands down and spread the lips of her pussy apart. I had never
touched her or Ellen that way before and don't know why I did it,
but I did. Sharon instead of being upset, just looked up at me and
smiled. While I was holding her two lips apart, I could see where
the pee was coming from. It was a little hole just like the one
at the end of my pee-pee. I called Ellen over to look and she
was absolutely shocked. She never imagined that that was where
it came from. She had never seen hers ofcourse and never even
thought about it. Sharon wanted to see the pee come out of
Ellen's hole, so she had me hold Ellen's lips apart.
I had mentioned the differences between the two pussies, well the
location of their urethras were also slightly different. Ellen's
hole was much closer to the top than Sharon's and when I was
holding her 'lips' apart, there was more 'meat' there. She seemed
to have two set's of lips. I held them apart as she let loose
a solid stream. With my help, she could pee almost as far
as I could.
The only other games we ever played with peeing was seeing
if we could pee together and all hit the same area. We gathered
in a circle and tried to splash our streams together.
I don't know what stopped us from our games, I guess it was the
summer ending and school starting.
Ellen and I continued to bath together until we were 8. Mom never
saw any harm in it.
We also shared the same bedroom until we were 9. Twins seem to
be very close even when they are opposite sex twins. This was very
much the case with Ellen and myself (and still is today). Most of
the nights, we would end up in bed together. We just seemed to sleep
a lot better when we were there together.
Both of us give off a lot of body heat when we are asleep. Mom made
me wear flannel pajamas, and Ellen wore an ankle length flannel
nightgown. So in our sleep we would get rid of the extra clothing.
I would wake up in the morning with the two of us snuggled together.
The most sexual part of this was as I was getting my 'little boy
hard ons" Ellen developed a habit of reaching down and hanging
on to it. I also developed a habit of resting my hand on her
pussy and sometimes between her legs. I never remember penetrating
it with my fingers, and I don't think either one of us knew what
we were doing or why we were doing it.
We were never caught in bed together. Dad used to call us from
downstairs to wake us up, while mom was fixing breakfast.
The big change came in 1948. My dad was extremely good with
his hands. When he got out of the Navy, he mortgaged our home and
built a small fabrication shop in town. When we started school, mom
would work in the office for him. We would go from school to the
shop and ride home from there.
Dad's business grew very rapidly. His skill and mom's integrity
with customers were an unbeatable team. I should give some time
about my mother because it explains a lot about my early teen
years.
My mother was a devout Christian lady. We went to Sunday School,
and then church every Sunday, and back for the "evening service",
and every Wednesday for "mid week service". Our church didn't allow
for smoking, drinking, dancing, etc. They were strict. Mother used
to make it a point to tithe 10% of the family business' income to the
church. It seemed to work, because we made really big money all
the time I was growing up.
He started the business in 1945, and by 1948, we had enough money
to have a swimming pool built in our backyard. Not only that, but
a small 'guest house' was built next to the pool. This was to be my
residence until I left for Dental School. My 'digs' consisted of a
living room, with a small kitchen, and a wonderful bedroom. The
only restrictions for me were to not touch the stove, I could
decorate my room any way I wanted. There was another door from
my room that led to a large bathroom. It was oversized because it
had a second door which led to the pool and was used as a dressing
room and bathroom for anyone using the pool.
Next to my bed was a vent on the floor between the bathroom
and my bedroom. If I would lay on my stomach, I had an unobstructed
view of the bathroom. I could see the toilet, door, and front of the
shower. I could also hear everything that went on in the bathroom.
This had some great moments for me too. I soon became a real live
peeping tom. Mother had a bunch of the ladies over from church
when we first built the pool. I was asked to stay in my room while
the ladies were using the pool. Her church did not allow 'mixed
bathing' among single people. I guess I might see something I
wasn't allowed to see.
I stayed in my room and lay down by the grill. I did see more
than I was supposed to see. I couldn't believe that they all
had to completely undress from their swimsuits, just to take a
pee (guys are so lucky). There were about a dozen of them that
first day, and I saw all dozen at least two or three times. The
only negative was that these were all old women in their late
twenties and early thirties. I really couldn't wait until some
young ones came in. This was the first time I ever saw pubic
hair on women. A couple of them showered, and that was another
treat. I did get very hard when they peeled off their suits and just
stood there in the nude.
I also learned a couple other things that day. Not all women
sound the same when they pee. And when a woman shits, it doesn't
smell any nicer than when a man shits. The grill worked both
ways and I would catch the fragrance as it drifted through the
grill. This was also the first time in my life I ever saw a woman
change her Kotex, and tampon. The pastor's wife came into the
bathroom. She hadn't been swimming with the others and was
dressed in a Sun dress. I saw her lift up her dress and pull down
her panties. I was surprised that she too had pubic hair, and that
she wore regular panties like the other women. But instead of
sitting on the toilet, she squatted in front of it and I thought she
was going to play with herself. But soon I saw her pull this
white thing out of herself. It was a string with something white
on the end. I couldn't tell at the time, but it did look like there
was blood on it. Then I saw her reach in her purse for this tube
and push the tube inside of herself. This was really a weird
behavior for the pastor's wife. She wrapped the white thing
in toilet paper and tossed it into my trash can.
There was one other woman who did something weird. When she
came in to pee, she had a big bandage under her panties. It was
pinned to an elastic band around her waste. She peed and then
took the old bandage off the elastic and got a new one from her
purse and replaced it. She wrapped the old one in toilet paper
and tossed it into my trash can. I remember wondering how she
got hurt 'down there' that she would be bleeding. I had not been
told about periods yet.
When the 'party' was over and everyone had gone, I locked the door
to the outside (this was what I was supposed to do anyway), and
looked at the trash can. I saw the two bundles of wrapped toilet
paper. Filled with curiosity, I unwrapped the large one. As I had
suspected, there was blood on it. I also saw two pubic hairs stuck
to the sides and so I removed them and carried them to a safe
place. I returned and saw what the pastor's wife had removed
from herself. It was really bloody. I remember thinking to myself
that she deserved that for shoving that tube inside of herself. She
shouldn't be putting things up there like that, they could hurt
her even worse.
If there was a non church group using the pool, I could join in.
I would swim for a while and usually excuse myself to go to
my viewing room.
My first real lesson in sex came from my cousin Delores. I had
three female cousins (on my dad's side of the family), two older
than me and one my age. Delores was 5 years older than me. I had
turned ten and she was 15. Rita was 3 years older and Corine was
two months younger.
We were swimming one day when I got out of the pool and laid on
the grass. For some reason my cock decided to get erect. Delores
came by me and looked down at my trunks. "What's that all
about Bill?"
I had no idea what she was talking about, "what?"
"Your peter is big and erect. Why?"
"Oh that. I don't know why." This wasn't the truth completely.
I had an idea why because of what I had learned from my friends.
But a boner was worthless to me. I couldn't pee when it was hard,
and you certainly couldn't run with one.
Ellen, Rita and Corine were still in the pool. Delores was
baby-sitting us this particular afternoon. She told the girls
that she had to help me with my homework and didn't
want us interrupting. With that she made me go to my room and
followed me in locking the door behind her.
"You do know what a hard peter is for don't you? Come on, the
truth. I want you to know."
"Well. It's for making babies in women."
"How is that done," she asked.
"I think the man touches his thing against the woman's and squirts
some stuff on it."
"That's close, but not quite complete. Take off your trunks."
I was shocked. I hadn't undressed in front of a girl for a couple
of years now, or almost. But she persisted, so I removed them.
By now I was soft again. But Delores sat on the bed and made me
stand in front of her. She proceeded to play with my cock. I had to
admit it felt really good. It was cold from the water and her hands
were warm. And then she bent down and kissed it. I wasn't sure
what that was all about, but it did feel nice. She then put it in
her mouth and started to suck on it. Now she was doing something
that was totally nasty. I peed from that, and she was putting it in
her mouth. "You shouldn't put that in your mouth," I told her.
"Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yes"
"Grown up women always do that for their men."
I guess I could get used to that. I know my cock could get used
to it, because it was really getting big. When it got really big,
Delores took her suit off. By now I had seen a lot of women nude.
I was used to the idea of the existence of pubic hair. "Bill have
you ever seen a woman's pussy before?"
I had, but one I wasn't familiar with the term, and two I would
never give away my peeping spot, so I smiled and said, "Of
course. Spider was outside near the pool, sleeping."
Delores laughed out loud. "No. That's a cat. I mean this,"
and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
I had seen more than I was supposed to by this age, but this was
even more interesting. It sure looked a whole lot more complicated
than I remembered Ellen's being.
"Take a closer look"
I moved in closer to study the whole picture. I was close enough
that I could smell her. I had never smelled a woman's pussy
before, but no one in the world needed to tell me what I was
smelling, instinct took over and for the first time in my young
life I was smelling sex, and I loved it.
"You can touch it, if you want to."
If I wanted to? Are you kidding? This was so fascinating I couldn't
believe it. I touched around it softly and reservedly. It was
really wet. I thought she was peeing on my bed, but I didn't care.
"Put your finger inside."
"Inside?" I thought, "you mean it goes deep inside? Deep enough
for my finger?" Then I remembered the pastor's wife putting that
tube inside of her, and I moved my finger inside Delores' pussy.
What a feeling. It was wet and warm. Even at my age, I knew this
was a place I wanted to crawl up into and stay for a while. This
felt really neat.
"Are you enjoying yourself Bill."
I was enthusiastic, "this is wonderful. I can't believe how nice
this feels here. I could keep my finger here all day."
"A man's finger doesn't go in there. Something else does. Do you
want to try it?"
Delores was not a dog. She was (and still is) a very beautiful
person. She helped me get into position and with her hand she
guided me into her. This was heaven. I couldn't believe I was
actually "fucking a woman."
I did for a while. But I hadn't even wanked off, so I wasn't sure
what to expect from myself. I didn't come this time, but it was
still a great feeling to try.
That was the first time with Delores. There were other 'lessons'.
Delores was really popular at school. By the standards of those
days, she was fairly promiscuous. But by today's standards, she
was normal. Her father, my uncle was Korean, so she had the
typical Eurasian beauty; long black hair, brown eyes, and delicate
facial features.
Over the next few weeks, she became my mentor. The reason she did
this, was the thrill of 'training' a man the way she wanted him
trained. I learned a lot in those few weeks, and was sworn to
total secrecy. I finally learned what the bandages I had seen women
wearing were all about (I had seen this several times by now, and
had gotten several pubic hairs from them over the weeks. What I
thought I would do with them I don't know. But I did save them.)
and what the tubes were for.
Delores taught me about oral sex and 'rimming'. She instructed me
in the correct way to masturbate. I was an eager student.
I have no idea where this would have gone except for the fact
that my aunt and uncle moved to a city some 30 miles away a
few month's later. I do know that this threw Delores for a
massive loss. She was really popular at highschool and now
she was starting all over. Her grades fell, her attitude got
bad, and she got pregnant. In those days, pregnancy out of
wedlock was a mortal sin. I give my mother a lot of credit.
Even though this was totally against everything she believed in,
she was the most understanding and supportive of Delores. When
the baby was born, she was the one who helped Delores raise her
daughter.
We had a big birthday party a few years ago for Delores. She turned
60 (Sept. 1994). I was able to get 'back home' to attend. She was
the one who picked me up at the airport. On our way back down along
the San Francisco bay on the peninsula, she got off the freeway
and pulled in front of a small home.
"I need to check on Jennifer's home. Why don't you come with me
while I check to see if everything is all right. She is in Europe for
a few weeks and I promised to water the lawn and flowers and
check the house."
Delores had been divorced from Ron for almost ten years. He had
been a heavy drinker, and I was to find out he had been impotent
for the last 15 years. Before we went into the house, Delores turned
on the sprinklers, "we need to stay here for a little while so the
lawn can get watered."
I was soon to find out that this was a well conceived plan by her.
She made it very obvious that she wanted something physical from me.
"Do you remember when we were kids? And all the things I taught
you about sex? I was curious if you have used those skills and
learned some new ones."
She didn't give me a chance to answer. She was practically
undressed while she was talking to me.
Time has been known to rob the human body of some of it's esthetic
beauty. Wrinkles have been known to creep onto the human flesh,
parts of the body sag a bit more, and a layer of fat can be seen to
exist in some areas never before occupied by it. But for her age,
Delores was exquisite. If there was a centerfold for an AARP
magazine, she was the candidate for the year. Her breasts showed
absolutely little if any sag. They were always nicely shaped anyway,
but they seemed almost youthful. She had a very small number of
stretch marks (after 4 babies). As she pulled off her panties
to reveal her bush I could plainly see that her hair was being
nicely dyed. Her pubic hair was 'salt and pepper' (But then
mine was getting that way too.)
I could never say no to her, and that was one afternoon I will
never forget. I had indeed learned some tricks she hadn't taught
me, and she had learned some tricks she had learned after my
lessons. The nice thing about our ages was that we had no fears
whatsoever of consequences. She was so good that it would be
worth the airfare from Los Angeles to San Francisco just to spend
another afternoon with her. The afternoon was important for both
of us.
After my cousins moved, sexual thrills were mostly visual. I had
a couple of very close friends who knew about my viewing area.
Both Terry and Dean would find reasons to do their homework
at my house when the weather got nice and my sister had friends
over for a swim. We would study and the moment we heard the
door of the shower room open, our books would go down on the
bed and we would 'hit the deck'. The three of us saw one heck
of a lot of pussy over the next few years. And my grades were
outstanding.
In the summer of 1953, I had finished my freshman year of high school.
As was the routine with my mother, we were going to spend one week
at a church youth camp, and the following two weeks at family church
camp. These camps were held at the churches campgrounds in the
mountains. I did enjoy the camps. It gave me a chance to renew
my friendships with kids from other cities in Northern California.
The camp was in a really nice setting, and there was a lot of
activity all the time. During the family camps I learned that if
I worked in the kitchen, I didn't have to sit through the hours of
'Hell fire and Brimstone' sermons. And thanks to a science
whiz from the central valley, Milton, I got some much needed
peeping in.
The shower rooms at the camp were basically four walls and no roof.
They had 7 or 8 shower nozzles on one wall and benches for dressing
on the opposite wall. Milton had figured out a wonderful spot that
the two of us could catch a great view of the entire showering area
of the women's shower room, both where the showered and where they
undressed.
The two of us would volunteer to wash the pots and pans, that way we
were always the last two in the kitchen. We would work really hard
to get them clean and put away. When we were finished, we would
scamper over to the shed where our viewing area was, and get on
the roof. It was a perfect place because no one went into shed and
the trees covered the front of it. Milton had two telescopes
with him, and permission from his parents to do star gazing at
night.
We did gazing, but never saw any stars. I had a better view in my
room, but this was more comfortable, and the subjects were varied.
I couldn't believe how some women looked in the nude. Our viewing
place was about fifty feet from the shower area, and with the
telescopes, you could count the wrinkles and freckles on the women's
bodies.
By now I had mastered the art of wanking off. And had become
quite proficient at it. I wanted to do so in the worse way on
several occasions the first night. Especially when Martha
from Modesto stepped into the shower. She undressed very slowly
as if she was putting on a show for us. She was 18 and ready to
go to college. She was at least six feet tall, and was breathtaking.
She had breasts that stood straight out from her body. For some
weird reason, she grabbed the nipples on her breasts and pulled
on them. The look she had on her face was not very saintly.
Obviously what she was doing felt good. She got into the water
and washed her pussy. After rinsing it she proceeded to masturbate.
I had honestly never seen a woman do this before and almost creamed
in my pants. I'm not so sure Milton didn't. She didn't reach an
orgasm, or at least I don't think so. She kept watching the door to
see if anyone was going to enter and catch her.
After she left I looked over to Milton. He looked like he was going
to pass out. "That was unbelievable," he uttered. "I have heard
of women doing that, but to see it."
We saw some of the older ladies too. Old Granny Johns. I think
she had to be in her late 70's. She spent more time getting all
her clothes off than most women spent getting wet. She had layers
of clothes on. And when she was finally nude, she ran to the
shower and set the world's record for the shortest shower in history.
She acted like she would go to Hell if another woman saw her body.
I'm sure all her sexual activity was done in the dark.
The younger women would shower together and this made for a nice
treat. Milton and I were able to make comparisons of women when
they were nude together.
We had timed it that we could stay in our area for about hour and a
half. After that I had to go to evening service. And every night
at evening service, I'd get under conviction so badly about what
I was doing that I'd go forward to be 'saved' again.
Nevertheless, I was back on the lookout the next night. This spot
finally was torn down to make way for new cabins. But it was
so much fun while it lasted. Milton and I saw well over a couple
hundred women shower over those two years of peeping.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 2
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:19:05 GMT
Chapter two - At 17 it begins
Ellen was never aware of the grill in my bedroom. She nor anyone
other than Milton ever knew about the campground spying. I have
no idea what Ellen's sexuality was like during this time. Mine was
raging out of control constantly. I had gotten to a point where I
couldn't wait for a pool party to happen. I had gotten pretty good
at identifying various women by the sound they made when they
peed. I had built up an impressive collection of pubic hair which
I kept in a small box on my desk, which I marked 'paper clips'.
I was wanking off on a regular basis, especially when Ellen
had her friends over for swimming parties.
I didn't spend all of my time this way. I was also involved very
much in boy scouts. Terry and I were Eagle Scouts at the same
time. He was my fishing and camping buddy. We were great campers
by age 16.
Our family business had grown and was still a success. Our parents
were working harder than ever it seemed. But neither one of them
ever complained to us two kids. Mom almost died giving us life and
she loved us very much. She wanted us to have very normal teen
aged lives and to enjoy our high school years with our friends.
Only during the summer was I required to work in the shop. And
at that it was three days a week. Dad wanted me to do well in
school and work with "my mind and not my hands." The only time
I ever saw him cry was the day I got my D.D.S. It was like he
wanted to say it was worth it all.
Ellen and I had the responsibility of taking care of the house and
yard. One day I was shoveling dirt to clear a pathway from the
side yard to the back. Dad and I would pour concrete there the next
day. There was a stone sunk deeply into the dirt. I put a lot of
pressure on it and the stone went flying hitting the bathroom
window. It created a triangular shaped hole in the window, about
and inch and a half high by two inches long. When dad came home
that night I told him about it and he just said we would fix it some
day.
The next week Sharon was spending the night with Ellen. My parents
were going to be at a missionary convention over the weekend and we
were left alone. I had seen Sharon's body several times over the
years,
and would do anything to see it again. I lamented over the fact that
we
had stopped playing doctor. She was awesome. She stood about 5'5",
with long blonde hair, and killer blue eyes. She was a cheerleader
at school and the one girl most of the guys at school wanted to
capture in the back seat of their car.
We were playing a board game and watching television that evening.
Ellen and Sharon decided they were tired and needed to go to bed. We
were taught to shower before going to bed, so I knew that the two of
them would be going to the bathroom before going to bed. I said
I was going to bed also and said good night to the two of them. I
went out the back door and quietly put a bucket up against the window
to peek inside the bathroom. I quietly climbed onto it and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. The light came on in the bathroom and
Sharon came in. She turned the water on in the shower and proceeded
to undress. I was feeling myself get hard in one heck of a hurry.
She was completely undressed and sat on the toilet to pee. About
that time my dog biff came charging into me, and knocked me off
balance. I just knew I had made a world of noise when I fell.
I scurried to put the bucket back into place and ran to the
safety of my room. I tried to see if the girls had caught me,
but I didn't really have a good view of the back door from my
room without going outside. So I just took my shower and went
to bed.
I had by now in life gotten over fears of a bogey man getting me,
so I never locked the door of my room while I was in it. About 3:00
the next morning I woke up to see two girls standing over me. It
was Sharon and Ellen.
"Did you get your jollies last night," asked Ellen
I knew immediately that to lie was not going to be the smart thing
to do. "No I didn't. Biff knocked me over too soon."
"What did you see then?"
I decided to play a little dumb so that I wouldn't give my grill view
area away. "I saw Sharon get undressed and start to poop."
"I wasn't pooping. I was just piddling."
"Well you wiped yourself."
"Women always wipe themselves after they piddle."
I knew that, but I had to play it dumb. The two of them looked
so sternly at me. And then Ellen started to laugh. "We just thought
that since you are so curious about girls, we ought to show you."
With that, the two of them removed their pajamas and stood there
in their panties. I think it was Ellen's intention to stop there,
but Sharon removed her panties. Her blonde pubic hair matched
the hair on her head in color. I wanted to bury my face in it.
Her breasts were classical in shape and size. She was a healthy 17
year old American girl. Ellen stood there stunned. She hadn't
planned to go that far, but now she felt like she was forced
to. Ellen and I are twins. I am 12 minutes older than her. But
it is not only our sex that is different about us. I am 6'2" and
have been at 210 pounds my entire adult life. Ellen is 4'11" and
to this day does not exceed 95 pounds. She has coal black hair.
Dad called her his 'Raven haired' beauty, with deep blue eyes.
Her skin was milk white, and her breasts were small with the
highly appreciated puffy nipples. (I say this in the past tense
since I haven't seen her nude since she got married.)
Her pubic hair was also coal black, and very dense, even at 17.
I knew this from seeing her shower in my bathroom. But now she
was going to strip in front of me, and I would see her legitimately.
As she removed her panties, I let out a sigh. A weird thought
flashed through my mind. Those two little dogs in the whiskey
ad, 'Black and White'. That's what I saw in front of me.
"Okay Bill. Are you satisfied."
I didn't answer. I was too embarrassed and enjoying what I was seeing
too much to talk.
"I think it's about time you let us see what you look like."
