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Authors name: David London (david_1960@excite.com)
Story title : Summer of 1960

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Summer of 1960, Chapter 1
By David London (david_1960@excite.com)
(c) Copyright 2000 David London. All Rights Reserved.


It was the summer of 1960, and I was 15.  My life would 
change that summer, in ways that I could never have 
imagined.

Before I go any further, you need to understand the 
times.  In 1960, the word "pregnant" couldn't be used on 
television. The birth control pill that launched the 
"sexual revolution" was not something that teenagers 
even knew about, much less used.  As I look back, I 
can't think of anyone from my school who had had sex 
yet. If any of my classmates had lost their virginity, I 
didn't know about it.  (Compare that with today, and it 
seems so backward.)  Anyway, to put my story into proper 
perspective, you need to understand just how sexually 
repressive the times were.

I had discovered the magic of masturbation when I was 
about 11, and that had been my only sexual outlet ... 
until that summer.  It was early June, shortly after 
school was out for the summer, and I had grown too tall 
for my one pair of "Sunday" pants.  We couldn't afford a 
new suit, so I took the trousers to the lady who sewed 
for everyone in our small town.  "Aunt Marie" was a lady 
of about 60, and she made her living by making dresses 
for the people who had money to afford that sort of 
thing.  Because she was a close friend of my family, she 
would also do any alterations I needed.  When I took the 
pants to be fixed, it was a Wednesday evening just after 
7:00.  Had I thought about the day and time, I would 
have waited until the next day, since Aunt Marie always 
went to church services every time the door was open, 
and that included Wednesday night services.  

I walked the two blocks between my house and Aunt 
Marie's, and had I arrived 30 seconds sooner, I would 
have seen her car leave her driveway as she went to 
church.  As things turned out, that 30-second delay was 
the luckiest break of my life, at least, up to that 
time.

I rang the doorbell at Aunt Marie's, and I was surprised 
when a young woman came to the door.  I saw a very 
pretty face, but one without a trace of make up, and 
immediately, before either of us spoke, I knew that she 
belonged to a conservative religious group.  Her 
clothes, the way she wore her hair, even the look in her 
eyes told me that.  Since I lived in the "Bible Belt" 
part of the South, I had grown up in a community that 
had a number of fundamentalist people.  They may have 
been Pentecostal or Nazarene, I didn't know which, but 
the woman all wore dresses with long sleeves, even in 
the summer. Their dresses were all drab colors, with 
buttons from their neck to the bottom.  The dresses were 
all very long, almost ankle-length, and the women wore 
their long hair either rolled in a bun or wrapped around 
the top of the head.  Anyway, everyone knew what the 
fundamentalist women looked like, and I was facing a 
young, pretty one at Aunt Marie's door.

She spoke first.  "Hello, I'm Rachel," a soft voice 
said.  I'm staying with Aunt Marie this summer.

Even though she was not sexually intimidating to me (at 
least not then), I was still very uneasy around girls, 
and I stammered something like "I'm David, and I need to 
get my pants fixed."

She told me that Aunt Marie had just left for church, 
and wouldn't be back for about an hour and a half.  

Then, she opened the screen door as she said "but come 
on in. Maybe you can leave the pants with me, and I'll 
have her fix them for you."

I entered, and she took me back to Aunt Marie's "fitting 
room," a part of the house that was dedicated to her 
sewing.

We both sat down, and she immediately began asking me 
questions.  Within a few minutes, she knew nearly 
everything about me. She knew that I was 15 that I would 
be in the 10th grade in September, that I wanted to be a 
writer when I grew up, that baseball was my favorite 
sport, and that I didn't have a regular girl friend. 

When I told her that I didn't have a girl friend, she 
expressed surprise.  "I'm really shy," I confessed to 
her, and it was the truth.  I often stammered when 
talking to girls, and I would get a red face just being 
around them.  I was a classic "late bloomer," and I was 
actually very intimidated by girls my age, who were all 
much more mature than I was.

"But you aren't shy around me," she said, and I realized 
she was right.  I had talked non-stop to her for 20 
minutes (I noticed that the clock was now at 7:30), and 
I had not been shy, had not stammered, and had not even 
thought about getting red-faced.

"No. I'm not shy around you," I said. "You're different."

"She beamed when I said that.  "How am I different?"  

She moved closer to me when she said that.