I had given up wearing pajamas when I moved out to my digs. I
kept them handy in case of emergency only. I was going to hang
onto the covers, but it was too late. The covers flew off my body
and I lay there stark naked, with my penis at half mast.
There was a moment of silence and then Sharon said, "it sure has
changed from when we used to play doctor. And it's a whole lot
bigger than any I've seen while baby sitting."
Ellen just stood there frozen. I know what was going on in her mind
because she and I could read each other's minds quite readily. She
was caught between all of our church teachings and what she was
really feeling.
"It's okay Ellen. It's just me."
Ellen finally gained her composure, and moved in for a closer look.
"Can you make it squirt?" she asked.
"Yes make it squirt," echoed Sharon.
I was somewhat shocked at this request. I thought they were far
more advanced than this. But from their looks and what they
were asking, I had this feeling that they were both very virginal.
It doesn't work that way. I have to work it a little to make it
'squirt' sperm. They gave me this appreciative look as I showed
them I knew what I was squirting.
I know that it seem incredible to people in this day and age to
imaging 17 year old girls being virgins. But that was very much
the case in 1956. A survey of school teachers revealed that the
number one problem in school was 'gum chewing in class'. In 1956
we knew the one kid on drugs. Shari Pendleton got pregnant and
the entire school was nonplused. A slut in our school? Ridiculous
So for these two to be virginal and naive was not a surprise. I was
just advanced for my age because of my peeping spot, and cousin's
teaching.
They had pleading looks on their faces. I remembered seeing Martha
two summers ago in the shower at camp, and what a turn on that was.
So I said, "I'll masturbate in front of you only if you two promise
to do the same thing in front of me."
If Ellen had pants to wet, they would be soaking. Their challenge
to me had backfired. I did not back down, but matched them and
raised the bid.
Since Ellen didn't say anything, Sharon spoke for both of them,
"fine, you're on."
"No chickening out. It's a promise, fair?"
"Fair," said Sharon.
Ellen was shaking now. Sharon and I both spotted it.
"You've never done it have you Ellen?" asked Sharon.
"No. Mom would kill me if she knew I even thought about it."
"Mom would kill you if she saw you standing here right now."
"If I go first, then I have as much to lose as you do."
She knew what I was trying to say, and nodded in agreement, "okay,
I'll try."
I was experienced at jacking off. I had done it for some time
now. And I had done it in front of guys before. But now I had
two very curious girls watching me. This was not very easy. But
I did finally manage to get very stiff and was able to work myself
into a good rhythm. I shut my eyes and went on like the girls
weren't there. They stood there on either side of my bed and
just watched. Soon I could feel the pressure building up inside
me. When I shot, it went a few inches into the air and landed
on my stomach.
Both girls were speechless as two more shots flew out from deep
inside me. I relaxed and settled back to earth. As I opened my eyes
Sharon was bent over my body looking at the pools of goo sitting
on my body.
"Be careful Sharon, you could get pregnant."
"No you can't. It has to be inside your...you know."
"I guess you're right," said Ellen as she joined the viewing.
"It doesn't look dangerous. I don't see the sperm swimming in it."
Sharon reached down and scooped up a bit on her finger. "What are
you doing?" cried out Ellen.
"I've heard my cousins talk about this stuff. They say it even
tastes good." And with that Sharon put her finger in her mouth.
She made a funny face, "well tasting good is an exaggeration. It's
okay, but I wouldn't say it tastes good."
Ellen got brave and dipped her finger in and got a big blob. She
quickly put it into her mouth and tasted it. "It's salty. It's not
all that bad. I think you have to get used to it."
All of this was fine, but they owed me a show now. I got up
and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth. I cleaned up in my
room waiting for one of them to make a move. "I kept my part of the
bargain. Now you two have to show me how a girl wacks off."
>From the looks I saw in Ellen's face, I knew she had never done this
before. She looked to Sharon for help. They had been up all night
planning what they were going to do to teach me a lesson and now
it was taking a new turn that they hadn't counted on. "Okay, but
I've never done this in front of anyone before."
"I didn't either until just now." This wasn't true, but it had
been the first time in front of girls.
Sharon got on my bed and put a pillow under her ass. She brought
her knees up with her feet flat on the bed. Ellen sat in a chair and
watched from the side. I sat on the end of my bed and watched
head on. Sharon closed her eyes and parted her legs. Her hand moved
over her blonde curls and onto her pussy. She started to massage
her clit using only her index finger. She would go over the top of
it and down into her vagina slightly, then retrace her movement
back out. She didn't vary this movement at all, but continued on
with her in and out, up and down movements. I immediately noticed
that there was liquid starting to run down the bottom of her pussy to
her ass crack. I recognized her clit immediately from the
descriptions I had heard. It wasn't obvious at first, but I
knew approximately where to look and was able to see it. It was
like a small bump just above her hole. I also could see her urethra.
I didn't remember it from when we were younger, but it was very
plainly visible. Sharon's entire pussy was very compact, for lack
of another term. Her outer lips were thin, and her inner lips
were small ridges that met at the top not giving her clit a lot of
protection (if it needs to be protected. Sharon at a later time
told me she could almost come just by squeezing her legs together
just right.)
As she was getting closer to coming, her pink complexion was turning
bright crimson. Her whole body was getting agitated and she was
moving her knees back and forth opening and closing my view of
her pussy. With one large cry she collapsed dropping her legs flat.
I sat there in amazement. Ellen just sat there. She was speechless.
She for the first time realized she had the ability to do something
like this for herself.
"That was outstanding Sharon," I ventured.
"It was a big turn on for me to do it in front of you. I guess I'm
really wicked."
"No you're not wicked. It was beautiful. What it did for you was
just beautiful," were the first words from Ellen.
I looked at Sharon. Our eyes locked into each other. Then I turned
to Ellen. "You don't have to do it Ellen. I think Sharon will
agree."
"No. I want to try it. Sharon please help me."
Ellen took Sharon's place. Sharon adjusted the pillow. Ellen very
cautiously moved her legs up. I was still at my same vantage point.
When Ellen parted her legs and revealed her pussy, it was so
different from Sharon's. Her outer lips were much thicker, and her
inner lips extended slightly past the outer lips. Her clit was very
swollen and pronounced. It had to be twice the size of Sharon's.
Ellen tried Sharon's technique, but it wasn't comfortable for her.
She reached under her ass and pulled the pillow out. With some
experimenting, she dropped her knees and laid flat on the bed.
She rolled slightly on her side. Using her ring finger and index
finger she straddles her clit between them. She massaged her clit
between the two fingers, never dipping inside her vagina. She
only used her clit. About every third thrust along the sides of
her clit, she would let her middle finger glide over the top of
it.
Ellen was vocal as she felt her orgasmic pressure build. She had
never felt this before. "I'm going to pee all over your bed.
I can't help it. I just can't help it," she was saying as she
continued on. Her legs were shaking and her body was trembling.
She was crying and moaning like I had never heard her before. When
she got to her orgasm, she exploded in ecstasy. She pressed her
thighs tightly together with her hand trapped between them.
Her snow white skin became bright red. And then she relaxed.
"That was the most intense feeling I have ever had in my life," she
cried softly. She had genuine tears of joy mixed with some guilt.
Guilt because that was the way she and I had been taught.
After a short pause in time, Sharon looked at me and asked, "are you
satisfied?"
"Yes, kind of."
"Kind of? What do you mean?"
"You have no idea how much I want to touch you."
Sharon acted surprised. She was so cute, so refreshingly genuine
in her attitude. If you've ever known a truly beautiful woman who
doesn't know it or take advantage of her beauty to run all over
people, then you know what Sharon was all about. She couldn't
be vicious if she had to. So when I told her how much I wanted
to touch her, she was honestly surprised. "Why sure," she said
very pleasantly surprised.
I reached my finger out to touch her breast. I touched it lightly
at first. Sharon giggled, "go ahead you can't hurt them. You can
feel them. They won't bite."
I put my whole hand on her right breast and gave it a small squeeze.
I then went over the pink nipple and felt all around it. I don't
know what any other man has thought the first time he touched
a female breast. But I was amazed. It was soft yet firm. It was
warm. I guess I had expected it to be cold and hard.
"Do you want to touch the other parts of me?" Sharon had noticed
that I was up and ready for action again.
The two girls had planned to shock me. But neither one of them
had any idea just how far the three of us might go. Sharon wasn't
only asking me if I wanted to do this, she was in her way asking
me to touch her pussy.
Before I could answer, she was on her back with her legs open in
front of me. I got a closer look at her. I could smell her
womanhood. It was familiar to me, even though I hadn't been
close to Delores since I was 13. Sharon's fragrance was much
stronger. It was really intoxicating. I had no idea the power of
this bouquet could wield on me.
A smile came to my face, I remembered the game we used to play when
I would hold her lips apart for her to pee. As I touched her outer
lips I said, "it's been a long time."
"What did you say?"
"Don't you remember when we were little and I would hold you open
so you could pee out and not straight down?"
"Holy mackerel, I forgot all about that until you just now reminded
me." This almost spoiled the mood except that it reunited a bond
the three of us had as little kids. Sharon looked at me and smiled
about how close the three of us had always been. Meanwhile my
hand came to rest on her pussy. Without thinking I was feeling
around the entire area with my fingers.
"Why do you think we did that?" Sharon asked.
"Because we were kids," I answered.
"And we had a great time at it," echoed Ellen who had been almost
forgotten during this time.
I must have accidentally been doing something right because Sharon
stopped her talking and opened her thighs even wider. Without
thinking about it, I bent down and kissed her inner lips. She
jumped and then purred about how nice that felt. I bent down
again and instinctively started to lick her entire vulva and clit.
I had never done this with Delores, and had never even talked with
the guys too much about oral sex. But it seemed like the thing I
really wanted to do more than anything else at this moment.
Sharon didn't take long at all to respond. She was moving more
rapidly into an orgasm than she had when she masturbated. It
became so unbelievably exciting for me to hear her and feel
her coming into supreme enjoyment. I got so worked up that I
even allowed my fingers to play with her vulva and vagina while
I continued my assault on her clit. Soon she was exploding in
joy and contentment. Her cries of joy were so loud that they
sounded like they were coming from in front of me and in
back of me. "Wait a minute, that's not only Sharon" I lifted
my head away from Sharon's pussy and looked over my shoulder.
My sister had her feet elevated on my bed while she was sitting on
the stuffed chair. She had been masturbating just watching the two
of us. I'm sure that offhand a healthy young woman aged 17 who was
masturbating would not be very unusual. Except that this was the
second time she was doing it in her entire life. The first time was
on a dare, this time was on pure passion and lust. The excitement
of watching what I was doing with Sharon got to Ellen. She just
couldn't control herself.
After both girls came back down to earth, they collapsed on my bed
together, with me laying cross ways at their feet. All three of us
were staring at the ceiling in wonderment.
"Bill. What we have done is wrong, isn't it?" asked my sister.
I thought for a second. She said it in a way that told me she
needed some hope. "No. It's not wrong. You received a feeling
that is unlike anything you have ever felt. It was special. Does
that make it wrong?"
My logic didn't make sense, but my reassurance made all the
difference in the world to Ellen. With tears in her eyes she got up
and flopped on top of me. This was the first time since we used
to sleep together that I felt her warm body press against mine. It
felt wonderful. She bent her face over to kiss me on the cheek, but
I misunderstood her target and moved to her lips. Our kiss was not
a brother sister kiss. There was much more feeling to it.
Almost embarrassed to ask her little voice softly asked, "would you
do the same thing to me that you did to Sharon?"
Things were going much faster than any of us dreamed they would.
But this was the biggest step of all. Because now Ellen and I were
bordering on potential incest. Even the word itself was enough
to frighten us. Surely we would go to Hell if we did something
as wrong as that. But what constituted incest? Petting? Oral Sex?
or only actual pentration?
"Are you sure you can handle it Ellen?"
"I want it badly."
It was more the way Ellen said it than what she said that convinced
me to go ahead. Of course there was the fact that I was a victim of
raging hormones and with a very petite, cute girl lying nude in front
of me. I moved my lips slowly down Ellen's body. From the
first time I had started to watch them develop until the more recent
times I had seen her nude, Ellen's breasts had this wonderful
magnetism that I couldn't resist anymore. She was this tiny
transistorized female with these very nicely proportioned breasts,
with big, puffy nipples. As I kissed and licked them, they became
firm. Not as pronounced a firmness as Sharon's, but firm. I played
with them, kissing and licking them for quite some time because this
seemed to really please Ellen. She was responding to this very
nicely.
Because of the big differences in our sizes, when I got my head
down between her thighs, I was on all fours. Tasting her was yet
another new experience. Sharon's feminine fragrance was stronger,
yet very intoxicating. Ellen on the other hand had a very delicate
essence. Both were equally sensual, but different from each other.
Ellen's pussy was much smaller than either Sharon's or Delores'. It
was small enough that my mouth could almost cover it. Her vagina
was small too, but the fact that eventually she would have four
babies vaginally shows that it was big enough. As small as her
vulva was, it was dominated by two features, much larger inner
labia (Sharon's had been mere ridges of flesh inside her outer lips)
and a very pronounced clit. It was easily twice the size of Sharon's
and looked even larger in proportion to it's surroundings.
As I started to lick and suck on Ellen, she seemed to be very
uncomfortable. "Not so hard Bill"
"Hard?" I was using my tongue only. As I moved away from her clit
and moved to the sides of it, she seemed to be much more comfortable.
I had already learned that not all women respond the same and if a
man is going to be a lover, he must find what his partner needs and
not think he knows it all. Ellen needed the surrounding tissue
stimulated to make her clit respond better. As large as it was.
it was even more sensitive to touch.
I had started to get into a comfortable rhythm with Ellen. She was
responding to my actions. Without warning, I felt a hand grab my
very swollen cock. It was Sharon in a very daring move on her part.
To this time she had only watched my cock, and now she was touching
it. Not only was she touching it, but she was trying to masturbate
me in the same way as she had observed me doing it to myself. She
certainly needed practice, but I was appreciating the effort. This
just made me work on Ellen's swollen pussy even more. By now
even I could notice a physical difference in it. The inner lips were
very much swollen and standing almost at attention. It presented
my tongue with a new place to explore. I was enjoying the whole
adventure to a point that I didn't even care if I ever came. This
was fascinating. But all too soon Ellen's body began to tremble
and shake. She was moving towards her third orgasm of the morning
and her entire life, and by far the biggest. When she burst into it
she did so with full fury and moaning. Her knees came up smashing
directly into my chest with enough force to push me back momentarily.
When I attempted to resume my work, her hands held me back. I had
gotten her off the launch pad and she needed to finish the trip on
her own without interference.
All through this Sharon was still trying to make me come. But
she was not going to be successful. When I sat up on my haunches,
she stopped and looked at me very disappointed.
"You need to squirt again," she said, "Ellen and I have both
climaxed three times and you need to squirt."
I then thought of something one of the guys was joking about hearing
being done and decided that this would be really sexy. I told Sharon
to lay on her back. I positioned my cock over her breasts and
started to masturbate. "You mean you're going to squirt on my
tits?"
"It sounds like fun for me." I stopped and looked at her, "do you
want me to stop?"
She thought for a second, "no, do it. --- Please do it."
It didn't take long at all for that very familiar feeling to boil
inside me. All of the emotional stimulation had really gotten my
body ready for this blast.
As I was getting ready to come, I bent my body lower towards
Sharon's breasts, aiming my shot as best I could. When I ejaculated,
the first glob landed right between both breasts, a perfect shot.
The second one landed on the breasts nearest me, and the third
hit the side of her chest. There were a couple of other small
drops that jumped out, but they fell almost straight down on my
bed.
Without even thinking about it, Sharon took her hand and rubbed
my sperm onto both of her breasts and nipples. Ellen, who by now
had recovered rubbed Sharon's breasts in order to get some to put
on her breasts. On the second trip her hand made, she stopped.
Ellen and Sharon locked eyes. They had been long time friends,
they had seen each other nude since we were all 5. But neither of
them had ever touched the other one's body. Ellen started to pull
her hand back and Sharon clamped her hand on top of Ellen's.
"Please Ellen, keep your hand there for just a moment more."
Then almost symbolically, Sharon rubbed more of my semen off her
chest and slowly reached up to Ellen's breasts and rubbed her
semen covered hand against Ellen's breasts.
This was a most somber moment for all three of us. Something very
permanent and exciting had happened between the three of us.
"Look, we better clean up," I volunteered.
The shower my dad built in the changing room could hold two
adults comfortably. Even as devout as my mother was, she and my
father were sexually with it. They enjoyed taking showers together.
If mother hadn't almost died giving birth to Ellen and me, she
would have had ten kids. Or at least you used to say that. She
suffered enormously at our birth and was advised by her doctor
to stop with the two of us. But later when we were adults, dad
and mom would admit that they were very active sexually, with
each other, and I have to believe that was true until they both
died.
But since the shower could hold two adults, the three of us fit
in very comfortably. We all three hopped into the nice warm shower
and proceeded to take turns washing each other. It was a weird
sensation having another person soap me down and rinse me off.
Something I wasn't quite used to. But something I did want to get
used to.
After drying off, we scampered back to my bed. "It's only 4:45!" I
exclaimed, "we can still rest some."
The three of us got into bed, with Ellen in between Sharon and me,
and pulled up the covers. Ellen was laying on her side facing me.
Suddenly I felt her tiny hand reach over and hold onto my now totally
relaxed manhood. The times she had done that before came back to me
in an instance. My hand reached over and tried to probe between her
thighs. At first she unconsciously jumped back from my instrusion,
but then I felt her thighs relax and my hand rested between them
with the length of my thumb resting against her still very warm
vulva. Sharon for some reason rolled over and pressed her body
against Ellen, her belly resting against Ellen's tiny buns. In a
moment I felt Sharon's fingers come to rest against mine.
I have long felt that this single moment, this simple act of
mutual hugging and fondling was the single act that bonded three
teen agers together forever.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up to the
sunlight peeping through my bedroom window between the curtains.
Ellen and Sharon were still asleep, and the three of us were still
pressed together. Although our hands were no longer connected
and we had all three rolled onto our other sides, we were all three
in full body contact.
Suddenly I heard a car door slam.
"Ellen, Sharon, quick. Wake up. Terry's here. He and I were going
fishing today. He always comes into my room. You have to go into
the bathroom. Quick."
What a rude way for the two sleeping beauties to have to awaken.
Both Ellen and Sharon are the type of people who wake up with smiles
on their faces and great dispositions. "What's wrong?" asked Ellen.
"It's Terry. He always comes in to get me." Now they could hear
the crunch of the gravel on the path to my room. "Quick, hide
in the bathroom." They got up and quickly ran into the bathroom.
I laid there waiting for Terry to come in. I looked down at the
chair next to the corner which was even with the door and on the
opposite side from the bathroom. There were two pairs of girls
pajamas on the floor under the chair. "Oh man I hope he doesn't
see them."
"Bill. Come on. We're supposed to go fishing today," was Terry's
comment as he came inside the room. Then he looked at me, "Man,
you look bad."
What luck. He thinks I looked sick. "Oh yes. I hardly slept all
night. I am really shot."
"No problem Bill. I really want to work out in the gym today
anyway. We have the league championships coming up. You better
stay in bed and rest today."
"Yes, I think you're right. Thanks for understanding."
Terry Slader was one of the finest gymnast in the entire state. Only
a junior in high school and colleges were calling him. He was
small, about 5'4", but built like an Adonis. He and I had met when
we were Cub Scouts, and had gone through school and scouting
together. We both loved fishing and camping as much as breathing.
And quite modestly, we were excellent campers.
"No problem Bill. I'll call this afternoon and see how you're
doing."
I always thought that Terry and Ellen would have been an outstanding
pair, but there just wasn't the total chemistry between them. They
really liked each other a whole lot, but it was just a good
friendship. Terry wasn't all that interested in Sharon. I think he
was intimidated by her popularity. Plus he was a very serious
student and his gymnastics came before girls. Yet even then
the four of us were really close friends.
Terry left for the school. The girls came out of their hiding place.
"Way to go you two. Do you see what was on the floor under the
chair?"
They looked and then laughed. "You don't suppose he saw them
do you?"
"I don't think so."
After we felt the coast was clear, we got up and went into the house.
It felt strange to sit at the table with no clothes on and see two
girls sitting there in the buff also. We decided that after what
we had done that morning, that we would not have to wear clothes
around each other.
This was the end of March in 1956. The air in Northern California
is still pretty crisp and cool. But outside when the weather got
warmer, the center of our spring and summer was waiting. The family
pool and back yard would be a new play ground for us. And the summer
would be a memorable one. In fact it would be a summer that would
be well worth writing about.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 3
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:19:48 GMT
Chapter 3 - Marla
Contrary to the stories that are written by erotic writers, the
next few weeks were not hot passionate orgies. When we were alone
at home, Ellen and I would not wear clothes. And when Sharon came
over, the three of us would go around without clothes. The girls
did continue to masturbate in front of me and each other. Sharon did
on occasion practice her techniques with me. And I did practice
my oral work on both of the girls. But this was something that
we did every once in a while and not every weekend.
In April of 1956, my father's shop had gotten a huge contract from
the government. This would eventually be big enough to assure
that Ellen and I got to college with no financial strain at all.
Dad would go to work at 6:00 in the morning. Mom would go into
the office at 10:00. They did this 6 days a week. Ellen became
the cook for the family, a skill which she is still without equal
today. Mom would call her 45 minutes or so before she and dad
were going to leave so Ellen could have dinner ready. The family
having dinner and breakfast together were religiously observed
rituals at our house. Yes, that meant that everyone was up at
5:00 in the morning, a habit I never lost.