"I can talk to you.  You're very easy to talk to," I 
said and I meant it. 

"I bet your boyfriends find it very easy to be around 
you."  

When I said that SHE blushed.  I was surprised when she 
said "I don't have any boyfriends, I've never even had a 
date." I was already wishing I were older and that she 
was my girlfriend.

"You haven't even had a date? Why?" I said.  I had long 
forgotten her Pentecostal dress and her lack of make up.  
I just saw this beautiful face on this young woman who 
was very easy to talk to. And very pretty.  I was 
infatuated with her.

"My parent's really didn't allow dating until I was 18 
... and even though I'm 19 now, I haven't been on a 
date. At least not yet.  Boys at home just don't seem 
interested in me, so I haven't had any dates yet."  Then 
she paused a looked straight at me.  "But maybe that 
will change soon."  She smiled and her eyes glistened as 
she said those words.

I took all this in. Here was a beautiful 19 year old 
woman who I found very easy to talk with, and she was 
basically telling me that she would like me to be her 
first date. The fact that I was four years younger than 
her didn't seem to bother her.

Miraculously, I was not intimidated by her..  Just as I 
was getting comfortable with her, though, she changed 
the subject.

"So, how do you need your pants altered?" she asked.

"They're too short. I need the legs let out maybe an 
inch or so."

"Aunt Marie has showed me how to measure for her.  Want 
to try them on, and I'll mark them for you."  I said 
sure and went into the small changing room.  As I took 
my pants off, I became intensely aware that there was a 
woman ...  not a girl, but a woman ... just feet away 
from me.  And this woman had expressed interest in me.  

Her face was in my mind's eye as I pulled the pants over 
my feet.  She had an absolutely perfect complexion ... 
peaches and cream, I think they called it, and her deep 
blue eyes were famed by thick eyebrows that  accented 
her natural beauty.  Her hair was a honey blonde color, 
what I could see of it.  It was apparently very long, 
but most of it was rolled in a bun that was affixed to 
the back of her head.

When I pulled on the dress pants, I noticed that I had 
the beginning of a pretty good boner, and it was growing 
as I thought about her.  When I zipped up and fastened 
the top, I could fell my pants bulging in the front.  I 
knew it wasn't going to go away anytime soon, so I went 
outside the changing room, where she was waiting on me 
with a tape measure and a marking chalk.

She had me stand on a small platform with three mirrors.  
She knelt down to measure the leg length, and I noticed 
that her face was directly facing my crotch.  This made 
me go into a full erection, and there was no hiding it.
She noticed it.  I saw her glance at my crotch, and then 
she looked down, but her eyes kept coming back to my 
hard-on, which was just inches away from her face.  

"How much longer do you want them to be?" she asked.

"I just need an inch or so more," I said, and 
immediately thought about the sexual implications of 
what I said.

She bit her lower lip when I said this.  "I think I need 
to measure you," she said hesitatingly.  "Aunt Marie 
showed me how to do it."

She held the tape measure in her hands and said "stand 
with your legs apart."  I moved one foot aside and her 
right hand held the top of the tape measure at the V of 
my crotch.  Having Rachel's hand less than an inch away 
from my dick was making me crazy.  My erection had been 
constrained by my underwear, and as a surge ran through 
me, I could fell my dick moving, changing positions 
inside my pants.  She saw it.  She had to, since her 
eyes were just inches away.  After my erection had 
sprung partly loose, I could see small beads of 
perspiration on her forehead. Was this a sign she was 
getting hot, I wondered. I wasn't sure.  Then, any 
possible doubt about whether she had seen my erection 
was removed when she "Are you sure you want to have your 
pants measured with you ... like that?  I mean, you 
don't want to get the wrong size, or anything, cause you 
aren't like that normally...  Are you?"

I said no, and she said "maybe we should measure you 
later."  I was thinking that she was going to send me 
away, but then she paused, swallowed said "I've never 
seen a big one... like that.  I've only seen babies."  I 
was so stunned by this turn of events that I didn't know 
what to say.  She moved things along by saying "could I 
see you?"

I didn't hesitate for a minute.  I unfastened the pants 
and unzipped them.  And soon my erection was standing 
right in front of her eyes.  She asked "may I touch it" 
even though by the time words had escaped her mouth, she 
was holding me with both hands.  

I was in heaven.  I was 15, a virgin, and this beautiful 
19-year-old woman was holding my dick as she knelt 
before me.  It's... beautiful," she whispered.  She had 
obviously never seen a dick before, let along touched 
one.  I knew what I wanted her to do. I wanted her to 
stroke me.

Hesitantly, I put my hand on hers, and, wordlessly, 
showed her want I wanted.  (Having sex with her was not 
even in my mind.  I was just happy to be where I was.)  
She quickly saw what I wanted and figured out the 
correct rhythm and pressure.  Within a couple of 
minutes, I felt the volcano about to erupt.  I didn't 
know whether to warn her or what, and while I was 
debating just how to do this, what to say to her, I 
came.  My first spurt hit her on the forehead, and while 
she was reacting to that, the second one hit her on the 
right cheek.  She was totally surprised.  I'm sure she 
knew where babies came from, but since she had never 
seen an adult penis at all, she had no idea about the 
power of a 15-year-old's ejaculations. Several more 
spurts wound up on her neck and dripped down her chest, 
under the neckline of her plain dress. 

Absent-mindedly, she pulled the bottom of her dress and 
wiped my sperm off her flesh.  As she did that, I could 
see her body for the first time.  She had beautiful 
legs, even though they had no sign of tan on them.  

Obviously, she did not wear clothes that allowed her to 
get much sun.  The pale legs, though, were a very much a 
turn on for me, but nothing compared to the feeling I 
got when I realized I could see her white cotton 
panties.  While she wiped my sperm from her face, my 
eyes were feasting on the holy grail of panty beaver 
shots.

She broke my reverie by finishing with the clean-up and 
putting her dress in a wad in her lap and then looking 
at me and saying softly "wow. I've never experienced 
anything as exciting as that in my life."

I managed to say "me too," and then she saw that my 
erection was already growing again.  "How long will it 
stay like that?" she asked.  "I'll be ready to come 
again in a 10 minutes or so," I said, factually, not 
meaning that as a request for another hand job or 
anything.

"She looked up and me and said "ten minutes, huh?"  Then 
those blue eyes looked up at me and said "have you ever 
seen ... a woman?"

My dick sprung higher just as that thought, and when I 
said "no" she said "would you like to see me?"

Within a minute, I was on the floor with her, and found 
myself pulling her panties down. I took my time.  It was 
the first time I had ever done that, and I wanted to 
enjoy every moment of it.  Today, I still have a great 
love for the moment when I take down a woman's panties.  

I lay her panties in the floor and lay beside her.
As I touched her downy soft pubic hair, she said 
"sometimes at night, in bed, I touch myself there. In 
my mind, I pictured her playing with herself.  I was 
getting a huge erection, larger than I ever had before, 
as I imagined her masturbating.

Then I heard her voice again.  "Let me show you how I 
like it," she said, and I moved so that I was lying 
beside here.  Her hands guided mine, and soon I had two 
fingers at the edge of her vagina, massaging her 
clitoris, and I somehow found the right rhythm for her.  

I could feel her wetness, could smell her juices, and I 
moved closer to her.  I wanted to see what she looked 
like.  As I got nearer, I could sniff her aroma, and had 
my first whiff of what would become a lifelong addiction 
for me. The smell of an excited pussy was intoxicating.

As I gently massaged her, I could feel her body stiffen.  
Then she held my upper arm with both of her hands, and I 
knew that she was very close to reaching her own climax, 
too.

Suddenly, her repressive religious background must have 
taken over, as she began moaning "No. Oh. NO. I can't be 
doing this. This is wrong." And then, as the climax 
thundered into her body, she totally changed course.  I 
was astounded to see her reversal. Now, she was saying 
"Yes. Yes. Oh my GOD this is good. Oh. God. Yes. Yes. 
I'm coming!!" When she said "God" it made me feel funny 
for a minute.  I figured that she had never use God's 
name in such a way before.

Finally, she came down from her peak and lay limply on 
the floor beside me.

A few minutes later, she rolled over and her thigh 
touched my erection, which had lost none of its power.
As she grabbed my dick with one hand she said "has ten 
minutes passed yet?" and then without waiting for an 
answer she began to slowly stroke me.  Soon after 
starting, she stopped and put her hand into her pussy 
and got it moist with her wetness.  "Here," she said, as 
she lubricated my penis with her own pussy juices.