Dad never wanted me to be a machinist, but he did want me to
help. I would go to the shop after class and put in a couple of
hours. On Saturdays, I would go to work with dad in the truck.
Mom would come in at 10:00 in the station wagon. And I would
go home at noon in the station wagon. This was done so I could
have some free time for myself.
This allowed for some wonderful Saturday's. Sharon made it a
point to be over with us every single Saturday without fail. We
would work to help Ellen get the house work done, and then run
outdoors like little kids in our 'one button suits' and enjoy the
great outdoors. We swam, lounged around the pool, sunbathing
on the grass. Playing our music as loudly as we wanted to. Just
having a ball.
Our yard was set up so that our entire back yard was completely
private except for a small area that bordered Elma Knight's yard.
Mrs. Knight was a 70+ widow, living alone.
We practiced safety. Even though we had the full assurance that
our parents would never come home unexpectedly, we kept bathing
suits handy in the dressing room/bathroom. We would have 3 or 4
minutes from the time we heard a car come down the driveway until
they hit the front door. We kept the gate to the backyard locked, and
it was well over six feet tall. So our parents would never come that
way. I had the door to my room locked so they couldn't sneak up
on us from my room. We were 99.999 percent undetectable.
The only time mom came home, was when she got sick at work. But even
then I drove over to pick her up. Mom always called way before they
were heading home.
The two of us were 'model' kids who never gave our parents any
problems. We were both A students, and had friends who were
very polite. Mom was crazy about Terry, and she and dad always
considered Sharon as one of the family.
The .001 percent of the break in our safety factor was broken
in a very strange way. It was about the middle of May. We had
finished our work and were playing together in the back yard.
Actually I was relaxing on a lounge chair when Sharon came over
and started to hug and kiss me.
"Do you know what I want Bill?"
I reached my hand between her thighs. Sharon's inner thighs
were already wet. By now I had gotten to where I absolutely
loved oral sex. I could lick Sharon and Ellen's pussy for days on
end and not get tired of it. Sharon was getting better at
playing with my cock. And was even making me come once in a while.
Ellen had even learned this trick. The two of them had gotten a
big thrill out of rubbing my semen on their bodies, even pushing
it in a daring fashion into their pubic hair.
Sharon and Ellen had also found that they enjoyed playing with each
other. Ellen was confused about her feelings because she still
preferred guys, yet she got such satisfaction from Sharon. Sharon
was terrific at licking Ellen's pussy by now.
I got over to the lawn and laid down. Sharon straddled my head and
lowered her very drippy pussy closer to my face until my lips were
in full contact with her 'lower lips'. She arched her back and
played with my cock while I explored her completely. She had wanted
this so badly that she was coming even before we got comfortable
with our positions. She loved being on top like this because she
was in full control. My tongue and lips were hers to manipulate.
She was working on a second explosion when I heard a crash by the
fence. Both girls scrambled towards the bathroom. I ran by the
door and one of them threw my swim trunks out to me. I struggled
to get them on and was able to do so, and grab a ladder to see
what had happened.
I got up on the ladder to look into Mrs. Knight's back yard. I
thought the poor old lady had fallen or something. As I got
to where I could see into her back yard, I looked down at the
ground to see a little red headed teen aged girl laying on the
ground crying with a ladder on top of her.
"Are you okay," I asked.
"No. I'm not okay. I hurt."
"Why were you on the ladder, spying on our yard?"
"I heard the music and you were all laughing. I just wanted to
see who you were."
There was no use disguising what we had been doing. She saw
everything probably and the word was going to go out. We were
now doomed.
I looked at her soberly and said, "I guess you saw more than you
expected to see."
"I saw the three of you were having a better time than I have been
having."
Hope! There was hope here. "You mean you consider what we
were doing fun?"
"Of course it is."
"Who are you anyway? I thought Mrs. Knight lived alone."
"I'm Marla Knight. Mrs. Knight is my grandmother. I was living
in New York until January. My folks live about 10 miles from
here." She was going to another highschool and that was why we
didn't know who she was.
"Look you three are having more fun than I am. I mean I love my
grandmother, but it is boring being with her all day. I really need
friends and ..."
"Sure, Marla. Come on over. Come to the front door and I'll let you
in. But we probably wouldn't get dressed fancy for you."
"If the three of you got dressed, I'd be disappointed."
This was pretty brazen for 1956. Girls just weren't that forward.
But then again, she was from New York. I went back and told
the two girls who are spy was and that she appeared to be pretty
much okay. They weren't as sure and decided that they would
keep their suits on.
I heard the door bell and answered it. Marla Knight had now come
into our lives. Marla was about an inch taller than Terry, which
meant that she and Sharon were the same height. She had copper
bright red hair, and more freckles than you could count in a life
time. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she smiled. The most prominent
feature on her face besides her freckles was an undersized pug
nose. She was as cute as they come without being gorgeous. I
really don't know a better way of saying it.
"If you're from New York, why don't you sound like it?"
"Not everyone sounds like their from Brooklyn. Besides, I'm
from the Rochester area."
"Come on outside, I'll introduce you."
It didn't take Marla long to be one of us. She was the kind of
person that could have the greatest tragedy come into her life and
still make everyone around her laugh and feel good. She would
become the humorist of our group.
Marla was 6 months older than the three of us. She had been
dating a boy 5 years older and in college. Her parents hated
the situation severely. Brian, Marla's boyfriend had gone with
Marla since she was 13. They had just broken up when her father
was transferred to California. She just wasn't ready to date when
they came to California. But now she desperately wanted to meet
friends.
"You three were having a wonderful time before I intruded. I wanted
to have a good time too." And with that she unashamedly started to
remove her clothes. She took off her blouse and revealed that
she was already braless. Of course in all fairness, a bra was
not all that need by her. I just kept looking at her breasts.
There were even more freckles on them than on her face. They
had the pinkest nipples you can imagine on them. She slid out of
the pair of 'Peddle Pushers' she was wearing and then took of her
panties. I stood there with my mouth wide open. She didn't have
any pubic hair.
She saw the look on my face and remarked, "what's wrong. Haven't
you seen a shaved twat before?"
"A what?"
"No not a what. A twat. You know a pussy, a snatch?"
She was trying to find a word that we could relate to. We knew
the terms, but we had never heard a girl verbalize them about
her own body.
She didn't miss a beat, "Brian always wanted me to shave my twat.
He said it made me sexier. So that's why I have a bald pussy."
The three of us just stood there looking like goons.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so brash. I just thought
the three of you were going at it pretty well and you..."
"No. Please you're fine. We probably need you to teach us," said
Ellen. "Eh, what you just saw is about all we have ever done."
Marla had done it all and then some. It seems that Brian got carried
away when he went to college and decided to use Marla to practice
just about any wild sexual fantasy he could think of. We realized
at that time just how green and naive we were. Even though
we had done so many things with each other, we hadn't even
scratched the surface of what men and women could do together.
"Come on you three, get those silly bathing suits off. I'm
standing here in my 'starkos' and you're all looking very prim
and proper. Let's get with it."
We all looked at each other and slowly removed our clothes.
Marla looked at me like a jeweler making an evaluation. "Not bad.
not bad at all."
"What's not bad at all?" I asked.
"Your cock."
This was certainly a novel concept for me. I really had no choice
as to what kind of penis I had. it just sort of grew there between
my legs. This was novel having it appraised, and somewhat disturbing
to me. "You're not bad yourself," I said trying to return the
compliment.
Marla was (and is) one of the most alert people I have ever known.
She knew immediately how desperately I was trying to repay her
with my own compliment.
"That is so really sweet Bill. But Sharon is a knock out and Ellen
is dreamingly cute. I'm, well, I'm just me."
We all four chatted for a while. Marla started to blend into our
mixture like butter on a waffle. She was one of us immediately.
She was funny, cute, charming and really street smart.
We had been chatting for some time when the radio announcer said,
"And coming up next, Tab Hunter and 'Young Love'"
"Oh yes," said Marla that's my all time favorite song.
Ellen and I both were fairly competent musicians. We both could
play the piano and both sang in the school choir and church choir.
Spontaneously we glanced at each other and said, "Tab Hunter?
Oh yuk. He's not a singer."
Marla ignored our protest over her hero and grabbed my arm, "Come
on Bill, let's dance."
Another one of the many 'Thou shalt not's' that our church espoused,
was dancing. I had never really learned to dance. "I don't know how
to dance," I told Marla.
"Come on, before the song starts I'll show you the basic 2 step." She
pulled me up from the chair and started instructing me on the basic
2 step dance move. It was easy enough that one 30 second lesson
and I was ready. I held Marla as she instructed and when the
music started we were off and running. Part way through the song
Marla's head rested on my shoulder. I could smell the fresh smell
of her shampoo. Our bodies were pressed together tightly. I had
hugged both Ellen and Sharon, but this was even nicer than hugging.
It seemed so much more sensuous holding Marla, feeling her pink
nipples brushing against my chest while we swayed to the music.
I was resounding in another way too. And this became obvious to
Marla who could feel my now erect cock pressing against her lower
body.
The song ended and Marla looked in my eye and said, "really nice
for someone who never danced before. Can I have another on
some time."
I was flustered, "yes I guess so. Sure I'd love it."
Marla moved her lips close to mine and kissed me. After we kissed
she stepped back and shook her head slowly. "Bill, Bill, Bill. You
have to learn how to kiss. If you're going to be good with the lips
between a girl's hips, take care of the lips on her mouth. Come on
let's try again. This time open your mouth a little bit. You are
not a 5 year old giving mommy a kiss. And don't freak when you
feel my tongue. It's all part of real live kissing."
Again we moved our mouths slowly toward each others. Our lips met
and true to the instructions, my lips were parted slightly. Already
this was much nicer. I felt Marla's tongue brush against the surface
of my lips, exploring them thoroughly. I pushed my tongue forward
to meet hers thinking that was what I was supposed to do. When
our tongues met, electricity seemed to stream through my body.
I really liked this. I had no idea that kissing could be so much
fun. Our first real kiss lasted a long time, but it seemed far too
short for me. As our lips parted, Marla looked at me with a
big smile, "I love a fast learner, they just don't waste your time."
I was ready for another kiss when she grabbed my hand and guided it
between her thighs and against her shaved pussy. It was wet and
warm. "You see what I meant. I'm now as wet as you are hard.
I'm putty in your hands."
But then she stopped short. She looked at Ellen and Sharon who were
shell shocked, partially because of Marla's aggressiveness, but
mostly because women have a strong intuition and they could see
I was doing something with Marla that they instinctively desired.
"Sharon. Let Bill kiss you now. Then tell us if it's any better
than he has ever done with you. Now remember Sharon, keep your lips
slightly parted, and if you feel his tongue, do what feels natural to
you."
Sharon came over to me and I held her. I don't ever remember
holding her with such passion. We kissed. We had kissed dozens
of times over the last few weeks, I had kissed her pussy, and breasts
during that time. But this time it was even more intimate than
anything we had done before. I didn't wait for her tongue to
meet mine, I went searching for it. Our tongues slid together
in their first dance together. I brought my tongue back and brushed
it against her lips. We could have stayed that way through a
bomb blast and not heard a thing. A single kiss transported
us away from this earth.
When our lips finally parted Sharon said, "please don't let go of
me. My legs feel like Jell-O and I don't think I can stand up."
What a shot of pride I got in my male ego. I had learned how to
make a girl really want me.
"Was that better Sharon," asked Marla.
"Better doesn't describe it. You're right. Bill can do anything
he wants to now."
"No, no. I want him to kiss Ellen. I want her to experience the
same feelings."
She didn't have to call Ellen over. She was ready and would have
fought all of us if she didn't get her chance. Ellen is so small
that when I wrapped my arms around her, I wrapped them. But her
lips were right there and ready. When she and I kissed it was not
a brother-sister kiss, it was too experienced lovers kissing. She
had watched the other two carefully and was ready and aggressive.
With our kiss, 17 years of training against incest would have
easily gone out the window. We were both ready to go. She was
ready to surrender her virginity at that moment.
"Okay Ellen. What can you say about real kissing?"
"Nothing else comes close. That was so exciting. I think I
need to practice some more. Maybe after you two go home." she
replied with a grin on her face.
"That's cheating," protested Sharon.
"Now that you've had a little more practice let's try it again,"
said Marla as she sat on the edge of the picnic table. We kissed
for an even longer time. All of this time I was so hard I thought
I was going to shoot across the pool if anyone even touched me.
Marla then started to push me down forcing me to sit on the bench
of the picnic table. As I sat, she swung her legs around and scooted
her rear end to the edge of the table. It became very obvious that
she wanted me to kiss her other lips when she put her legs on
my shoulders, on either side of my head. I moved in and started to
kiss her pussy lips just the same way as I would the lips on her
her mouth. She was wet. Almost dripping wet. I got closer to
her pussy and soon I could smell that now familiar fragrance.
Hers was so much stronger than either Sharon or Ellen. Which is
something I have learned in 57 years. Redheads do seem to have
a much stronger musky smell than do others. Perhaps that's why
they so much fun to eat. No that's not true Blondes are fun to eat
and so are Brunettes.
Maybe it was because she was shaved, but everything about Marla's
pussy seemed to be much more exaggerated. Her clit was so easy to
spot. Her urethra was so obvious that it almost had a label on it.
My tongue fully appreciated the various textures in and around
all the mysterious folds of her feminine flesh. She was already
primed for action and was ready to explode before I even started.
When she came, she had what I can only express as a 'stealth'
orgasm. It just flew right into her body and she let small tremors
flutter out of her body. But come she did. She had no problems
verbalizing it. She sat up and dropped her legs off my shoulders.
"Please, Bill, trade places with me. I want to taste you."
Without response, I quickly moved up to the table and she was
between my legs. I was so hard, I just couldn't stand it. I was
fully expecting her to jack me off. But instead she covered my prick
with her mouth. "Oh man, I've never felt anything like that,"
were the last thoughts I had. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what
she was doing.
"Marla I going to shoot off. Move your mouth away." She ignored me.
"Please, Marla it's going to happen." She kept her mouth on it. And
it was too late. I shot what had to be a lifetime supply into her
mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and finished by licking
me clean.
"You swallowed it?" came the combined voices of Sharon and Ellen.
Marla sat back and looked at the two of them. "Of course I
swallowed it. I wasn't going to waste it. Haven't you ever
tasted a guys come before?"
"We've tasted it. But you took more than a taste."
"Bill's taste great. It has a fresh taste to it. Probably from
clean living."
"You sound like you've tasted other's before," said Ellen.
"I have. I tasted Brian's a lot. But once he had me suck off
three of his fraternity brothers at a party."
"Didn't you object?"
"Yes. But I loved Brian and didn't want to lose him. So even if
I didn't like it, I did it."
"And you like the taste?"
"Well if I had to choose between a guys come and a chocolate malt,
the malt would win. But a malt isn't as much fun getting."
"Does guys really taste different from each other?"
"Yes. Very much so. You could put tablespoons of fresh come in
front of me and I could tell you which one is Brian's. But Bill
has such a, I don't know, a fresh taste."
We all went to the pool and splashed for a while. While in the pool
Marla stopped and looked at all of us. "You three have never fucked
have you?"
We looked at each other, and I said, "we don't even use that word."
"I'm sorry. But you three have never gone all the way have you."
I was caught between loyalty to my promise to Delores and loyalty
to the truth. So I changed the subject. "The reason we don't use
that word is because when Ellen was seven, she came home from
school crying. It seems that the other kids were laughing at her
when she sang. I was there when she told mom. My mother was
perplexed and said she had a nice voice. Maybe it was the song.
What was she singing. Ellen said 'Yankee Doodle'. Mom felt
there was little about that to make others laugh. Ellen told her
the kids wanted her to begin every word of the song with an 'f'.
'Fanky Foodle fent to fown, fiding on a fony, fucked a feather
in...' Mom stopped her right there. And warned us both to never
ever use that word again. The kids were wrong in making Ellen
say a nasty word and Ellen was innocent. So we just have never
used that word."
"It's just a word. In New York they use it for everything and
no one even notices."
"We're just not comfortable with it," volunteered Sharon, "but to
answer your question, no we have not done anything like that with
each other."
"Do you ever think you will?"
"We never thought we would go this far. And you are bringing us
even farther," I said.
"If Bill keeps kissing me the way he did today, that could change
in a hurry," said Sharon.
I was tickled, flattered, had my male ego fortified. Having sex with
undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school was my idea of having
arrived. I hadn't tried anything because I didn't want to mess
up a good thing. And I had a good thing going.
"It's going to happen," cautioned Marla.
"But doesn't it hurt at first?" asked Ellen.
Marla thought carefully how to phrase her answer. Then she
smiled and turned her attention to Ellen. "It hurts, but yet it
doesn't. For me it was like someone pinched me deep inside,
but the rest of me was feeling so wonderful, the pinch wasn't
important. Does that make sense?"
Both girls nodded that they understood.
"Weren't you ever afraid of getting pregnant?"
"You know there are times of the month that you feel really slick and
wet inside. It's almost embarrassing because you can feel it and
even smell it?"
Sharon smiled knowingly, "yes. And those times always seem to be
on the worst possible days. But I thought I was just feeling extra
sexual on those days."
"Those are the times you can get pregnant. There is a saying that
when a women is wet, a baby she can get, when a woman is dry
the sperm it will die. So far it has worked for me."
"How long is so far?" I asked.
"Brian and I did it for the first time when I was 13."
I realize that in this day and age, 13 is becoming a very common
age for sex for girls. But in 1956, that was almost scandalous.
"13! Wow!!"
"Did you do it lots?" asked Sharon.
Marla knew that we were asking not to pry but to be part of her
adventure. She related that she and Brian were very active
all through those years. When Brian went to college, he joined
a fraternity. Once he lost a bet and she was his payoff to his
frat brothers. In one night she had sex with four guys, not
counting Brian. When we asked her why she allowed this, she
said she loved Brian and was afraid to lose him.
"Weren't you afraid?"
"You fu..excuse me, yes I was afraid. But I didn't want to lose
Brian."
"So what happened to Brian?" I asked.
"He..." then for one of the few times I would ever see Marla
broken hearted, she stopped and cried out of control.
"He left you, didn't he?" asked Ellen.
"Yes, he....(sobs) didn't (sobs) want me anymore."
If there is one thing in this world I'll never be able to handle,
it's a woman crying. It melts me completely. I went to Marla
and put my arm around her. "We're not Brian. But we want to
be your friends. Will you have us?"
"Oh thank you. This is the most wonderful moment I have felt in the
whole time I've been in this state. I really need friends. You
three are the type of friends I really need."
As we moved into a group hug, the phone rang. I jumped up to
answer it. We had a phone outside in the pool area. It was mom
she was warning us to have Ellen start dinner.
"This Saturday has come to an end," I said to the group.
"How often do you guys get to be alone like this," asked Marla.
"Every Saturday."
"I guess I'm going to be very popular with my grandmother. I mean
you will let me come over on Saturdays won't you?"
I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Every Saturday, until summer and
we don't even know what will happen."
We all got dressed. Sharon had to go home, but Marla stayed around
to help Ellen with the meal.
When my parents got home they met Marla and were charmed immediately
by her.
As Marla left to go be with her grandmother, my mom said, "what a
sweet angelic young lady. She is so thoughtful to be so kind to dear
Elma Knight. You should invite her to church with you
sometime."
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 4
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:20:29 GMT
Chapter Four - Terry joins us
I have learned that one man can not keep up sexually with one woman.
She has a far superior capacity for sex. This being true, it
was impossible for one 17 year old to keep up with 3 very healthy
young women.
In two Saturdays I saw that it was not going to work for me being
alone. I was getting exhausted (with a smile on my face, but yes,
exhausted) trying to keep up with Ellen, Sharon and Marla. What
is more, we did not even screw yet. This was inevitable. Marla
was going to get with me sooner or later, and I wasn't going to be
able to resist Sharon much longer.
I needed help, and in a big way. But what kind of help? And from
where? Who could I trust?
I had one person who I knew I could trust. Terry Slader. He and I
were best friends since cub scouts. We had shared almost everything
that we thought or did. Almost. I had never even hinted about any
of what was happening.
I expressed my concerns openly. Summer hadn't even started and I
was not going to make it alone. Could I try to get Terry to
help us. Ellen jumped at the idea, she had had a crush on Terry
since the sixth grade. Sharon was excited to see Terry in the raw.
Marla was game for anything. But how do we accomplish getting
him involved? I mean I couldn't just walk up to Terry and say, "Hey
Terry why don't you come over to my place for a day of sex and fun."
He was a good sport, but that was a little too direct.
After a little thinking and talking it over, we came upon a novel way
to entice Terry into our activities. The next weekend was the
Memorial Day weekend. I could talk my parents into letting me have
a couple extra hours off on Saturday, so we could have a party for
Marla to meet some of our friends. We would get Terry involved in
a 'strip poker' game and make sure he loses.
We never played cards at our house, and mom never had an idea that
Ellen or I knew how to play poker. But Marla was very good and
Sharon could hold her own. The plan was that every hand the girls
won, Terry would lose. He was bound to be the big loser with that
many girls gunning for him.
Friday night Ellen and I made sandwiches, potato salad and some
other things for the 'party', mom got us some extra soda. Dad was
really great about the extra time off, and just asked that the yard
stay in one piece.
The next day I couldn't wait for mom to show up at work. I was going
to leave as soon as she arrived at 10:00. She got there right on
the dot and I was gone.
We set everything up and waited for Terry to show up so we could
spring our trap on this unsuspecting guy.
Terry arrived on time Marla was a few minutes behind him. Terry had
not met Marla and after the introductions, we sat around and chatted.
Marla was very talkative and told us all about life back east, how
different the people were here in California, and how she was ready
to walk back to New York until she met the three of us. All the time
she was absolutely undressing Terry, and he was very aware of her
attention.
Finally Sharon came up with an idea. "Let's do something really
risky."
"Like what?" asked Ellen (as if she didn't know).
"I've always wanted to play strip poker, and I'm willing if anyone
else is."
Now you might think that Terry would get suspicious over this kind
of a remark. But Sharon would do and say things 'off the wall' all
the time, so he just figured it was Sharon. Sharon pleaded with the
other two and teased them. Marla gave in reluctantly, and Ellen
wasn't sure. She finally said she would if I would. Terry looked
at me. "What do you think Terry?"
"I have no problems with it as long as the girls realize that they're
going to be undressed while I'm still dressed."
We sat at the picnic table and Terry's attitude about being the big
winner dissolved when Marla shuffled the cards. It was obvious that
she had handled cards before. He knew from that point that he was
in for a game.
After about thirty hands or so, none of us had shoes or socks on.
Marla and Sharon were down to their bra and panties, I had my
pants and under pants on. Ellen was in her bra, panties, and shorts
left. And poor Terry was sitting there in his BVD's. Sharon dealt
and we all selected the cards we wanted to discard. Marla sat there
with a set hand. Terry took three cards. When we laid the cards on
the table, Marla was the winner.
"Well, this doesn't take much thought as to who gets picked. Terry
the undershorts go."
The other two girls squealed with delight. Terry rose and with all
the hesitation in the world slowly removed his last piece of clothing
leaving himself completely nude. All three of the girls cheered with
approval. Terry's penis tried to crawl back inside his body.
"I can't stand it. Look how embarrassed Terry is, I going to join him
and take off my bra and panties," said Sharon.
"Why don't we all join them," said Marla.
"That's fine for you two, you were losing anyway, but what about
Ellen and me. We still have our clothes on."
"Are you two going to be spoiled sports?"
We removed our clothes and there stood five very nude 17 year olds, on
a warm May Saturday morning. We all looked at each other and the
girls started to giggle. "Well I'm not going to just stand here,"
said Ellen as she bounced off for the pool. She was followed by the
rest of us. We splashed around and played keep away, the three girls
against the two guys. Ellen got Terry cornered and was pressed up
against him. She stayed pressed against him even after he had passed
the ball off to me. Soon she had her arms around him and was
kissing him. Terry showed absolutely no signs of resisting.
"Hey, let's eat. I'm starving," I yelled. We all climbed out of
the pool, except Terry who was embarrassed about his now raging
hard on. Ellen's body and kissing had really taken it's toll on him.
And when he did climb out, his penis was no longer trying to hide
inside him, it was pointing out what direction he needed to be
moving. He just was not going to be able to cover the fact that
Ellen had gotten to him.
We let him off the hook for a while as we sat down and ate lunch.
Without warning, dear shy Sharon announced that she had to go pee.
We had by this time made it a habit of just going to the edge of the
grass and going. We had done it so much by now that no one thought
anything of it. That is no one except Terry. His eyes were glued on
Sharon as she spread her legs and half squatted letting out a stream
of golden fluid. I noticed Terry's expression and decided that we
had better let him in on what this was all about.
"Terry. You've been set up. We got you over here with a purpose.
But we wanted you to join us, and I need your help," I said. I
went on to explain the whole history of what had happened and why
he was needed so badly. "Well, are you game?"
He looked at Sharon who was now back and sitting next to me, and
then Marla, and finally he looked at Ellen. "Man I should be really
ticked at you guys, but I'm not. Okay, I'll go along. But you have
to work with me slowly. I haven't been this close to a nude girl
before."
"How close have you been."
"Just looking through Bill's grill in his room."
I had never told Ellen or Sharon about this and they were really
shocked at this revelation. "What's this about?"
So I spent time chronicling some of the things I had seen in
my favorite spot. I had no intention of ever divulging this but
was now forced to.
"You mean you have been watching me and all my girlfriends getting
undressed all these years?"
"And more than that." I went on to tell some of the other things I
had seen over the years. And after awhile we all got laughing at
some of my stories. The girls rolled over with laughter about the
pastor's wife with her tampon and how I thought she was really
dumb for trying to hurt herself by putting that thing inside her.
But the important thing was no one was offended at what I had
been doing all these years.
Lunch was over and I told everyone to head for the pool while I
cleaned things up. I was in the kitchen getting the water ready
to wash the dishes and silverware. In a few moments Sharon came into
the kitchen. "Can I help you?"
"Sure if you want to put the food back into the refrigerator while
I do the dishes."
I was just finishing drying the dishes and put them into the cupboard
when I turned around. Sharon was within inches of me. She had very
little expression on her face. I turned around and we just stood
there motionless for some time. Finally Sharon put her arms
around my neck and wanted to kiss. Kissing Sharon had become a
treat. She and I could really generate some heat when we kissed.
After a very long wet kiss, she whispered into my ear, "I don't want
to be a virgin anymore."
At first my reaction was kind of, that's nice, now what else do I
need to get done in here. But then I stopped and realized what
she was saying or asking. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I was sure before I came over today. And now I know beyond
any doubt. I want to be with you. I want you to be the first one."
I guess this caught me flat footed. I didn't anticipate anything
like this from Sharon. I was flattered. Of course I wanted to
have sex with her. Why not. I was one of hundreds of guys at our
school who would give anything to be inside Sharon.
"I can't think of anything in this world I would rather do, Sharon."
With that, I took her hand and we went out the patio door and
without saying anything to anyone we headed over the short walkway
to my room. Once in my room, we laid on my bed facing each other.
We started to kiss again. Each kiss seemed to be longer and more
passionate than the previous one. I had mentioned in an earlier
chapter about how wet Sharon got. She seemed to have a faucet
deep inside her that her body would turn on full blast when she got
sexually excited. She was really excited now, because she was wet.
I guess all erotic stories go from here and describe every minute
detail of every inch of flesh, every sound, every feeling. But I
can't. While this was indeed happening to me, it was like I was
dreaming the whole thing. I don't even remember pushing past
and breaking Sharon's hymen. I do remember thinking that I had to go
slowly and push in a little at a time and pull back and then push
in a little further. Sharon was and is a real pain whimp. Removing
a sliver from her finger is the same as open heart surgery for her.
She will suffer the discomfort of a cold to keep from getting a shot
from her doctor. The biggest reason she had not insisted on going
this far in the previous weeks was because of her fear of pain in
losing her virginity. If she had experienced any pain it was not
obvious to me (I was to find out later that she wasn't aware of
any pain herself.) I have to believe it was because her secretions
were so heavy. This flow of internal juice also made it really
difficult for me. I was horny. I was hard. But I couldn't get
any real sensation. It was like trying to masturbate with a glass
of water. Suddenly Sharon was crying out, "yes, yes, yes,
oh, it's wonderful."
This is just what I needed. It brought on a new wave of lust inside
me and I could finally start to feel that familiar
feeling of relief. I knew I was going to shoot everything at any
time and tried to get out of Sharon. But our inexperience and the
weird position we had gotten ourselves into made it impossible.
Soon her vagina was filled with my semen, her fluids and a small
amount of blood.
I collapsed against Sharon and the two of us just laid there with our
eyes closed. I opened my eyes slowly and looked into her face.
Sharon was already a lady who was too beautiful for words. She
was easily the most beautiful girl in our high school (which had
1900+ students). But when I looked on her face at that moment,
she was even more beautiful than before. She opened her eyes and
smiled, "Thank you Bill, that was everything I wanted it to be."
I felt guilty. I was the one who should be thanking her. I was the
one who got the greatest privilege she could give a man. She was
thanking me? No I needed to thank her.
Sharon and I had been friends from the time we were 5 or even
maybe before. Here it is 52 years later and we are still very close
friends. She would eventually marry my best friend from dental
school. I introduced them. I would eventually marry her younger
sister (Karen was 6 years younger than Sharon and myself). It's been
40 years from when this happened and this lady is still beautiful.
She has taken care of herself. She has five children, one boy and
four girls. All four of her girls are clones of their mother. We
both look back to this moment as being a time of great lasting
closeness for the two of us.
After a few moments of reflection and basking in the afterglow of
what we had accomplished, we got up together. I glanced down at my
cover. It was soaked. There was a small trace of blood.
"You're cover is a mess."
"I know."
I'll just tell your mother that I wasn't feeling well because of my
period and laid on your covers in just my underclothes. She'll
understand.
"Your period! Don't you realize I just came inside of you?"
"We'll be okay. My period is due Tuesday or Wednesday. I think
we're very safe."
Sharon got up and almost charged out of my room. "I did it Ellen,
I did it." Ellen climbed out of the pool and the two of them
were hugging each other and jumping up and down. I don't know
if a man has ever made a woman that happy by having sex with
her. But Sharon was thrilled. It was like this monstrous
burden had come off of her back.
Ellen stopped and looked back at me. "Bill?"
I knew what she wanted. Ellen was my sister. We had kissed like
lovers. I had seen, fondled, and kissed her breasts like a lover
would. I had seen, caressed, and sucked on her pussy. But this
was something that I was not going to be able to do. I just
knew this was a one way ticket to Hell. I just knew that incest
would be the 'unforgivable'. I returned Ellen's glance with
what must have been the biggest pained look a man can have.
"But Bill. Sharon and I have always planned that we would do it
on the same day. And she is no longer a virgin. I don't want to
be one anymore. Please Bill, please."
Marla, Sharon, and Terry all watched as this mini drama was
being acted out in front of them. I looked to them for help.
"Terry," I thought, "Ellen really likes him a lot. He's not
related. They were kissing earlier."
I held Ellen close to me. In spite of my protests and having just
come a few minutes before, the feel of her soft body against me
was already starting to make me rise again. She brought her
face close to mine. I looked into her eyes and said weakly,
"Terry."
"Oh yes!" she said instantly, pulling away from me with the
warmest smile on her face. She literally ran to Terry practically
knocking him over. She put her mouth up to his ear and whispered.
We found out later that all she said was, "please."
Terry looked at the rest of us for guidance. Finally I said, "I know
you like Ellen a lot. She really wants this. Of all the guys in
school, you're the only one I would trust. The three of us will
be out here, no one is going to bother the two of you."
Ellen took Terry's hand and led him off. He somehow looked
like a lamb going to the slaughter house. I felt sorry for him
for an instance. But then that instance was gone and I was
thrilled for the two of them. Ellen had wanted this as badly
as Sharon had. They two of them had talked about it a lot. And now
this was the time for the two of them to fulfill their plans.
Sharon still hadn't come off cloud nine. Marla was by now as horny
as a person can get. We were in the pool, no playing, no splashing,
just the three of us trading feels, kisses, and hugs. Sharon is an
unashamed bisexual. Marla was (and is) just plain horny. It
wasn't long before we were out of the pool and on the lawn.
I was about to get involved in my first threesome. I don't
even remember Marla getting me inside her. But I was. I
do remember Sharon squatting over my face. I remember that
because my semen was still inside her and it was leaking out
and onto my face. This is not my thing, but when I'm that hot,
I can tolerate a lot of things. Sharon had her back towards my
face and was kissing Marla (or at least that's what I assumed).
I have never been able to come in a hurry in the position with
the female on top of me. This time was no exception. My face
and neck were getting drenched by Sharon. Whatever she and Marla
were doing was causing Marla to slow down on her movements.
And I was just laying there with my penis hard as a rock deep
inside Marla. I really couldn't do anything for myself. Finally
Sharon rolled off me and just laid beside me giggling. Marla
resumed and I was at last able to explode inside her. I didn't
know if Marla came or not. Of all the women in my life I have
ever known, she is really impossible to know for certain if she
has orgasmed. She is so quiet about it. I finally had to ask
her.
"Silly. Of course I did. Three different times. Couldn't you feel
it?"
"Feel it?" I thought. "How am I supposed to feel it when she
comes?" I guess if she had faked one I would have been more
satisfied at how good I was.
She pushed her cute freckled face towards me and said, "Bill my
man. You never ask a woman if she's come. Your job is to do
what you can to help her come. You have to learn to pay attention
to what her body is saying to you. Not to the sounds she is
making. Learn a woman's body."
She was right. Sharon was vocal, but the more I thought about
it the more I realized I knew how she felt by how her body was
reacting.
We all three got up and went under the patio and the shade to rest.
Marla didn't need more freckles, Sharon was getting an all over
tan now and this was really going to be hard to keep hiding from
her mother, and I burn really easily.
We had forgotten all about Terry and Ellen. Suddenly I could hear
the shower going on in the bathroom/changing room. I called out,
"are you too okay." No answer.
In a few minutes Ellen came out the door with a big smile on her
face. No one had to ask her anything.
"It was wonderful. It was just so dreamy. I didn't want to leave.
I wanted to do it over and over." She was starting to get a
little sickening. I guess sex agreed with her.
After Terry came out of the shower, we sat around and talked. We
talked like what we had done was the most important thing we
would ever do in our lives. And probably at the time it was.
Terry said that if he knew what was going to happen, he would
probably have chickened out. Ellen said that the first morning
that she and Sharon came to my room, they had no intention of
going as far as we did.
But, this did happen. We now were the 'big five'. Terry had
come along just in time to save me from an early death do to
sexual exhaustion. There would have been no way for me to keep
up with the three girls. They were now on fire, and I only had one
small hose to put the fires out.
The folks were going to be back early that evening since dad was
going to take Monday off. So we broke off our conversations, got
our swim suits on and jumped into the pool.
Sure enough, mom called to tell Ellen that we would go out to
dinner that night so she didn't have to cook anything. They
were leaving right now. I learned to appreciate the fact that they
always called.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 5
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Chapter Five - Gail makes us a 6 pack
We didn't use every opportunity to have mini orgies. We all had
other interests in life. But we did have our moments over the
next few weeks.
We hadn't seen Marla for a couple of weeks. She called on the
first Friday after school was out to let us know that she was
going to be visiting her grandmother over the weekend and to
find out if we were going to be around.
"Sure. You can feel free to come over tomorrow and swim Marla."
Mom was sitting on the couch while I was on the phone. "I'll
call Terry and have Ellen call Sharon. I don't get out of work
until noon, but Ellen will be here."
I hung up. "It's okay isn't it mom?"
"I want you kids to enjoy your summer. I want you to have friends
over. Mrs. Knights granddaughter is a sweet girl. I think you
should do everything you can to be nice to her."
Mom never was to find out just how nice we were to Marla.
It was a fairly normal Saturday. School had ended. Both Ellen and
I got super grades. My work at the shop was good. So my parents
couldn't be more pleased if they had to be. Dad let me go a little
early so I could have a good time with the 'kids'.
Marla saw me drive up and came running over from Mrs. Knights
house. "Bill I've got a problem." My heart sunk. I just knew she
was going to say she was pregnant. Hesitantly I asked, "what
kind of problem?"
She knew right away what I was thinking. "No it's not anything
as serious as that."
I was a man who had been pardoned by the warden. "What's wrong
then?"
"I have to bring my cousin with me today. She's our age, and
she goes to your school. But she's kind of strange. Maybe you
know her, her name is Gail Saunders."
I knew who she was. She had been in several of my classes at
school. Gail was a tall girl. Probably taller than most of the
guys in school. She never talked. You didn't know she existed
if you never saw her shadow. "Sure I know who she is. I didn't
know she was related to Mrs. Knight."
"She only visited when her parents came over. Her mom and
grandmother had a fight years ago and so they hardly ever talked.
I hate to do this to everyone, but can I bring her?"
"Sure. I'll tell Ellen. We better warn Terry and Sharon." About
that time Terry pulled up and saw me talking to Marla.
"What's up you two?"
"Marla was telling me she has to bring her cousin Gail Saunders
along."
"The Gail Saunders? I get neck strain just looking at her face."
"That's the one." I turned to Marla and explained that he didn't
mean that as a nasty chop, but Gail was 6 or 7 inches taller than
Terry. "Not every guy is a shrimp Terry."
"Gail is fine with me. Actually she's kind of pretty."
I sent Terry in to warn Ellen, and waited while Marla got her
cousin Gail. Gail was the original ugly duckling. She was indeed
a very beautiful girl, that is if she would ever smile. She was
at least six feet tall, and big. She wasn't fat, just big. She had
Marla's bright red hair, but without the freckles. Her voice was
soft and ultra feminine. I couldn't ever remember seeing her
talking with other girls or with any boyfriend.
She came out of Mrs. Knights house in a two piece bathing suit.
One of her breasts made two of any of the other three girls breasts.
She was in a single word statuesque. Her body was very athletic
without any excess fat, yet her curves were very womanly. She
was a diamond waiting for some guy to discover her.
"Hi Gail. I'm Bill."
"I know who you are. We had Chemistry and English together
this year. You're on the baseball team and had a great season.
Your twin sister is Ellen and she's the size of one of my legs.
I used to watch you play in your yard with Sharon Meyers."
The FBI didn't know that much about me. "I'm embarrassed. You
know so much about me, and I hardly know anything about you."
"That's okay. I'm not worth knowing that much." Pain flowed
from every word she spoke. I knew then and there she had no idea
who or what she was. I took her hand in mine and ignoring Marla
completely, I brought her into the house and out to the patio.
"Terry, Ellen, this is Gail Saunders. Gail this is my sister Ellen,
and this is Terr..."
"Terry Slader!" she squealed in the first glimmer of excitement I had
ever seen in her face, "the best gymnast in the state."
"You know me?"
Gail slowed down her enthusiasm, and looked down into the ground.
"Yes. I have a scrapbook at home with every newspaper article ever
written about you. I guess you think it's silly, but I've had a
crush on you since the 9th grade. I sneak into the gym just to watch
you practice."
Terry was totally red with blush. He was speechless. He had no
idea that anyone but his friends and team mates even knew what
he had done. "Wow I'm tickled. Gail you couldn't have a nicer
thing to me. I am so thrilled that you care that much. But why
haven't you ever said anything to me?"
"Because you only come up to my navel and I didn't want people to
laugh at me. I.."
"I can't believe it. I would have loved to talk with you and
introduce you to the guys on the team. Every one knows who
you are. They just don't think you like people."
Gail had become so self conscious about her size that she had built
a wall around herself that was miles thick. She couldn't see
any value in herself. And figured everyone considered her as
a freak. She was far from a freak. She was just a girl in pain.
Some music came on and without further warning I took Gail's hands
and said, "I get the first dance. Marla taught me so you'll have to
forgive me if I only know the 2 step."
"Please I'm not very good at..."
It was too late for her protest. I had her in my arms. Fortunately
she was wearing sandals so I was a little more than an inch taller
than her. I held her in my arms and this lady melted into them.
She had never been touched by a boy her age. She was absolutely
awkward not because of some physical reason. She had dreamed
of some guy her age holding her and now it was happening. She
didn't know how to handle it. "Gail you should be showing me how
to dance. You're great." She was great. She was this statuesque
red head who was as graceful as a gazelle. She floated in my
arms, and I enjoyed her tremendously.
The song ended and I just couldn't let go. I looked her in the
eyes and said, "that was the most fantastic dance a guy could
ever have. You were wonderful. I didn't want the music to
end. Can I dance more with you today?"
She didn't answer. "Gail. Who told you that you weren't pretty?
Who lied to you and didn't tell you how graceful you are?"
She was still silent. I couldn't stand it. Ellen, Marla and Terry
didn't even exist. "Listen to me. I don't know who in the world
ever hurt you, but any bad thing anyone has ever said to you is
a lie. You are beautiful, exciting to hold, and well, I want you
to be around us more often."
Terry and Ellen both spoke their approval. For the first time in
the years I had seen her, Gail smiled. She looked around at us
and shook her head. "You really mean that don't you?"
"Yes we do," said Ellen, "and not only do I want you to come over
anytime you can this summer, but I want to be your friend at school
next year."
We learned something right then and there. Gail was an emotional
person. And don't start her crying. She could fill our pool with
her tears. They were now streaming down her cheeks. In all
this time, no one had taken time to talk to her as a friend. She
had carried around years of snickers about her height. She
resented being alive. But now she found acceptance.
My actions weren't grand. She was everything I told her she
was. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, Terry
remarked about how neat she looked. Actually she was down right
sexy to him.
We got so wrapped up in our conversations with Gail that we
forgot all about Sharon. That was a mistake. Sharon came bounding
out the patio door already topless and just in her panties. "Okay
you guys why do you all have your clothes on." She didn't even
see Gail who was in a corner.
Ellen tried to catch Sharon's attention, Marla was trying to hide,
I immediately looked at Gail who showed no emotion at all.
Finally Gail looked at Ellen and said, "you don't think I know
that you play in your back yard without any clothes on don't you?
That's okay. I saw you one Saturday right after Easter break. I
was always hoping I could get invited over. I love being in the
nude.
"You mean you're not going to say anything to Grandma or my
folks?" asked Marla, still shocked.
"That's the last thing you would ever have to worry about. No
I won't tell. I plan on just enjoying myself." Without warning
Gail took the top part of her suit off. When her breasts fell free
they were spectacular. Playboy had just started to come out and
I had seen my first copies ever of it. Gail breasts were every bit
as nice as any of those girls. Her breasts were big and had just a
hint of drooping because of their mass. Her skin was marble
white-pink.
Terry and I just sat there with our mouths open. Sharon and Gail
just locked eyes.
I have often theorized that women who have bi sexual tendencies
communicate this to other bi sexual women. Gail and Sharon
immediately knew that there was a natural attraction between
them. It was powerful for both of them. Nothing was said, but
you could feel it. But we were to learn that day that there was
a reason for Gail to have these tendancies.