With that moist stimulation, it didn't take long for me 
to come again.  Even though I had had a powerful 
ejaculation just minutes before, another one was 
waiting.  It came out with an explosion, even though 
there was not as much semen as I had on the first time.  

The first blast hit the arm of her long-sleeved dress, 
and the second and third hit on her hand and wrist.

It was a little after 9:00.  We had been having sex play 
for about 90 minutes.  It was the best 90 minutes of my 
life, even now. Nothing I have done since has matched 
that night of adolescent discovery. .  We  had lost all 
track of time, and Rachel had been the first one to hear 
Aunt Marie's car pulling into the driveway.  "Oh my 
gosh," she said. "Aunt Marie's back.

She jumped up, and shoved me toward the front door.  
"She'll come in the side door.  You have to go out the 
front way.  She won't see you that way."

As I got to the door, I realized I was wearing my dress 
pants, and that my blue jeans I had worn were still in 
the changing room.  As I opened the door to make my 
escape, I said "my other pants are still here, in that 
room." She didn't miss a beat, saying, "I'll hide them 
for you.  Come back Sunday evening at 7:15. Aunt Marie 
will be gone to church again."  And then as I went down 
the front steps, she said "Ill re-measure you then." She 
blew me a kiss as I went down the sidewalk.

Luckily, Aunt Marie was a slow old woman.  I later 
learned that by the time she got in the side door, 
Rachel was in the bathroom, cleaning all the come from 
her dress and from her body.  When Aunt Marie came into 
the house, Rachel said "I'm in the bathroom."

"Anybody stop by while I was gone?" Aunt Marie asked.

"Just David from down the street.  He want's some pants 
altered, but he'll come back later."

That night, I could hardly go to sleep.  I replayed the 
entire evening in my mind over and over again.  Nor 
surprising for a boy of 15, I jerked off two times that 
night while I thought about what Rachel and I had done.

The next morning, a Thursday, I began thinking about 
going back to see Rachel on Sunday evening, while Aunt 
Marie was away at church. The time from Thursday morning 
until Sunday evening seemed to drag on forever.

Sunday evening finally came.  I had the same dress pants 
ready to take with me; after all, I had to have a reason 
to go to Aunt Marie's, and I did need to have them 
lengthened.

I left my house a right at 7:00, and actually had to 
wait until Aunt Marie got in her car and left for 
church.  I circled the block twice until I finally saw 
her leave.  Within seconds, I was on the front porch, 
but there was no need to ring the bell. Rachel was 
waiting for me.  As I look back, I now realize that she 
was just as anxious for this next encounter as I was.  

But then, I was under the mistaken impression that nice 
girls didn't like sex. 

As soon as I got into the house, she took me by the hand 
and led me to a room in Aunt Marie's house that I had 
never seen.  The house was an old two-story, but it was 
large, and Aunt Marie had a TV room with several chairs, 
and one very large sofa that I would eventually discover 
was a hide-a-bed. 

Rachel turned the TV on low, and led me to the sofa.  
There were no lights on in the room, and with the heavy 
curtains pulled nearly shut, the room was nearly dark.  
Only the light from the TV illuminated us.  Rachel's 
blue eyes twinkled as she said "I've never been kissed.  
Will you show he how?"

She assumed, correctly, that I had kissed before, and 
although I wasn't much past the novice stage then, I was 
eager to show her what I knew.  Our lips met, awkwardly 
at first, then as she loosened up, we found a great 
degree of compatibility as we spent the next twenty 
minutes making out.  Strangely, I was too shy to touch 
her breasts, even outside the dress, even though she had 
stroked my twice the other night and I had fingered her 
pussy to a climax in return.  Somehow, this was 
different.  As we made out, my dick had reached its 
maximum possible size, and I was wanting badly to have 
something done to it.  I was a little shy about where to 
start, but she finally broke the ice.

"I see your pants are a little tight again," she said.  

I nodded.

"Maybe I should let you have some room," she said, and 
both her hands were unfastening my pants.  She pulled 
the zipper down and then pulled down my shorts so that 
the elastic band was riding below my balls.  Her right 
hand gripped my erection.  "You are SO hard," she said.
I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet.

"Do you want to touch me while I touch you?" she asked, 
even though she already knew what the answer would be.