"I don't know what you five were worried about. It's not like
I haven't been nude around people before." Gail went on from
there. She was the youngest of 4 kids. She had three older
brothers, and was sort of a 2nd family. Her oldest brother Tom
was about 16 years older than Gail. He and his wife Sue used
to have Gail stay a couple of weeks every summer with them from the
time she was 10.
"What my parents didn't know was that Tom and Sue are nudist. So
I would spend my two weeks with them at the nudist camp."
"A nudist colony?" I asked.
"No not a colony. A camp. I loved it. I was free to do just
about anything I wanted without fear of getting hurt. They
had a big pool, a huge play area, a crafts corner, a library,
acres of lawn, and total freedom."
"Aren't those places kind of, you know, sex places?" asked Sharon.
"No. No one is allowed to touch kids without permission from the
kids parents. That includes hugging them or even holding them. No
one is allowed to do anything sexual around others. If they do, they
are told to leave and not come back."
"I don't know, I think I would be hard as can be with all those
women around with no clothes on," I said.
"Bill, I have never seen a male penis erect at camp. And I have
seen hundreds of penises; big, small, one two year old boys, on
eighty year old men, you name it. Yours isn't always hard
around the girls here is it?"
"I guess I understand."
"Do you still go there?" asked Sharon.
"No. When I was 14, I was at camp with Tom and Sue. A bunch of the
teenagers wanted to plant a garden. The manager said we could and
showed us where a good place would be. He even gave us the tools to
get started. Well, while we were digging, one of the boys hit an
underground nest of yellow jackets. Before we could get away I was
stung all over my body. I was laying on the ground and couldn't
breath. The next thing I remembered I was in the hospital. They
said I had over a hundred welts on my face and body. Mom came
all the way over to the hospital that night. When she asked where
did this happen, the nurse told her that I was at the camp. Mom
came unglued. She couldn't believe Tom and Sue were into such
a perverted thing, and that they would dare to subject me to such
filth. Mom had been kind of suspicious, because every year when
I got home from staying with Tom and Sue I had a nice tan and
no bathing suit marks. My boobs and fanny had a nice golden tan.
She never said anything, but she was suspicious."
"I remember when that happened. Your mom called my dad all
the way to New York and was really ticked. The whole family
knew about it. I just never knew what kind of camp you got stung
at."
"Mom still won't talk to Tom and Sue. I am the only one who writes
to them all the time. I promised that when I move out of the house
I'm going back to the camp. I had more friends there than anywhere.
No one is a phony, we all dress the same, I just was always so happy
there."
"That's amazing. Nothing sexual happens there?" asked Ellen.
"I didn't say that. I said nothing sexual happens in public. In
private it's different."
"Guys never came on to you?"
"That's really funny. I always felt the guys my age at camp were
so much more mature than the guys at school. I was always treated
with respect at camp. Let me give you an example." She turned
her attention to Marla, "have you ever heard guys at school say
things about girls and their periods?"
Ellen and Sharon both said, "Yes."
"They are so stupid about it. It makes you want to scream," said
Ellen.
"At camp, when a girl has her period, she wears shorts. It
just makes it easier to keep a pad in place. The guys know
what is happening, what it is all about and that the girl probably
doesn't feel 100%. They treat you with care and kindness. I have
never seen it any differently. And I think it's because they know
what is happening and it is discussed openly. The only time you
can't trust the guys is when they have the teen dances on Friday
nights. Their hands have a tendancy to roam. And what's funny
is this is the only time we are all dressed."
We all had a chuckle at this inconsistancy.
"So that's where you learned to dance."
"Sort of. One of the ladies who always stayed at camp used to
teach ballet. She was in her 70's. Her cabin was next to Tom
and Sue's cabin. She worked with me a lot on my dancing. I
only had two weeks a year with her, but she would spent 2 or 3
hours a day with me. She died last year and I wanted to go to
her funeral so badly I could taste it. But mom found out where
I met her and wouldn't let me go."
"Nothing sexual ever happened to you at camp?"
"I didn't say that. I met a girl from Oregon. Jill was 15 and I
was 13. We became friends the first day. We swam together
laid on a blanket under a tree and read together. She would
brush my hair for the longest time. We would laugh, talk about
boys, talk about school; we were just really close. Her parents
had a small trailer they stayed in. Jill had a nice tent that her
dad pitched next to the trailer. So she asked if I could spend
the night in the tent with her. Tom and Sue said it was fine with
them and her mom and dad said it was fine with them. We laid on
top of the sleeping bags for awhile and read. When we turned out
the lights we snuggled up to each other. I don't remember whose
idea it was, but we started to kiss each other. Before I was even
aware of it, we were kissing pretty heavy. I felt her hand touch
my breast. I loved it immediately. Her hand was so soft and she
seemed to know exactly what felt good to me. I couldn't stand it
so I started to feel her breasts. When she kissed my breast, her
hand touched me where only I had touched myself. And the only
time I ever touched myself there was when I had gone piddle and
was wiping or in the bath and I was washing. I had never been
touched there for the feelings of pleasure. I felt pleasure when
Jill touched me. That night Jill gave me my first orgasm ever.
She showed me how to give her one, and how I could give myself
one. We probably had three or more orgasms each before we went
to sleep. We spent every night together those next two weeks,
and every night we would enjoy each other very much."
"So you don't like guys then," I said.
"That's not true at all. I prefer guys. But no guy has ever
really paid attention to me."
"You've never given any of us a chance," I said.
"Most of the guys at school are such losers. They have no idea
what life is all about. They don't even understand sex. They
need to learn alot. I guess that's why I was really excited about
coming over here."
"So you have seen more than just nudity here."
Gail finally showed her first signs of embarrassment as she looked
at the ground with a sly smile and said, "Yes. A couple of weekends
ago, Marla didn't even know I was at Grandma's house. I heard her
voice over here, so I got on the ladder and saw everything."
"Everything?"
"Let's see. Bill was on the ground, Marla was on top of Bill's
penis and Sharon was sitting over Bill's face."
"Oh boy, I guess you did see everything. Does your grandmother
have any other people visiting that we should be aware of?"
"Don't worry. I'll fix the ladder tonight," said Gail.
"Did you ever see Jill again after that summer?"
"Her father was transferred to Phoenix, Arizona. She still writes.
They found a nudist camp there, but it's not the same. There
aren't as many people her age."
Gail was a confirmed nudist. She not only enjoyed the lifestyle
she craved it. Because of her, all of us at one time or another
became involved in nudism, and some of us still are.
(I realize that this chapter seems to be a commercial for the
American Sunbathing Association. It is not really intended to be
that way. But Gail had an influence on us that summer, one that
lasted. And we had an influence on her. She blossomed as a
person that summer, right in front of our eyes. When they returned
to school the falling fall, Gail and Terry started being seen with
each other all the time. Gail ran for her first office in school
and won, much to her surprise. She became very outgoing, and
a very popular person to be around. Most of this was due to
Terry's influence. She followed him to college and the two
married a few years later. They had two sons who today are
outstanding atheletes. Gail left us at the age of 32 after fighting
a long battle with cancer. She is missed, but not forgotten.
Her marks are still on all of our lives.)
Gail words opened our minds completely. I think if it had been
and adult saying these things, we wouldn't have believed them or
would have looked for another motive. We spent an hour asking
questions, and she seemed to beam at the idea that her opinion was
so respected.
There we were that day. Six 17 year olds, four girls, two boys, all
completely in the nude, and not one sexual thing happened all
that day. Even when we went into the pool, it was like there
was nothing unusual about our attire. When mom called that
evening to tell us she was heading home, I had to remind Ellen
to get dressed. A new era had begun in our lives and we embraced
it with open arms.
Gail and Marla had to leave early, their grandmother needed a ride to
the store. Sharon was watching her little sister that night, so
Terry, Ellen and I sat around talking. I could tell immediately that Terry
was excited about Gail. Ellen understood his attraction and
encouraged him to cultivate his friendship with our new friend.
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Gail and Terry did get married in 1962. They had two wonderful
sons. There oldest son was a gifted athelete and played for a few
years in the NFL. Gail would never see her son play football.
She died of cancer only a few years after the birth of her younger
son.
This chapter is in memory of the "Ugly Duckling" who as in the
fable did turn out to be a beautiful swan. Gail was her real name.
She is still missed today by those of us who loved her dearly.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 6
Chapter Six - Observations
The following weeks were full of adventure. The six of us saw more
of each other than we could ever imagine. I would come home
from work each day and help Ellen with her work. Sometimes one
of the other's were already there. The minute I got home, I would
go to my room, remove my clothes and put them in the laundry,
and just not bother to put anything else on. Ellen would get up in
the morning and never bother to get dressed after her shower. Mom
was a little upset that she would run around the house in the nude,
but Ellen would remind mom that dad and I were at work and she
could always put on a robe if someone came to the door. Bless her
heart, mom didn't really like it, but she was wise enough to let
Ellen continue to work around the house nude.
I was also taking a lot more time to try to understand the mysteries
of our bodies, of women, and of life in general. I had learned a
good habit when I was about 11. Journalizing. I still have every
day of my life completely "journalized". These are records of my
experiences, feelings, observations, and thoughts for every day
of my life. They now take up almost forty volumes. I have recently
scanned them and they are now on disk. The point is that much
of what I am telling, is indeed from my old journals. So if I
wax philosophical it's because I was so awed by the female of our
species that I spent a lot of time in my journals talking about their
differences; about some of the changes I saw, and about my overall
feelings about them. The only people who have read my journals
are my wife, and oldest daughter.
One of the first major observations was on the differences in
the female genitals from one to the other. Men have some differences
from one man to the next, but these are confined to length,
circumference, rigidity, straightness, and whether or not he is
circumcised (and how much foreskin is left from circumcision). But
other than these, there is not a whole lot of differences. This is
far from the case with women. Each one is slightly different.
I had remarked earlier about how Sharon's inner lips were like
tiny ridges, and Ellen's extended in length to her outer lips.
Gail and Marla were almost an exact compromise between these two.
At first everything about Marla's vulva seemed disproportionately
large because she was fully shaven. After the first day with us
she stopped shaving and grew a beautiful mons of carrot red
pubic hair. As she did so, her entire vulva seemed to change in
it's proportions. Marla's inner lips would, however stand very
rigid when she got the least bit excited. Now most inner lips do
this anyway, but hers was really pronounced. It was like they were
raising themselves to get attention from a penis, finger, or tongue
to visit them.
The clit is one of the most fascinating pieces of feminine anatomy.
In some ways it is a miniature penis. But it is far more than that.
I had mentioned that Ellen had a very pronounced clit. The other
three had clits of almost the same size, which I would, in my
limited experience, call normal. That's not to say Ellen's is
abnormal. But the size doesn't seem to affect it's sensitivity.
Gail's was super sensitive. You could turn her off sexually if
you touched it wrong. Yet to look at her clit, it was no different
in size and shape from Marla's or Sharon's. Marla's clit loved
to have strong direct contact. If your hand was teasing her clit,
she would use her own hand to guide you on top of it.
The outer lips seemed to be much more consistent. Gail's seemed
to be a slight bit thicker and bigger, but I wrote that I thought
that was probably because she was bigger overall.
An amazing difference I wrote about was the inside of the vagina.
Now you wouldn't think there could be that much difference, but there
is a big difference. There is a difference in feel. I would suggest
a man take time to explore his love's vagina (assuming of course
that they are a heterosexual couple) with his finger tips. Do it
lightly and as an exploration and not as a prelude to intercourse.
Pay attention to the messages your finger tips are telling your
brain. The upper roof of the vagina has a strong rippling very
similar to the roof of your mouth, except it isn't being supported
by bone, but by muscle. Sharon had the most pronounced ribbing
her that I have ever had the privilege to feel (I should have been
a gynecologist). Marla had the least pronounced. Now the floor
of the vagina is much softer. Sharon also had some muscles that
made the floor of her vagina feel like it was scalloped.
I really get turned off by some of the erotic stories I read about
how a woman's vagina is assaulted and slammed into with the
throbbing pounding, pulsating 9, 10, 11 inch massive 'love tools'
of some guy. The whole tissue of the vagina is very elastic and
can expand (to a size large enough to give birth). But it is
also soft and tears easily. Inside the vagina is a wet and warm
incubator waiting for some bacteria or fungus to grow. Any
tears can be a serious invitation for a full blown infection.
(I guess that's the dentist in me.)
About infections. One day in July I discovered something that
I should have known before, but never connected it. I went
into the bathroom/changing room to get a towel. Marla was sitting
on the toilet, and she was pooping. I apologized and was going
to leave. She said to stay because she wanted to talk to me in
private. It was a mundane thing about Gail's feelings about Terry.
But when she was finished and was going to wipe herself, she got
the toilet paper and raised up reaching her hand with the toilet
paper clear around and behind her ass checks. I asked her why
she didn't just wipe from the front going between her legs. It's
a whole lot easier than going through the contortions she was
going through. I didn't know that all women had to go through
these contortions to do this common task. "That's fine for
you guys, but there's germs in poop, and if it gets into my pussy,
I could have a big problem with infections," Marla informed me.
A light bulb came on in my brain. I would have never realized just
how susceptible a woman's vagina was to infection. But she was
right. I guess in some ways men are lucky.
All three of the girls were different in the way their periods hit
them. I don't know if it was from the phase of the moon or the
tides in China or what, but all four of the girls seemed to have
their periods at the same time. And all four of them were totally
different from each other. This was before PMS was discovered. A
woman suffering from what we now call PMS was just "on the rag".
And her complaining was "ragging". None of the girls were ever
the vicious PMS sufferers. Ellen would weep at the drop of a hat.
She would hear the story of Snow White and cry when Snow White
ate the apple. She was a basket case, but she was easily comforted
with being held and talked to.
Gail would take things wrong and personally. She would feel that
God didn't love her if there was a bad sunset. She needed to be
constantly reassured of her worth during this time. She was a lady
who craved affection being expressed verbally.
Sharon didn't seem to be bothered emotionally. But she got
the physical symptoms. She would get cramps so bad that she
would just lay on the lounge chair all day. The only reason
she would come over to our house is that she could remove all her
clothes. She retained so much water in her system and was so
bloated that clothes just felt tight and uncomfortable.
Then there was Marla. For some weird reason when her period
arrived she got as horny as a human could get. She wanted sex or
she would bust. She said it was always that way. She spent
practically the entire summer 'baby-sitting' her aged grandmother.
So I was victimized in June, July, and August by this insatiable
appetite of hers. The first time was right after school was over
for the summer. Marla and I had screwed only once to this point.
It was on a Wednesday and Marla was at the house with Ellen when
I got home. She saw me pull up in the driveway and stood at our
door totally nude. As I walked to the door she smiled and said,
"Hurry up and get naked so we can go out back and fuck!" Talk
about foreplay. But you have to remember she was from New York and
that was extensive foreplay for them. After her very descriptive
command, she proceeded to get me undressed. I protested that I
hadn't had a chance to shower and I smelled like oil and dirt from
the shop. She could care less. We went outside and she said we
better do it on the grass. I had no idea what was going on. When
she saw me pull in she had run to Ellen's bathroom and removed her
tampon. So I didn't even realize that her period was in full
'bloom'. I was going to take my time and be a real 'lover'. She
didn't have time for any preliminaries.
"What's your hurry?" I asked
"I just want your cock deep inside me. No hush and let's get going."
She got me hard whether I wanted to be or not. As soon as I was
hard, she made me get on my back and she lowered her pussy over
my hard cock. She was not the same person I knew. She was wild.
It was like there was an itch deep inside and she was going to use
my cock to scratch it. She came almost immediately. I was still
trying to get my mind in sync with my body and she was headed for
yet another orgasm. By the time I was able to finally get a shot
inside her vagina, she had had three orgasms and was headed for a
fourth one.
When we finished, I was exhausted. I had been laying on my back,
she had done all the work and I was exhausted.
As she finally got off of me I asked, "what's this all about? I
thrilled you're happy to see me, but this is a little out of the
ordinary."
She just laughed and said, "well, look at your cock now."
I looked down and it looked like I had been working in a butchers
shop. I had so much blood all over my lower body I started to
panic that I had injured her internally. "I'm sorry Marla, I never
meant to hurt you. I'm sorry."
She roared with laughter. "You haven't hurt me. That's my blood
and it's from inside, but you didn't do it. It's my period and I
just get so horny during my periods. And well, I didn't feel like
making myself come. Now you can shower. And then later we
need to do it again."
And we did do it again later. Three more times. I was beat. I
could hardly move and she looked as fresh as a daisy. She came
over the next day and I could only go two times. Marla was
insatiable.
I have known Marla for 40 years now. After my wife died, she
stayed with me for a few months to help me over my grief. Even
though Marla has now passed through menopause, she still gets
these insatiable streaks, monthly, about the time her period would
have hit.
I guess she just conditioned me for married life, because Karen got
very horny during her periods. Fortunately she wasn't as aggressive
as Marla, and even more fortunately she didn't suffer each month
like her older sister did. (I had inaccurately said I was victimized
by Marla's periods. That's not true or fair. I got to where I
loved them. Except for the mess, this is the wildest sex a man
can enjoy. Karen and I would plan weekend 'get aways' to be
during her periods so we could really enjoy them together. But
I never said I was normal.)
I have studied enough about the human body chemistry to have a
sincere appreciation for what they are going through at these times.
I don't know what my mind would do if I had to encounter such
a shock to my chemical makeup. This doesn't include tampons
that take all the moisture out of their vaginas as well as blood.
This doesn't take into account trying to walk and act sweet
and charming with a bulky pad between their legs. To mention
a few of the inconveniences and bothers.
Much has been said and written about the female 'G' spot. You
can look in all the anatomy manuals in the world and never see
this part of the female anatomy pictured or even mentioned. I
think that the most pronounced 'G' spot was with Sharon. She
seemed to really move into her climax when it was massaged. But
it had to be done just right. During oral sex if I got her clit and
inner lips to where they were responding, she loved to have that
small muscle between her butthole and pussy rubbed gently like
it was being massaged. This would speed her to an almost immediate
orgasm. While this was great for Sharon, it did nothing for the
others.
All four of them loved having their breasts played with. Sharon
would be the exception during her periods when they were so
tender she would cry in pain if you barely brushed against them.
The size didn't seem to affect the amount of attention they required.
It seemed to be a matter of personal preference more than size
or shape.
There were so many differences. Women are so fascinating. A man
could spend a lifetime just trying to learn about them and not get
bored. They are truly wondrously created.
I guess to some people all that happened between the six of us seems
incredible and to some degree improbable. What someone chooses
to believe has very little to do with the facts however. Women by
nature are monogamous. And we did not exercise a monogamous
attitude among the six of us. This was partially because of our
ages, and the fact that we were still experimenting with life. But
we also had a wonderful chemistry. Gail and Sharon were overtly
bi sexual. Ellen and Marla were passively bi. I can't say they were
all born this way or they acquired these tendencies. Terry and I
were very hetero. But men are by nature far less monogamous than
are women. They only time there was any jealousy at all was when
Gail and I were together in Terry's presence. I never sensed an
uneasiness among the girls about who was with who.
We tended to calm down our sexuality more and more as we got
into summer. Oh we did all at one time or another engage in sexual
play most of the time. But sex became less and less a focus of what
we were doing. We did a lot of crazy things too.
One day I happened to mention that women make a different sound
one from another when peeing. That it was distinctive enough that
you could learn who was going to the bathroom just by the sound
their peeing made. We sat around and talked about this. Even the
girls themselves said that since I brought it up, they had noticed
different sounds when in the girls bathroom at school. I questioned
if this affected how hard women peed, or how their stream went.
Our conversation became more humorous than anything else. Gail
said that if she sat on the edge of the picnic table and arched her
back, she could pee as far as Terry or me. So from that we decided
that the following day we would have a peeing contest.
The next day came. Ellen got the whole thing set up by making
a couple gallons of ice tea. Actually before the day was over, the
six of us had consumed a little over two gallons of ice tea, probably
another gallon of water and who knows how much soda.
We all agreed to hold it until everyone else was ready. Sharon was
in extreme pain before we started. Terry and I moved the picnic
table so that our target would be the lawn. We agreed to let Sharon
go first since she was becoming the most desperate.
Sharon positioned herself on the edge of the picnic table and arched
her back she spread her legs and let go. Her stream went out a
couple of inches and fell straight down splashing all over the
bench on the picnic table, getting her feet wet.
Marla was pretty good. At least she could clear the bench. She
shot a small stream which looked almost like a man's stream.
Ellen was not much better than Marla. She did clear the bench
and her stream was even thicker. So I guess the size of the
body has little to do with it.
Terry and I were fairly evenly matched. It was no contest against
the girls. The location of the male urethra at the end of the
penis is a great advantage and if we made ourselves semi-hard
we could get a couple inches in distance away from our bodies.
Gail was awesome, for a girl. She was true to her word and arched
her back spread her legs and then she reached down and spread
her labia. She outdistanced both Marla and Ellen.
We had shown our true ages. We had so much fun doing this very
childish thing. Sharon was reloaded in a very short time. She
wanted to give it a second try. I told her to hold on, and I would
help her. I had forgotten how years ago I used to do the same
thing. I held Sharon's labia open and stood off to the side. As
she started to squirt, I saw that her stream was much wider than
anyone else's. Out of curiosity, I bent down to get a closer look,
and was splashed in the face with spray. My immediate reaction
was to jump back.
"What's wrong?" Ellen asked.
"She got me in the face."
This brought about roars from everyone but me. Sharon was finished
and when I had let go of her lips she again washed the bench with
her pee. I then did something very impulsive. I reached over
and parted her outer lips again before she got up, and licked
them. I licked all around her pussy.
"What are you doing?" Sharon cried out.
"I've tasted it before. But now I wanted to see what you tasted
like when it was fresh."
"Bill, you're going to be a regular 'Golden Shower' freak," said
Marla.
"A what?" a couple of us questioned almost in unison.
"Golden Showers. Pee games. Some people play them all the time.
I played them at Brian's fraternity house with some of the guys
and their girlfriends."
Marla went on to describe several of the different things they
did. Most of them weren't too appealing to us. But finally
I decided that it might be fun to watch the girls pee on my
body. But only if I could watch.
They all four did. It was kind of fun. But the fun wore down
as their pee got cold. When it was warm it felt kind of nice
splashing on my body. But when it got cold it lost some of
it's charm.
We never went too much farther with our bodily functions beyond
this one time. There were a couple of things that happened on our
camping trips. But I'm talking about in our yard.
It wasn't that the 'newness' had worn off, it was more that we
really started to bond as friends. With this increased bonding
came more exploring of what the others felt and wanted.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 7
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:22:45 GMT
Chapter Seven - Camping
I have a confession to make. For poetic license sake, I am
going to make this all one camping trip. Most of the things that
happened did happen on one trip. I have just added from a couple
of other trips.
The six of us went camping four different times. Three of them were
for weekends and one was a whole week affair. The weekend trips
were in some of the local mountains along the San Francisco
peninsula. But our big trip was towards the end of August 1956,
and it was a back packing trip high up in the Sierra Mountains.
Anyone familiar with this area will tell you how beautiful it is.
Terry and I used to camp all over this area when we were scouts.
The area is covered with Ponderosa Pines, Fir Trees, and other
assorted pines. There were springs all over the mountains. Some
of the meadows had artesian wells. If you go high enough, there
is still some patches of snow on the ground even in August.
Terry and I had targeted a site that we were familiar with. It was
about three miles from the ranger station and a good mile from
where most people would camp. It was along a creek that fed
into a nice lake. We were on a side of a creek that would give
us a full view of anyone coming up the trail at least 5 minutes
before they would ever see us. This was for obvious reasons.
The creek made a sharp bend just downstream from us, and there
was a shallow pool formed by it that allowed the water to warm
up enough to be pleasant. There was a small dam which
would protect our backside and some rocks to the north of us.
In other words, without being in a canyon, we were protected
from unwanted visitors on three sides and a 5 minute window
in front of us.
The draw back was this was truly primitive. And it also meant we
had to back pack into the area. My dad had let us use the station
wagon, so we used it to store our extra provisions we would need.
We had proven we could be trustworthy in camping out together,
as boys and girls. My parents didn't know that we would be going
to an area with no bathrooms or showers, and we didn't bother to
say anything to them about it.
The plan was for us to set up camp. Every other day Terry or
I would go back to the ranger station where the wagon was parked
and bring back more supplies.
I was concerned for Ellen because her pack was as big as she was,
and weighed almost as much. Marla was a big city girl and hadn't
camped out that much. We only had two weekend camp outs and both
of those were within a few feet from where the car was parked, and
had plumbing and showers. This was to be a real adventure.
Since we were going to have to do a lot of setup, we left home
early in the morning and after a long drive reached the ranger
station about 10:30 or so. We showed the rangers on the map
where we would be camping. We got a few strange looks from one
of them when they realized it was two guys and four girls. But
nothing was said, and we were thanked for pinpointing our campsite.
We packed up everyone and set out. It turned out to be an extremely
pleasant day. The air got warm in a hurry and within a half hour
Marla was feeling really warm. "Is it safe to remove my shirt?"
she asked. "I have to pee," said Sharon. I just looked at Terry
with that 'oh brother' look. This was going to be a long trip
with Sharon. She has the worlds smallest bladder connected to
the world's most overactive kidneys.
"Yes, it's safe. The only ones that showed on the map at the
ranger station is us."
We stopped for a 'potty break'. All four girls had to go. When
Marla asked to take off her shirt, I thought she meant her sweat
shirt. She meant the whole thing. Gail and Sharon followed suit.
But this didn't last long. Even though it was hot, they soon
realized that being hot was better than having the skin worn
off of their shoulders from the straps of the back packs. So
we were forced with another 'potty break' for them to put their
shirts back on.
This time while they were piddling, Marla called me over. She was
just finishing her period (which explained why I was already tired
before we started.) and she wanted me to stand there so she
could brace herself. "For what?" I asked. She said nothing
but reached between her legs and pulled out a tampon. She smiled
at me and handed it to me, "here, I don't know what to do with it."
I had taught this city girl that you just don't throw things
like this around the forest. So she was going to let me
dispose of it. I had to stay there holding this 'thing' by it's
string between my thumb and forefinger while she put a new one
in. At least she held on to the wrapper.
"Aren't you going to take this back?" I asked.
"You're the boy scout. You take care of it," she replied.
I felt so masculine as I carried this 'thing' dangling from it's
string back to the others so I could get the shovel out of my
pack. Everyone watched as I dug a pit, dumped it in, and buried
it. When I was finished they all applauded. "It's about time a
guy gets a feeling for what we have to put up with," were the
first words out of Ellen's mouth. "Grrr (or similar)" were mine.
We were again on our way. Fortunately we were making good time.
Because any further and we would have had a couple more 'potty
stops'.
We arrived at the campsite and all four of the girls fell in love
with it. It lived up to all it's billing. It was still early, so
Terry and I set up the camp while the girls explored the area.
Marla squealed with delight at seeing the little chipmunks scampering
all around. Gail wanted to climb up on the rocks to look all around
the area. Ellen and Sharon wanted to sit at the edge of the creek
and just dangle their feet in it.
We set the camp up with a fire ring about 10 feet from a natural
spring. This made our trips for cooking water much shorter.
We had brought twine and after cutting several small branches
from some of the trees we were able to lash together a good
sized table for cooking utensils. There was a tree next to this
that had a low branch for us to put a 'cooler' up.
On the other side of the fire ring, next to the dam, we pitched
a tent to store things and for refuge in case some one accidentally
came our way. In front of the tent and extending around the
fire ring we spread the sleeping bags.
About 15 yards away or so was a secluded area which we felt would
be the best spot for a latrine. I dug it, set the can of lime next
to it and stuck a roll of toilet paper on a branch next to it. The
girls would have to learn how to use the latrine 'Japanese style'.
Actually by working together, Terry and I got things set up in
a fairly short amount of time.
We moved a large log in front of the fire ring to sit on, and there
was a large stump at the end facing the path to the latrine. This
stump was large, close to three feet across, and would be used
to hold a lot of our stuff including the two lanterns we would
use at night.
We called the girls over for a look at our 'home'. Ellen and
Gail were thrilled, Marla looked and said it would get some
getting used to. Sharon looked at the sleeping bags and asked,
"Why are they in singles? Can't they be zipped together so two
people can sleep in them?" I didn't know. On our weekend outings
we had always slept in our own bags, so I just assumed that this
would be the sleeping arrangements for the week.
The other three took the request up and echoed Sharon's question.
Terry and I just looked at each other. After all what harm would
there be in sleeping with the girls. We had done a lot more intimate
things than that with them.
"Sure, we can zip them together. But who is going to sleep with
who?"
Terry made his first overture to Gail, one that she practically
melted hearing from him. "I'd like to have Gail sleep with me
if she would."
Gail was thrilled as a blush crept across her, to a point where
she looked sunburned. "Do you really mean that Terry? You want
me to sleep with you and not the others?"
"You bet. Would you?"
He really didn't need to ask her that.
My bunkmate was a little more difficult. I ruled out Ellen because
she was my sister and for no other reason. Besides I had slept with
her before, when we were little. Actually I would have taken
all three of them. We didn't know how to choose. So we choose
'straws', the one drawing the long straw, or the winner , (at least
that was my interpretation) got to sleep with me. The bag in the
center would be for the two girls sleeping together. Sharon got the
long straw and was to be my bunkmate, at least for the first night.
She giggled, "this is my first night I have ever slept with a man."
I guess it was true. Sharon had two sisters one 6 years younger
than her and the other 9 years younger. Terry and I were the only
ones she ever had sex with, so she was right. Another first for the
two of us.
It was well after noon so while Terry and I made a fire in the
fire ring, Marla and Ellen made lunch for all of us. After
lunch Marla said, "I can't believe this."
"You can't believe what?"
"All of us came up here to relax, to be uninhibited and
to enjoy ourselves. Bill and Terry haven't stopped working
since we got here. And I still have all my clothes on." With
that she did an impromptu strip tease. Since it was the only one
I had ever seen, it was by far the sexiest one. We all followed
suit and laid our clothes in the tent.
"Before we go any further we need to set down some hard and
fast rules," I warned, "First, no one goes swimming in the creek
alone. It's too dangerous. Second, any trash that can be burned
is thrown into the fire. Any that can not be burned is to be buried.
I have dug a garbage pit and it will be covered up by Terry or me
each night before we go to sleep. And third, the latrine is to be
used only for pooping. If you have to pee, water the plants in
the forest. Do not pee around the spring or in the creek. When
you finish using the latrine, including your paper work, sprinkle
some of the lime, the white powder in the can, over your deposit."
Camp was now officially open. We spent most of the afternoon
fishing. That is everyone except Gail who was a world class
book worm. She was so content to just lay there reading. I looked
back at her several times and just admired her. She looked like
she was the most content person on earth. She had returned to
her favorite element in life, nudism.
Marla was a pain about fishing. She was squeamish about putting
the bait on her hook. Luckily she didn't catch any fish or she
would have come unglued at trying to remove the fish. I had
learned that the dam and creek were restocked every Wednesday
so I knew when the forestry people would be around and we were
guaranteed to have some fish.
We were able to catch enough for all of us to eat trout for dinner
that night. Yes, we did get a little tired of trout, but it was much
nicer than having to lug other meat from the station.
I had just cleaned up on that first day when Sharon came over
to me. "Bill, I tried to use the latrine and I can't"
"You can't. I don't understand."
"I can't keep my balance and relax enough to go. Would you come
with me so I can keep my balance by hanging on to you?"
"Sure I guess so."
We made our way up the little pathway that I had cleared earlier.
Sharon squatted down and I faced her holding both of her hands
to give her balance.
I don't know if it's the thin air, or the density of the forest, or
if it's because it is so quiet in the forest, but the forest has
a tendency to amplify noise. A fly buzzing around can sound
like a jet plane as it circles your head. A common burp echoes
around the forest sounding like an explosion.
As Sharon relaxed and did 'her business' every single noise her
spincter made as it allowed her deposit to pass through sounded
loudly. The harder Sharon tried to suppress the sound, the louder
it seemed to get. She looked up at me really concerned, "I'm sorry
I guess you don't think I'm so sweet and feminine now do you?"
"I think you're just human," I answered.
I did learn something else. I don't care how cute she is, a girls
poop does not come all packaged up and smelling like perfume.
I don't know what got into Sharon, but I think it crawled up and
died inside her.
When she was finished it was obvious that she couldn't wipe
herself. So she smiled with a very childish smile, " I guess you're
going to have to wipe me." And with that she reversed her position
and presented me with her rear end. I got the toilet paper and
proceeded to wipe her clean. And then I did something that was
completely impulsive. As she was bent over and I had cleaned her
I saw her very tight anus. It was so pink and looked so tight even
with what had passed through it. Without thinking, I bent over
and kissed and then licked it. It didn't smell or taste all that
pleasant, but I loved it. I guess if I had thought about it, I
probably wouldn't have. But as I thought about it later, it was
fun, and she really did look very inviting.
Sharon jumped up in total surprise, "what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. It looked really cute and I just had to do it."
"But it's not clean."
"I know. But it was there. And it's clean now. Didn't
it feel good?"
"Well, yes it felt good, but I never touch it myself, and you licked
it."
"You didn't mind did you?"
"No. I'd let you do it again, but you better brush your teeth
before I'll kiss you."
Sharon didn't say anything to anyone else about my licking, but
she told everyone about me helping her poop. After that, it
became a game with all four ladies. Terry and I always had to
hold on to them to give them balance, and they would bend over
so we had to clean them up. We did get smarter and start to bring
a wash cloth with us after a while.
That night went on without further stories. We got everything ready
for the night while we had light, had dinner, covered the garbage pit
sat around a sang and talked for some time, and then crawled into
our sleeping bags. The nights at this altitude get cold and do so
in a hurry.
Sharon and I immediately got each other warm. I was and always
will be a cuddler in bed. She needed to be warm and toasty in
order to relax and sleep comfortably. So the two of us being
together in the same sleeping bag worked out really well for her.
I generate a lot of body warmth when I sleep.
It's always difficult for me to get comfortable my first night of
camping and sleeping on the ground. So I didn't sleep well.
I was so very much aware of Sharon's body next to me. She turned
out to be a very deep sleeper. We would be face to face, and I
could feel her breasts pressed up against my chest as her head
laid next to mine, or with her back to me, with the feel of her
round smooth fanny resting against my stomach. There were moments
I didn't want to ever end.
The only time she woke up was when I got up to put some more wood
on the fire, and she asked me to go off with her while she piddled.
But other than that she slept really well.
I don't know what time it was, but it was getting close to dawn
when she had her back to me. She was stretched out flush against
my body, with my flaccid penis splitting her ass cheeks. My hand
went over her side and my hand was resting on her left breast.
I was half asleep, but my hand knew very well where it was. Without
thinking, I started to stroke her breast and softly rub her nipple.
While this was happening, my once flaccid penis was growing, and
pushing into her crack. She claims she was asleep at the time
but she changed position bending forward so that my now very
rigid self was at the entrance of her 'all of a sudden' wet crotch.
I had mentioned before how her natural fluids flowed like a
stream from deep within her when she got aroused. Asleep or awake
she was drenched. I had no problem slipping into her even though
I had never done it from the back with anyone before. It was a
whole new world of feelings. And I loved it. Finally she woke
enough to realize what we were doing. I pushed as deeply as I
could and stopped inside her. I heard her make a soft cooing
sound. She admitted later that she could have gone back to sleep
with me all the way up inside her, it felt of warm and close for
her. Unfortunately our bodies aren't built to respond that way.
Soon I could feel myself starting to get to the grandfather of
all explosions. I flooded her already soaked insides even further.
She hadn't come yet, so as I started to shrink in size and fall
out of her, she rolled over and guided my hand into this mess.
I was still in the midst of passion, and while kissing her warmly
I was able to bring her to a very nice well deserved orgasm.
Sharon and I had already shared a wealth of firsts. This added
to that list. This was a discovery for her that she would get so
turned on by her lovers hand dipping into their combined fluids
and rubbing it all over her pussy and clit. She found that the
very thought of what was happening drove her even faster towards
her orgasm. This was the first time from behind, which she later
admitted she could take or leave. But for both of us the thing that
was the most important of all was this was the first time either one
of us had had intercourse spontaneously. I guess it's no big deal
to most people, but it meant the whole world to us. Nothing had
been planned, and we never had any intentions of doing it, it just
happened. It was one of those magic moments in life. I honestly
felt that someday she and I would be married. It didn't happen
that way, but at that time I really thought that would be. Of
course, at one time I was convinced that Marla and I would some
day marry, and that never happened.
Not from exhaustion, but from contentment both Sharon and I feel
back asleep. I woke a couple more times during the early morning.
Each time this beautiful angel was snuggled up against me. I guess
you'll just have to forgive an old man for reminiscing. It was
after this night I knew I wanted to be married to someone, someday.
When morning did come, everyone else seemed to have slept very nicely
through the night. No one seemed to have heard Sharon and me. Not
that it would have made any difference.
The day went on very uneventfully. We swam, fished (or tried to
look like we were fishing), and rested. I laid down on the
sleeping bags and started to doze off. I had mentioned about
Marla's voracious sexual appetite during her periods. She was
in the third day of her period and was getting very horny. While
I was just getting ready to catch some serious 'Z's' she laid down
along side me, only with her feet towards my head. I had just shut
my eyes when I felt her mouth covering my cock. I have to admit
there are times when sleep doesn't seem too terribly important.
No matter how tired I felt, that part of my anatomy was wide
awake to Marla's mouth. It wasn't very long before she had it
up and running. She climbed on top of me and settled her now
red headed pussy over my shaft and proceeded to ride me with
reckless abandon. This has always been one of the more difficult
positions for me to come in. Maybe my semen is so heavy it can't
overcome gravity. I don't know why. But after she several minutes
and her quite obviously getting very satisfied by the actions she
was doing, I grabbed her and rolled her over on her back. I guess
I figured if I was going to get any rest around her, I had to tire
her out. Of course I had learned that at this time of the month,
there was very little chance of me being able to accomplish this.
As far as screwing goes, this was the deepest, most intense I had
felt ever. Marla had brought her legs up and over my shoulders.
We had been caught in a tradition of being very ordinary in our
positions up to this time, all of us. She was more wet than I had
ever remembered, and much more vocal. When I came, I almost
passed out because of the intensity.
I guess you might say that within a few hours of this day I had
learned some things about my own response to screwing. This was
more physically satisfying than earlier with Sharon, but my time
with Sharon went deeper into my soul.
I know there are the purest out there that have no comprehension
of how we could share each other in this non monogamous relationship
we were all in, but I now think it was because of the attitude of
the ladies. They all four were willing to accept bi sexuality to
some degree which seemed to liberate them. Our sharing was
becoming pretty well defined by now anyway. I was usually matched
up with Sharon and Marla, Terry was with Gail 80 percent of the
time and with Ellen the rest of the time. I never had intercourse
with Gail or Ellen that summer. Actually Ellen and I never did have
intercourse. It was kind of mutual. The girls found comfort in
each other no matter what the combination was.
But this time it had been Marla and myself, both of us exhausted
and sweating. When I finally got my wind back and started to
get up, I looked down at her crotch. We had created an all time
mess on the sleeping bag. It looked like I had cleaned our days
catch on it. I tried my best to clean it up, but it turned out to
be permanently stained. I wasn't going to worry about it since
the only time you could see the stain was when it was spread out.
Rolled up the stain was hidden. It was one of my bags, so I would
be the only one to use it or see it.
My father had died. And my mother needed to move to a smaller
home. I went up north (I was living in Southern California by
then) to help her back and move. We had a yard sale to sell of
some excess articles that she wouldn't have room for. I saw that
old sleeping bag. I was able to rescue it and still have it today.
Not as a trophy, but as a momento of what all of us meant to
each other that summer.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. That night we mostly
talked about what we were looking forward to with the new school
year coming. Marla was a little apprehensive about the next year
because she was still uncomfortable with not knowing anyone at
her school. The other five of us were going to be together. No
matter what we said, Marla was not going to be happy. As it worked
out, because she had the five of us as friends, her parents relented
and let her stay with her grandmother for her senior year of high
school and go with us. I say relented, and that's not fair. Mrs.
Knight's health wasn't that great and she had already had a couple
of bad falls. So it really solved a couple of problems.
Our sleeping arrangements remained the same for that night. The
only mishap was Sharon waking up in the middle of the night. Her
period had started and she was going to need to take immediate care
of it. I never knew that something like that could wake a woman up
out of a sound sleep.
The following day some of us decided to explore above the dam.
Because we would be unprotected by our little spot, we put shorts
and shirts on. Marla and Ellen decided to stay at the campsite.
While we were gone, they had decided to go down to the creek and
practice their fishing. It was while they were fishing that they
didn't pay attention to the trail leading to our campsite. The
noise of the water rushing around the rocks in the stream hid
any other sounds. If they had been looking, they would have seen
a forest ranger coming up the trail. Ellen told me later that she
had no idea how long he stood there before he asked them if
they were catching any fish. I guess the normally brash and
composed Marla panicked and fell headlong into the water only to
come up sputtering something about the fish and not being able
to catch anything. I guess the ranger was far too amused to scold
the girls for their lack of clothing. All he said was for them to
keep a better watch because if some civilians were to see them
'dressed' the way they were, they would be reported. He didn't
care if they wanted to be dressed or undressed, just to be careful.
He also warned that the creek was scheduled to be restocked in
two days and there would be a crew up in this area around noon.
When the other four of us got back, we heard all the horror stories.
I guess Ellen was cool until the ranger left and then went to the
tent and cried. I was caught between laughing at them, scolding
them for being careless, and wanting to console my sister for
what she felt was real humiliation.
Marla had bruised her leg when she fell and asked if she could sleep
with me. I still don't understand the connection, but am sure she
just needed the sympathy.
That night it became obvious that Gail and Terry were getting very
amorous. I hadn't mentioned it before now, but Gail was very
loud when she orgasmed. If she ever had an orgasm near a cemetery,
the dead would get up to see what the disturbance was all about.
Marla and I were snuggled up together and starting to drift off.
Then we heard Gail warming up. Soon her cries got louder as she
was feeling closer. I could hear Ellen and Sharon giggling. Marla
was shaking trying to stifle her laughter. I could just imagine
all the wild creatures in the forest running for cover. When she
finally subsided, as if by script all four of us let out a cheer and
applause.
But probably the funniest day camping could have been the most
tragic.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 8
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Chapter Eight - Camping cont.
It was during the middle of the week. After breakfast Terry and Gail
headed out to pick up more provisions at the ranger station. I was
doing some maintenance around the camp grounds, Sharon and Ellen
decided to relax. Marla went to the creek to wash, or at least
that's what I had assumed she was going to do. But instead of washing
she had decided to go swimming, without a partner.
By the way, before any ecologically minded people get upset about
us polluting the water with soap while we washed ourselves, our
routine was to get wet, soap down at the campsite, and pre-rinse
at the campsite. We always had a pot of water kept warm for this.
The trip to the creek was only for a final rinse.
Marla did go down to do a final rinse, but she had gotten used to
the water's coldness and ventured too far out into the creek. She
was a fair swimmer at best, but no match for the current. I don't
know why none of us heard her cries for help, but the three of us
were unaware that she was being swept out of control by the
creek's current. It was a few minutes later when I started to
wonder what was taking her so long that I decided to go looking
for her. I got to the pool area, and she was no where to be seen.
I was panicked. I ran back and threw on a pair of pants, yelled
at Sharon and Ellen that Marla was gone, and headed down the
bank of the creek. I was practically in tears worrying that I would
find her body washed up on shore, or that I would never find her.
All sorts of ugly thoughts and repercussions were going through
my mind. How could I ever explain what happened? When they
did eventually find her, how could we explain that why she was nude?
What would I tell her parents? Would I be made responsible? Why
wasn't I given a chance to tell her I loved her? Why did she go into
the water alone?
I had gone a full two hundred yards along the river bank. There
was no sign of her. I was calling for her, hoping she had just
gotten lost. Lost? How would I explain when she was found,
dead or alive, why she was nude?
I rounded a sharp bend the creek made and stopped. There was a
bunch of boy scouts in a huddle. I went charging for the group
to ask if they had seen a girl......a nude girl. After all these
were normal young boys. If they had seen a nude girl, they would
have remembered.
As I got closer, I realized that there was something on the ground
they were looking at. Could it be? As I got closer, I realized it
was Marla. She was lying on the ground with about eight boys
gathered around her. Another one was on the ground with Marla
given her artificial respiration (the days before mouth to mouth).
The only problem was Marla was protesting that she didn't need
it. I think the boys all wanted a chance to help her.
"Marla! Are you okay?"
She was frantic. "Tell them to let me up. I'm fine now."
"Relax guys."
"Does she belong to you mister?"
"Yes she's with me."
"We saw her floating down the stream and ran to here to pull her
out. We were only trying to make sure she was going to be okay."
"I understand. I want to thank all of you for your outstanding
work. What troop are you from?"
Marla was now on her feet next to me feeling more than just a
little conspicuous.
"You mean you're just a patrol. But where is the rest of your
troop?"
Marla started to pull on my arm to get out of here. Most of the
boys were giving her the wonderful full body inspection.
"Where is the rest of the troop?"
"About two miles on the other side of the creek in Ewing
Meadow," said their patrol leader.
Marla was really tugging on my arm now. She was getting very
impatient.
"You have some rough terrain between here and the meadow. I've
been up here a lot of times and the best way to go is to....."
"Bill, let's get back. Now!!!"
"You sound like you've done a lot of camping here," said the
patrol leader.
"Yes I have. I'm an eagle scout myself. Troop 119."
"Bill!!!!!!"
"Are you guys staying in the area long?"
"No this was just a 'wilderness excursion' and we sort of got lost."
"For petes sake Bill. Get me out of here."
"Well I would be really careful going back. The trail through
Argon Heights is steep."
About that time Ellen and Sharon found us and came running over to
Marla, pulling her away from her appreciative audience. The boys
were sad for two reasons. One, they were losing their first real
live nude girl, one whom they did after all save from a certain
death (another hundred yards and she would have been in the middle
of some pretty good rapids. As weak as she had gotten already and
she wouldn't have made it.), and two, Ellen and Sharon were dressed.
As Sharon and Ellen escorted Marla safely back to the campsite,
I finished my conversation with the boys and went back myself.
I expressed my sincere appreciation for saving her. If they hadn't
gotten lost at that time and been where they could see Marla, my
entire life would have been very different, for Marla would most
certainly have drowned.
When I got back to the camp site, Marla was ice cold to me. Her
Irish temper had made her really steamed. I wonder now how
someone that hotly steamed could be so cold.
"Marla?"
"I don't want to talk to you."
"What did I do?"
"What did you do? I'm standing there bare assed naked, with
a hundred pre teen boys slobbering all over the place, and you
stand there bull shitting with them"
I know it's hard to believe with all that we had done sexually with
each other, but those were just about the very first words of
profanity any of us had ever uttered. Even during some very
wild and vocal orgasms. Ellen and I were taught not to use
profanity. We weren't even allowed to say words like 'gee' or
'gosh' or 'darn'; mom said these were minced 'O's' and were
"weak attempts to take the Lords name in vain." I still don't
use profanity, at least I picked up one good habit.
"I was learning what they were doing up here."
"Then why was it so important to find out what platoon they
were with?"
"Patrol"
"Patrol, platoon, I really don't give a damn."
"I had to find out so I knew where they would be the rest of the
week. Marla. Those boys saved your life. You were so weak you
would never have made it past the rapids."
"You thanked them. But you made me stand there and give them
a show."
"I'm sorry."
"You'll be even more sorry."
Now I was getting defensive, "why did you go swimming alone when
I told you up front what the rules are? That's why I gave that
rule to everyone."
There was total silence as Marla stormed into the tent. If it had a
door she could have slammed, she would have slammed it. When
she emerged, she was fully dressed. She went over to the log and
sat down with her back to me.
The tension was broken with Terry and Gail's arrival. "Did you
miss us?" Gail called.
Ellen and Sharon ran over to Gail and Terry and told them what
had happened. The two of them were more than fair. They saw both
sides and gave an accurate account of what happened. Gail nodded
and put the supplies away. A few minutes later, she was sitting on
the log with her arm around Marla talking to her.
After ten minutes or so of conversation both girls went into the
tent, and when the emerged, they were both back into our normal
camping uniforms.
Marla and I didn't speak the rest of the day. After lunch I laid
on the sleeping back to rest. My eyes were just closing when
Marla laid down next to me. Her feet were towards my head. Without
saying a word I felt her mouth kissing and then covering my cock.
She was getting it nice and hard. "A peace offering?" I thought
to myself. It felt good, and I was anticipating even more fun. She
got me totally warmed up and hard. I was standing as tall as any
ponderosa around us. Then she got up and started to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"You have two hands. If you want to relieve yourself, do it. Maybe
you can call your boy scout friends to watch you too." And she
went running off to be with Ellen and Sharon.
Later that afternoon after the others had told Marla how panicked
I had been when I went looking for her, and how much I cared, she
came to me and we had a great talk. I realized then that she still
hadn't given up Brian. It amazes me just how loyal some women are
when the man they are loyal to don't deserve it. Our conversation
did solidify our relationship even further.
This camping trip really had little else of note that happened. We
really did rest, fish, hike, and even pan for gold (this is right
in the mother lode area.). I had mentioned that all the girls
seemed to have their periods at the same time. Ellen was
a day or so behind Sharon, and Gail was the following morning.
So even the idea of an all out orgy didn't materialize. I don't
think that was ever really our intent anyway.
We returned home rested and ready to hit the books at school.
The next weekend was the Labor Day weekend and school started the
following Tuesday.
I had mentioned that Marla was going to live with her grandmother.
Mrs. Knight was in her late 70's and needed help around the house.
Marla volunteered to live with her. She was up front with her parents
also that this would allow her to enroll in our highschool which
would put her with a group of friends. Her parents had met all of
us and were thrilled about this part of it. They were just a little
concerned about her living somewhat unsupervised.
I saw a lot of Marla that year. She wasn't one of the better
students in school. She was super intelligent, but she had never
applied herself. So she would spend several nights a week in my
front room where we would study together and I would tutor her
(I had mentioned that my place had a front room and a bedroom.
The front room was furnished with a desk, two chairs and a couch).
My mother used to make all kinds of excuses to come into the room
to see if we were doing fine. It wasn't that she didn't really trust
us, it's just that she was being a mother. So we always had fresh
cookies, something to drink, sandwiches and whatever her excuse
was that night to come in. Needless to say, we always behaved
ourselves. Marla's grades improved dramatically. So much so that
her parents personally called my mother and father to thank them.
(I know, I did the pushing, Marla did the work, and my parents
got the thanks. Grownups!)
Ellen was busy with her school work. Sharon was busy with being
a cheerleader and carrying a full academic load. Gail was busy
becoming the person she was inside. She and Terry were inseperable.
I actually saw more of Marla than I did of my own sister. The only
time anything ever happened between us was a big surprise to me.
She wasn't supposed to be home, she was accompaning her grandmother
to some function. My parents were at some special meetings at
church, Ellen was baby sitting and I was alone. I decided that I
would take an early shower and go to bed early.
I turned on the water to the shower and got undressed. I was
standing there in the shower adjusting the water's temperature
when I heard the shower door open. I turned around and much to
my surprise there was Marla. She was completely dressed for the
shower. I had no idead how she undressed so fast and how I failed
to hear or see her. But she was there. The shower was more than
large enough for two people so when she came in it wasn't as though
it was crowded. I just had not expected company. "Grandmother
wasn't feeling well, so she took her medicine to help her sleep,
and I was lonely. You don't mind do you?"
That wasn't a hard question to answer. I just turned around and
pulled her tightly up to me. Well, as tightly as I could. I hadn't
had any sexual activity for several weeks by now. I wasn't horny,
just ready.
We soaped each other's bodies and spend time rubbing our bodies
against each other. What fun. It's more sensual than overtly
sexual. I tease about Marla's bust size. It wasn't as though she was
flat chested. I would say she was somewhere between an A
cup and a B cup. Her nipples were always erect. She loved (and
still does) tons of attention paid to her breasts.
But the feel of the soap on our bodies, the hot water coming down
on both of us and the feel of her naked body against me was just
plain sensual. I didn't want it to end. When we kissed, it just
added to the feeling of closeness we felt towards each other.
We stepped from the shower and took time and care to dry each other
off. It wasn't that I hadn't seen all of her before, but this seemed
like it was a new body I was viewing as I carefully and lovingly
dried off each area. When she reciprocated, it was almost like she
was massaging my body softly with the towel. Through all of this
neither one of us said anything. We were just spending time
worshipping a dear friend.
We walked with our arms around each other to my bed and just fell on
top of it. Our lips met and refused to leave each other. I know
I was hard and ready for action. But somehow that didn't seem to
want to fit into the equation. I had this wonderful friend of mine
with me. I could feel our joint body warmth feeding each other.
Her mouth tasted so wonderful. I was so aware of the feel of her
her breasts smashed against me, and erect nipples pushing against
my chest. Her mons was now fully grown out with copper red pubic
hair, and was pressed against my belly. Even her slight sighs and
moans were like music to me.
I broke my mouth away from her lips and moved across her breasts.
How wonderful her nipples felt in my mouth as I nursed on them
like a baby. I was so engrossed with her breasts that I wasn't
even aware that my hand had moved to between her legs. Even
though I had dried her completely from the shower, she was still
wet. As wet as the shower could have made her. I could now smell
that sweet aroma that can only come from deep within a woman. It
was very persistant as it beckoned my lips and tongue to seek
it's source.
Leading with a trail of kisses from her chest to the edge of her
hair, my lips moved closer to this perfume of love. Soon I was
at the very edge of her vagina. Her inner lips were already swollen
with excitement, begging my tongue to play with them and to dive
deeply inside of Marla. I'm not even aware how long I was there
because it really didn't matter how long. All that mattered was
she was getting closer to her explosion, and I hadn't spent enough
time at this shrine. As she came, I quickly put a couple fingers
deeply inside her and moved my mouth up again against her now even
more erect nipples. Marla loved coming with my fingers deep inside
her. Even after she had subsided I kept my fingers there. She
responded with genuine tears of satisfaction and pleasure.
We were laying there quietly as I saw the relection of headlights
flash through the window of my room. My parents had returned
for the night and because we had left the light on in my front
room, my mother would be sure to pop in to say goodnight.
"Marla, quick, grab your clothes and go into the bathroom, my
mother is going to come in to say goodnight."
Marla sprang to her feet and gathered up all her clothes which were
luckily next to the door of the bathroom. She took everything and
ran into the bathroom and hid herself in the shower.
I quickly got under the covers and pretended I was asleep as I heard
my mother approach my 'quarters'.
"Bill. You forgot to turn the light off in the front room."
"Huh? What? Oh I'm sorry mom. I was so tired I just laid down
to get some rest after my shower and was going to get up to finish
my studies, but I fell asleep."
"That's okay son. That's what mothers are for," she stopped at the
edge of my doorway. Then she looked around and started to smell
the air. I'm almost certain she could smell Marla. And was so
glad she didn't come closer to me, because my face was covered with
the delightful taste and smell of her. She looked kind of quisicallly
and then shrugged her shoulders as if to say that it must be her
imagination.
"Good night mom. And thanks for turning out the light."
"Good night son," and she turned and walked away, turning off the
light just before she closed the door.
I waited until I was certain she had gone into the house, and then I
jumped out of bed and got Marla, who by now was getting cold. We
got back into bed and cuddled to make her feel warmer. Soon we
were drifting to sleep in each other's arms.
When I woke up, it was 1:30 in the morning. "Marla. You have to get
back home. It's 1:30!"
With this news Marla jumped up and set a land speed record for
getting dressed. If there had been an olympic record for moving
to get home, she set it.
It would be some 27 years before she and I would finish this night
and be back in bed together.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 9
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:24:25 GMT
Chapter Nine - Gail on a stormy night
It was the Friday after Thanksgiving that Gail and Terry had a big
disagreement. Gail was still dealing with her poor self image. And
Terry had done everything he could to build her up. They got into
an argument and weren't speaking. To Gail this was the very end
of their relationship. I say all this preamble, because Gail and I
did end up in bed together during our senior year. It wasn't
planned. When She and Terry did go back together, nothing was
ever said nor was it ever brought up between us.
Marla had gone with her parents to Arizona for the holidays, so
it was left to Gail to stay with her grandmother. It was a cold,
and wet night. We had just had two days of rain. I was in the house
with my parents when the phone rang. It was Gail. "Grandmother
just fell and I can't get her up. Please help me."
My dad knew right away what had happened. She had suffered a
fractured hip. His mother had suffered the same thing 10 years
earlier, and had died from complications. So this was serious.
"Bill you get over there now and I'll call an ambulance. Ellen help
your mother locate some other relatives, and see who can meet us
at the hospital."
I got over to Mrs. Knight's house and she was on the floor in real
pain. She couldn't move. "Gail, dad thinks she may have a broken
hip. I get a blanket to keep her warm. You just keep talking to her
until the ambulance comes."
I was competent with first aid and worked with Gail to keep Mrs.
Knight from going into shock, in the mean time I knew she was
in a lot of pain. Gail was getting panicky. Marla and Gail loved
their grandmother; but then everyone loved her. She was one of
those dear creatures who seems to come into your life just to bless
you and bring you happiness.
The ambulance came and took her quickly to the hospital. Ellen
and mom were able to get in touch with Gail's parents. "I'll take
Gail to the hospital and stay with her until they let her know what
needs to be done," I told my family.
Gail and I arrived at the hospital in time to see her parents. This
was another one of those cases where reputation proceeds a
person, because Gail's mother ran over to me and hugged me before
she even said hello to Gail. "Thank you for your help," she said
through the tears of concern.
"Don't thank me. If Gail hadn't kept her wits about her we would
have had some major problems. She did everything she had to."
Her mother turned to Gail, and hugged and kissed her, "of course
honey, Bill's right. Thank you. The doctor said he thinks it's a
broken hip and Grandmother will be here for a few days."
"What do you think I should do?" Gail's parents had purchased
tickets and made reservations to go skiing over the weekend. They
had excluded Gail since she was staying with her grandmother.
I interjected, "Gail will be fine. We're next door and she can eat
with us. If she gets frightened, she can come over and stay with
Ellen."
"Do you think your parents will mind?"
"Not in the least. What about you Gail."
She looked at her parents and then at me. She turned her attention
back to her mother and said, "Bill's family has treated me like
one of them. Please go and have fun. I'll be fine."
"I'll bring her to the hospital everyday while you're gone. Please
go and enjoy yourselves. There isn't anything you need to do. Gail
will be either at her grandmother's or our house so you can get
updates from the hospital."
Gail's mother came over to me and kissed my cheek, "you and your
sister have been sent from heaven. Gail is the happiest I've ever
seen her since she's met you two and your friends."
They left the hospital because they had a train to catch and Mrs.
Knight was still under sedation. The operation went well for
an emergency procedure. Gail and I stayed there until the doctor
told us to go home. At about 10:00, I called my house and told
my parents I was coming home and would see Gail safely home first.
The rain had let up and the streets were starting to dry, so the
drive home was safe and quick. When I pulled into my driveway,
I saw that my parents had already gone to bed. Gail and I went
into the house. Ellen was there, so we brought her up to speed so
she could relay it to mother. I then took Gail home to her
grandmothers.
It was about an hour later when another storm hit. This one had
lightning and thunder, with howling winds. I thought I heard a
knock at my door. I didn't think it was the family. So I got up
and put on a robe. When I opened the door there was Gail. She
looked like a drowned animal. She had a flimsy housecoat on and
slippers. She was crying, "can I stay with you. I'm scared." With
that a loud crash of thunder came and she jumped at me practically
knocking me over.
I pulled her inside and shut the door behind us. "Why didn't grab
an umbrella? You're soaked to the skin."
"I only have a robe on," she said as she pulled the robe off
revealing her bare skin underneath, "please let me stay with you."
There wasn't a chance on earth that I would make Gail go home.
We were friends, she had gone through so much already that night,
she and Terry were not talking, she was freezing cold, and she
was so beautiful even drenched.
I led her to my bed and helped her in. Then I put her robe in the
bathroom next to the heater to dry out some. By the time I climbed
in bed next to her I was feeling cold, so the two of us cuddled close
to keep each other warm, or to warm each other up.
It seemed like a few minutes and the two of us were nice and warm.
Neither one of us had any intention of making the night a sexual
night. But it would prove to be so.
Gail was never a person to do anything lightly. She did everything
with all her heart. Her feelings were expressed from the top of
her head to the soles of her feet. She was an extremely passionate
person. This became even more evident while we talked. We were
pressed together lightly and talking. Our conversation wasn't
about sex or even love. We were talking about school, classes
teachers, some of the kids at school. All the time my hand was
petting her breast. I wasn't aware how aroused she was getting
until she pulled back slightly to free her nipple from full contact
with my chest. It had hardened to become totally erect. They had
been erect while she was standing there nude, but once we had warmed
up they relaxed and blended into the contour of the main part of
her breasts.
I hadn't done this to arouse her. It was much the same as rubbing
her arms or back. It just felt nice to rub her breasts. They were
so soft yet so firm. I felt Gail pull my head down to lay it
between them. Of the four girls, this was the one whose breasts
gave the most cushion. We didn't miss a beat in our conversation
as she then pushed a nipple against my lips. I had had her nipple
in my mouth before, but this was so different. This lady I was
giving comfort to was offering me that wonderful symbol
of comfort and protection. Her nipple was even more erect now.
I took it into my mouth and gently nursed on it. It felt so very
natural. So warm and natural. I could hear Gail cooing like
a dove. In spite of her poor self image, she was aware of just
how nice her breasts were. She took great pride in them and
gained such satisfaction from them. Marla's nipples insisted on
being treated roughly, but Gail's wanted desperately to be the
nurturers.
I have no idea how long I was there sucking on her breasts, because
it didn't matter. At this moment in our lives the two of us were
receiving what we needed. I could feel her lips press against my
forehead as she would tenderly kiss me in a motherly way. She
was made to be a mother, and was to someday be an outstanding
mother. This was the deepest desire in her heart. It was strange,
but at this time my penis had remained flaccid. I wasn't being
sexually aroused.
But that ended when I felt her hand land on my thigh and move
down until it rested on my cock. Her hands were big. She had
long slender fingers. But the most noticeable thing about her
hands were that she had a feather like touch, and they were always
warm hands. She cupped my balls in her hand and then slowly moved
her fingers along my now lengthening shaft. She was a 17 year old
with the touch of a much more mature woman. I wasn't sure if I
wanted to feel her lips against mine or feel her wetness with my hand.
So I determined to have her indicate to me what she wanted. That was
answered quickly as I looked up at her sweet face and she moved in
closer to mine. I had to adjust my body so that the two of us could
kiss. By doing this I couldn't reach down to feel her wet pussy.
But this was her symphony and I wanted her to conduct it. I was
just needed to play my part in what she wanted and needed.
Gail's kisses were always special. She had very soft lips. They
seemed to caress my entire mouth. Her tongue was aggressive
and full of expression as it pushed past our coupled lips and sought
my tongue. Gail had worn braces up until a year or so before this
and she had perfectly straight teeth (sorry my career always reflects
this bias), my tongue enjoyed brushing across their smooth
surface. I was lost in her kisses. I wasn't even aware how stiff
she had gotten me, because I was so preoccupied. I couldn't even
tell you how long we kissed for because that didn't even matter.
Everything about this encounter was tenderness and sensuality. We
were not in the throes of wild, lustful passion. We were taking our
time and enjoying each others company.
When I was finally able to get my hand between Gail's leg and onto
her pussy, it was wet. Not the overflowing wet of a Sharon, but
a solidly wet.
"Please Bill, I need you in me right now."
We had worked the covers off of our bodies by now. Climbing
on top of Gail was like no other thrill I had enjoyed. She was
a luxury model. Even at 17 I was good sized, but she could take
all of me and ask for more. It didn't take long for her to come.
I could hear her starting and remembering how loud she could
get, I put a pillow over her mouth (something we laughed about for
years). Even with her cries of joy muffled, she was still loud
enough that I was hoping for more thunder to cover her sounds.
Not only was she loud when she came. Her entire body showed her
pleasure. She brought her legs up trapping me between her knees.
The pressure she used against my body was tremendous. I continued
to push on past her orgasm until I too was able to explode, emptying
my entire contents deeply inside her. I could feel it oozing up
along the shaft of my cock.
We laid there coupled for some time until I wasn't stiff enough to
stay in her. As I fell out she gave a small moan of dissatisfaction.
I was going to rise up to kiss her some more but she had other
ideas, "please eat me now."
I don't know if it was psychological or what, but the thought
of eating her with her filled with my ejaculation was not appealing
to me at all. I had come off of my lustful high and was really not
interested in the possibility of getting semen in my mouth, no
matter where I was to go to get it. And it wasn't because I was
a prude. I had licked Sharon's anus after she pooped that one
time in the mountains. I had rimmed Sharon and Marla a few times
and never questioned when was the last time they washed. One time
Marla was in the middle of her period and made me remove her tampon
with my teeth and eat her. And one time I had Gail, Sharon and
Marla pee on my fingers one at a time and then taste them
individually to see if they tasted differently (which they did).
But I was stuck, tasting semen? I heard her say "please" one
more time. I really wanted to be a good sport and to be what
Gail needed. I took a deep breath and covered her vulva with
my mouth. I could immediately taste my semen. I had never tasted
it before, but knew immediately what it was. I was fighting a
small feeling of repulsiveness. But the whole time had been so
wonderful. I finally showed that I indeed did have 'balls'. I
got over my silliness and was soon bringing Gail back into another
wonderful orgasm. Soon my inhibition was eased by my cock waking
from it's tiny slumber. As it rose, the walls of my inhibitions
lowered. I was soon plunging my tongue down deeply into Gail's
vagina. She was soon coming into yet another massive orgasm.
I was going to do something about her cries when I heard her cries
being muffled by the pillow.
We found so much pleasure with each other for a couple of hours
that night. The last time I looked at the clock it was 1:00 in the
morning.
Finally there just wasn't an orgasm left in either of our bodies.
I moved back up even with Gail and pulled the blankets over the two
of us. Soon we were both sound asleep.
A couple hours later I was awaken by Gail. She was having a bad
dream and was very agitated. She was soaked with sweat and was
crying. I shook her to wake her up. "It's trying to kill me,"
she cried.
"What's trying to kill you Gail?"
She was still half asleep and very incoherent, "it is. Can't you
see it?"
Finally when she was fully awake, I got up and got a towel to dry
her off. As we talked, she couldn't remember her dream, but knew
she had had similar dreams before. I held her in my arms and
assured her that I would protect her. As it turned out, this was not
just a type of dream she had had before, but it was a recurring
dream.
I have often wondered if her body was trying to warn her about the
cancer that was invading her body. Gail died of cancer some 12
years later.
It was about 6:00 in the morning, the two of us had gotten back to
sleep and were sound asleep when I heard my mother's voice calling
to me. "Bill?" She was coming up the pathway.
"I'm just getting ready to take my shower mom. What do you need?"
"No rush. I just wanted you to know that your father and I are going
to the shop this morning to get some final work done. I made
waffle batter and it's in the refrigerator. You better check on Gail
this morning to see if she's okay. Make sure you feed her breakfast
also. We'll see you after lunch."
"Okay mom."
Gail and I got up and showered. It had stopped raining. I gave her
on of my bathrobes and we went towards the house. Ellen was still
in bed so Gail crawled in bed with Ellen while I fixed breakfast
and called the hospital.
Mrs. Knight was released from the hospital a few days later, Marla
came back to care for her, and Gail went back home.
The rest of our senior year was pretty much uneventful. I continued
to tutor and study with Marla. I got pretty tough on her as a tutor
which didn't inspire any intimacy between us. This was fine with me
because Sharon and I were getting a little closer to each other. Our
senior year ended with Gail and Terry as a couple and Sharon and I
as a couple.
After our commencement, there was a big grad party. That would be
the last time ever that the six of us would be together. Ellen had
a chance to spend the entire summer in Europe. So it was the five
of us.
We camped a few times during that summer. We never used our backyard
for our 'parties' again. There were a couple of times that Sharon
brought her two younger sisters Karen and Erin with us to go camping.
Karen was five years younger than Sharon and Erin was seven years
younger. Sharon had clued them in on the dress code while camping
and swore them to secrecy. As I think about it now, that was a very
risky thing for us to do, trusting an eleven year old to keep her
nude camping a secret. But we did manage to get away with it.
The two younger girls turned out to be outstanding campers. They
loved the outdoors life. They also took to nudism like 'fish to
water' (a phrase I just made up). They also loved making me come
with them when they had to visit the latrine, although I had stopped
the wiping game. Our sleeping arrangements changed with the two
of them. Everyone had to stay in their own sleeping bags. Karen
had insisted that my sleeping bag be between her and Sharon, which
at the time didn't appear important, but later became an indication
of the rest of my life.
Sharon's father was a dentist. He had been our family dentist since
we cut our first teeth. He was the main reason I went into dentistry
myself. He worked with me teaching me things that they would
never teach me in school. He and I became very close friends.
It was because of him that I was able to get into one of the finest
dental schools in the nation. He had been an important person in the
alumni association and was able to pull strings for me.
When I went to college, Sharon started out writing every day, and
then every other day, and soon it was down to once or twice a month.
We had agreed that we should both date since we were so far away
from each other. I was working in Southern California
in the summers, so I never got home during this time.
As far as my sex life went, I had a couple of college affairs
but they were just that and never went anywhere.
In 1962, I had one more year to go. Terry and Gail had both
graduated, Ellen had finished her pre-med work and was getting
ready to go to med school (today she is a very fine Pediatrician).
Sharon was working with her father in the office and was one
year away from being a dental hygienist. Marla had gone back to
New York to be with Brian. I came back home to be the best man
at Terry and Gail's wedding.
The day of the wedding Marla shocked us all by showing up. We had
assumed she was still in New York. Not only did she show up, but
she was bigger than a house with a baby. The baby still had a few
weeks to go, and Marla looked very pregnant.
So that meant that the only one missing the wedding was Ellen.
I had planned to stay a couple more weeks to visit with my parents.
Ellen was able to get back to be with the family a week later.
It was about that time that Marla's baby decided to come into
the world. She had planned an at home birth with friends. Marla
was really into the 60's before the 60's were in full force.
Mrs. Knight was still alive, but was very sick, so Marla was living
with her. Marla had broken up with Brian again after she got
pregnant. I somehow think she was using the baby to trap him, but
she will always deny this.
She knew Ellen was pre-med, so she called her to tell her that the
baby was coming a couple weeks early. Ellen said something
about it to my parents and me. She explained that Marla wanted
to have the baby at home with a midwife, and that she wanted
both Ellen and me there.
My mother was really upset about me being there. "It's just not
proper for a man who is not the woman's husband to see her like
that," she reasoned.
"Mom. I have taken anatomy classes. I have worked on female
cadavers. I have cut them open and handled their uterus's and
ovaries. This is not a sexual thing."
Mom wasn't happy, but she didn't argue anymore. A note on my
parents. My father was 18 years older than my mother. He was
in the Navy (before WWII), and she was working at a local store.
He was charmed by her and fell incredibly in love with her. My
mother if labeled today would carry the label of being part of the
'Christian Right'. She was very devout, and very real. As far as
sex went, however, she believed that anything a husband and wife
do with each other was completely correct. When dad and I were
able to talk as adults, he told me how sexually active mom was
with him. He used to joke that he was the one who had the headaches.
So not all of the fundamental Christians are eunuchs.
Ellen and I went next door to be with Marla, Sharon was already
there. Terry and Gail were on their honeymoon. The only other
person there was a licensed midwife. Ellen watched with great
skepticism. I watched in wonder. If you have never watched a
baby being born, you have no idea of the power of this event. It
will remain with me forever. From a clinical point of view, it
went without a hitch. Marla, despite her size, was built to have
babies. She suffered practically no tearing, and claimed to have
very little pain. Unlike Sharon, Marla had a high pain threshold.
(I have taken care of her teeth for years and never used anything to
deaden the nerves, even on an extraction.)
After tons of work by Marla and the baby, and lot's of cheering
from us, Shari-Ellen Gail Knight came into the world. She had
been close to me to this very day.
Subject: Teen Sex in the 50's - rewritten Chapter 10
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 19:25:24 GMT
Chapter 10 - From then to now
I was finishing up my schooling and was ready to graduate in 1963.
Sharon's father was going to help me with my state board exams,
and had hoped I would go into practice with him. Sharon and I were
still on very close and friendly terms.
Terry and Gail were happily married and expecting their first baby
sometime in the summer. Marla was back in New York trying again
to make her relationship with Brian work. Ellen was in med. school
and was really doing well.
My parents called and said they were flying down for my graduation.
Ellen wasn't going to be able to come with them. I hadn't heard from
Sharon or her family and assumed they weren't going to be able to
make the long trip. Because of the baby, I wasn't counting on seeing
Terry or Gail.
So I had counted on a quiet time with just the three of us. This
was a big moment for my dad. His son was going to be 'working with
his brain and not his hands' (not completely true, but in essence
it was so.) My graduation ceremonies were very typical. I had met
my folks at the airport so I was routinely going to see them
afterwards to spend a quiet evening with them. I found them after
the ceremony and much to my surprise they were not alone. There
was Terry and Gail, Ellen, Sharon and her sister Karen. They had
left early in the morning to make it in time and didn't miss a
moment. Five of the six of us were together again.
I guess I hadn't remembered how cute Karen was. She was Sharon
and then some. We all went out to dinner together. I had invited
my best friend from dental school along, Jeff.
Jeff was born in Sweden. He came to the United States at age 11.
His parents still couldn't speak English very well, but the four
of us became close friends and they were like a family away from
home. When Jeff met Sharon, I saw the way the two of them looked
at each other. I knew instantly that I had lost Sharon to my best
friend. You know, for some reason I was disturbed, but instead I
was excited for the two of them.
We had a big family dinner with my parents, the gang, and Jeff's
parents. After dinner I had to get my parents back to the airport.
They had to be back for the family business. Ellen was going to
fly back with them. I had an old car that could barely make it to
the airport. But we did. Everyone else had gone over to Jeff's
home to wait for me to return.
My family was safely on their way home and I was on my way to
Jeff's home. I got there and his parents had gone to bed leaving
the six of us alone.
"Did you have any plans for the next few days, Bill?" asked Gail.
"No. I was just going to relax before I went up north to have
Sharon's father work with me on the state boards. Why do you
ask?"
"Well we have talked to Jeff and he is willing to go north with us.
Sharon called her father and asked if he would work with Jeff also
and he said he would. So since we have a few days to burn, we
thought the six of us might go camping."
"The mountains here aren't the same as up north," I said.
"I couldn't take the roughing it stuff in my condition," said Gail.
"We were thinking of going to a nudist camp."
I looked at Jeff, "you don't mind?"
"I grew up going to nudist camps in Sweden. We have gone to
the one Terry and Gail want to go to. It's a fine place. The
people are very nice and friendly."
"What about sleeping bags and tents?"
"We brought them with us. Why do you think the station wagon
was so full."
I had run out of arguments.
The next day we set out for the camp. The camp today is the site
of a college. I have often wondered how the students would react
if they knew that their school grounds were once a nudist camp.
(It carried the name 'The Lazy K Ranch' and was located in the
San Bernardino Mountains).
Terry drove. Gail had called the owners ahead of time to tell them
that she and her husband would be up there with two other couples,
so the owners were expecting us. For some reason I sat in the back
with Karen. I think this was also planned, but I went along with it.
Karen was now 19.
The camp was nice, fairly primitive, but very relaxing. The owners
were as kind and friendly as they come. We set up a tent and spread
the sleeping bags in a circle.
While we were setting things up, Terry and Gail zipped their bags
together of course; much to my surprise Sharon and Jeff zipped a
pair of bags together for them. Karen and I had separate bags.
Gail looked so cute. But I have a thing about motherhood and
the way a pregnant woman looks. She was so beautiful. That's
one thing a nudist camp does, it keeps people from hiding what
they really are.
Sharon hadn't changed one bit. She was breathtakingly beautiful
in her natural state (and still is). She even kept her hair the same
way she had for years. She and Karen had the deepest blue eyes
to go with their lightly tanned skin. Both Sharon and Karen were
what nudist call 'cotton tails'; that is their bathing suit tanlines
were very obvious. When walking away and at a distance you could
see this tanned body with a milk white 'rear end'.
The entire day was spent relaxing. Karen was with me constantly.
I was still trying to get the baby sister image out of my mind. She
was doing everything in her feminine power to make me do this.
She was a fully grown woman now and she didn't want me to forget
it. Sharon also let me know in a subtle way that Karen was a 19
year old virgin. Not that it meant anything to her, Karen just
didn't find anyone she cared to get intimate with.
We got dressed to drive down the hill for dinner, the camp had a
snack bar and nothing else for meals. When we returned we walked
down towards our sleeping area. Karen grabbed on to my arm and
with the most sincere look on her face said, "Terry and Gail will be
sleeping together tonight, Sharon and Jeff will be too."
"And?"
"Don't you think it's about time that you zip our two bags together
before it gets too dark to see what you're doing."
I was flattered, "you want to sleep with me?"
"I've had a crush on you since I was 13. But you have always wanted
to be with Sharon and looked at me like I was some little kid. It
looks like Sharon is falling for Jeff, and well I have decided that
I need to let you know how much I care for you. I want to sleep
with you tonight, in every sense of the word." Karen was never
a person to hint or beat around the bush. This was part of her
charm. She was down right honest about everything. She expressed
her feelings always in a clear concise manner.
"I don't know what to say. I -- you're right. I have always
considered you and Erin as Sharon's baby sisters. I'm sorry. I
never have meant it as a put down." There was nothing baby about
Karen now. Facially she was her sister's clone. Physically
she was an inch or so taller, and a little more bustier. They
both had golden blonde hair (on both areas of their bodies).
I thought for a few seconds and then hugged her, "Karen I would
love to have a woman as beautiful and wonderful as you sleeping
next to me. It would be a thrill and an honor." It took me no time
at all to zip our two sleeping bags together.
Karen was glued to me all that evening. None of the others had
been that close to me so constantly. The only time we were not
together was when we went to the bathroom (they do have separate
facilities at nudist camps). But even then she was right outside the
door.
Our age difference now didn't mean anything. My father was 18
years my mothers senior, so 5 years was nothing.
Because of fire regulations, we didn't have a firepit to keep us
warm, or to give us light. We sat around and talked with only a
lantern burning to give us light. I have no idea what time the
six of us finally crawled into our sleeping bags, but it had to
be early.
It was pitch black that night. There was no moon, and we were
without a fire to give us any light. There was a gentle wind blowing
and the air had just a touch of coolness to it. Excellent weather
to cuddle in.
Our setup was fairly simple. Terry and Gail had their sleeping bag
set up between Jeff and Sharon and Karen and me. There was
about ten feet between couples. I bring this up because after
not being intimate around others for a few years, I was just a little
conscious of making a lot of sexual sounds. I know that the others
really expected it. Sharon had hinted all evening about Karen
wanting to lose her virginity on this camp out, but I was a real
pansy.
Karen and I got into the sleeping bag together. She felt so nice
against me. At the time I had no idea what was different about her
than any other woman that I have had the privilege of laying next
to. I realize now that the difference wasn't in her, but in me. I
had the deep feelings for this woman. I had not really felt anything
like this before. Thirty three years later and it is still fresh in
my soul. For some reason I just knew that this delightful body
next to me belonged there permanently. Feeling Karen's warn
soft nude body pressed against mine was so wonderful. I mentioned
that facially she was Sharon's clone. Her personality was very
different from her older sisters. She was far more aggressive in
everything she did. We had just gotten settled in and her lips were
already on mine and her hand was wrapped on my cock. I can still
feel the soft firmness of her breasts that night, there are times
when those memories are very vivid. I reached between her legs
and felt another similarity between the sisters. Karen had an
internal faucet that didn't know how to turn off. With my hand
resting and gently exploring her pussy, I felt her hand go down
to rest next to mine. It was almost as if she was giving my hand a
guided tour. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her juices on my lips
with her fingers. I thought I was going to ejaculate at that very
moment. She returned her hand to her pussy and brought even more
of her flood with them. The way she did it was so sensual. She then
pushed her fingers past my lips and into my mouth. Without saying
a word, she was asking me to taste her. Her taste was ambrosia. It
almost made me lose my self conscious edge. I wanted desperately
to get the two of us out of the sleeping bag and let my lips worship
the source of this taste. To bury my tongue deeply inside of her
and drink her fountain dry. I would have, but she understood
my reluctance and whispered in my ear for me to bring her to a
climax with my fingers. She felt she was ready to come now and
it wasn't going to take a lot to push her over the edge.
As I worked my fingers into her vagina and out, she was working
on my swollen cock. I had never had a woman be able to make me
come either orally or with their hands until this moment. As I heard
Karen's breathing change and I knew she was going to explode, I lost
it. With her muffled cries of ecstasy came my shots of hot semen into
her hand, on her belly, and all over the sleeping bags interior.
She released her grip as I stopped shooting my semen and scrapped
what she could off her body and proceeded to put it in her mouth.
This was the first time she had ever tasted semen. She really liked
it, not loved it, liked it. She later would say that it started out
to be a mental craving and developed into an acquired taste. Because
later in life she loved it.
With the same hand she dipped deeply into her vagina and brought
up very wet fingers, there was still enough of my semen on her
fingers to make this a blending of our fluids. She placed her fingers
on my lip, and into my mouth to make sure I got the taste of our
combined flavors, and then she kissed me deeply using her tongue
to share the taste with me. Were we frustrated that we had to
resort to all this symbolic gesturing to express a togetherness?
Not hardly. This became the beginning of a 24 hour period of
foreplay. We knew the rules of the camp and danced the following
day on the edge of these rules.
We were content and soon fell asleep. I was so aware of the wetness
of that sleeping bag the entire night.
As I previously mentioned, Gail was very pregnant. The night was
really a miserable one for her. She was tired from a total lack
of sleep. I went to the office and asked where a motel was. When
questioned by the owner of the camp why that was going to be
necessary, I explained, "Mrs. Slader is very pregnant and the hard
ground just isn't going to let her get any rest at all. She didn't
sleep all night."
The owner's wife was a wonderful person who understood what Gail
was suffering. "Our daughter is away this month. She has a nice
double bed. You tell the Slader's to stay there tonight. In fact,
have Gail come to the office and let her sleep on the bed now."
These people didn't know us. They didn't have to do this for us.
It was just there pure generosity. Yes, we most certainly took them
up on this offer.
Everyone was with me when I told them the news. To Karen this
immediately meant that this would be the night that she would move
from being a young virginal girl to a woman, or at least she felt
that way about it. When I say we danced on the borders of the camp
rules, they had a strict 'no overt signs of affection between couples
allowed' rule. Karen spent that entire day glued to me. In the pool
where no one could see, she would get some playful fondling in,
and I would reciprocate any time I got my chance. There weren't
a lot of private places at the camp, so we were forced to wait until
it got dark. In the meantime, I wasn't aware of it, but Sharon was
putting the same kind of pressure on Jeff.
Jeff and I got together and changed our sleeping bag arrangement
so that everyone felt a reasonable amount of distance and privacy
for the night. I don't know why we were being so childish. Sharon
knew that Karen wanted badly for me to break her, and we all
knew that Sharon wanted to get Jeff's uncut cock inside her. Yet
we did carry on like a group of teens, pretending that no one would
know what we were doing if we were quiet and were safe enough
from close contact with the other couple.
I hope you will understand why I have chosen to not go into what
happened that night. It was wonderful. It was a precious moment
for both of us, and I'd rather not use this forum to explain details.
All six of us left the camp a few days later and made our way back
to our hometown.
Terry's father was a plumbing contractor, and quite successful. He
brought Terry into the business after Terry graduated from college.
Terry had a sister who died at age 12, so his mother wrapped all
of her affections around Gail. Terry's dad was crazy about Gail.
If Terry and Gail ever had an argument, the parents would take
Gail's side every time. She and Mrs. Slader (well the two Mrs.
Sladers) shopped together, cooked together, and totally loved each
other. Terry and Gail had two sons. It was a couple of years
later that they learned of her cancer. She lasted a little over one
more year. The family was devastated.
It was three years later that Sharon's baby sister Erin started to
date Terry. She had worked on a career and wanted to finally
settle down. They married two years after Gail's death, and are
still very happily married today. They have twin girls.
Sharon and Jeff got married after a very brief engagement. They
were married in 1964 and have just celebrated their 32nd anniversary.
They have four daughters, all of whom look like Sharon, Karen and
Erin, it just runs in the genes I guess.
Ellen married one of the men from our church. They moved to the
northwest. We have never mentioned teen years to him and
to this day he has no clue. He's a great guy and very good to her
but he would never understand what went on.
Marla never did get married. She tried to get Brian back several
times, and then she finally matured enough to realize he was not
to be (her words). Her daughter and son might as well have been
mine. Karen and I were at the birth of her son William Terrance
Knight. And both of them are as close as my four children are to
me.
Karen and I were married. We had four children together (three
daughters and a son.) She was taken away from me by a drunk driver
the night of her 40th birthday. My children were the greatest things
in my life during some very lonely and ugly days. Marla and her
two children came to live with us a year later. Marla and I finished
our interrupted night, and have been close since. We will never marry
even though we have 6 children who constantly work on us.
All of us meet several times a year for "family" get togethers. It's
easy when all of us except Marla are related indirectly.
Jeff and I did pass our state boards (with flying colors thanks to
our father in law). He practices in Northern California and I
practice in Southern California.
We are all active nudist to this day. My grandchildren are 3rd
generation nudist. We love it and will never change. Most of
our family get togethers are at Jeff and Sharon's since they have
a small ranch like home with tons of privacy.
Would I have changed anything in my life? I don't think so.
-- CJ
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