When I said "yes" she immediately changed her position, 
and pulled up her long dress.  She stood in front of me, 
holding her dress around her waist with both hands.  I 
could see her beautiful long legs, and those white 
cotton panties.  I loved to see the panties. I love them 
to this day.  Whenever I see a woman's panties, I always 
think of Rachel, my first love.

"You want to take my panties down for me?" she asked.  

Again, she knew the answer before she asked.  Silently, 
my two hands went to her waistline, and slowly pulled 
her panties down, below her knees, where I paused to 
look at her furry triangle, and then all the way down to 
the floor.  She stepped out of them, and while I 
expected that she would let her dress drop back down, 
she pulled it over her head, and in a second, the dress 
was on the floor with her panties.

"That dress is really too long for things like this," 
she said.  She then had me stand up, and she pulled my 
Levi's and my undershorts down in one single motion, and 
we were now both naked from the waist down.  I was 
wearing only a T-shirt along with my socks, and she was 
wearing only a bra.

We repositioned ourselves on the sofa, and began a 
mutual fondling that turned us both on immensely.
We didn't speak for minutes, then she cleared her 
throat. "Once in the restroom at school, I overhead 
one of the girls talking about oral sex..."

I took the hint.  Later, I realized that maybe she was 
talking about blowing me, but at the time, my eyes and 
my mind were on her beautiful pussy.  I had heard older 
boys talk about going down on a woman, saying "you 
aren't a man until you've eaten pussy," and I decided 
that I wanted to eat her right then.

Without speaking, I moved my head between her legs, and 
she was startled.  "What are you doing?" she asked.  

"I'm going to give you... Oral sex." I explained.  

"You mean boys do that ... To girls?" she asked 
incredulously. "I thought that it was only something 
girls did to boys."  Amazing.  She was 19 years old and 
didn't know that men loved to eat women.

I was about to eat my first pussy.

I positioned my head between her legs, and she lay back 
and spread for me.  The aroma was so sweet, so pungent.  

I had no idea what to do; I just knew that "real men ate 
pussy," so I went with my instincts.  As my lips 
approached her wetness, I give her a kiss, a French kiss 
that sent my tongue probing deep into her vagina.  She 
moaned, and grabbed my head with both hands.  I was 
pretty sure I was doing something right.  I continued, 
and began adding variety to my actions.  My tongue 
licked upwards, and when I found her clitoris, I began 
sucking on it.  I had again followed my instincts and 
done something very pleasurable to Rachel.  Her thighs 
clenched at my head, and she moaned again and again.  I 
continued the sucking motion, and every so often I 
stopped just long enough to stick my tongue in her as 
far as I could.  Soon, I sensed that Rachel was on the 
verge of a climax.  I thought that if I were in her 
position, I would want to have me keep sucking, so 
that's what I did.  I sucked her clitoris with 
increasing intensity, and soon she was moaning "Oh yes, 
David, Oh,  yes, that is sooo good.  Oh yes." YES"  I 
noticed that this time, she was not denying her 
feelings.  I was pleased that she seemed to be enjoying 
all this without guilt.

As the climax overtook her body, both her hands pushed 
my head closer to her pussy as her thighs squeezed me 
tightly.  Only after she had relaxed did she let me go.

I was breathless.  Her taste was on my tongue, in my 
mouth, in my mind.  I was forever hooked on eating 
pussy.  I knew then, instantly, that I couldn't wait 
until I could do this again.  And again.

She was laying on the big sofa and I was on top of her, 
sort of anyway, with my head laying on one thigh.  I was 
still close enough to her to take in the aroma that came 
from her wetness. 

She was the first to speak.  "I didn't know girls could 
GET oral sex," she said simply.  Then she said "if it's 
as good for boys as it is for girls, you are really 
going to enjoy this."

With that, she moved and suddenly I was lying on the 
couch and she was kneeling on the floor in front of me.  
Without delay, she took my dick into one hand and put 
the knob of it into her mouth.  She  went up and down on 
it like it was a lollipop, and then stopped just long 
enough to lick it from tip to the bottom of the shaft.  

She took it back in her mouth again, and once again, 
just the head was covered by her warm lips.  I wanted to 
go in deeper, and lunged forward, too much, as it turned 
out.  She gagged. Then she began coughing.  I was in a 
near panic until I saw her look at me and say "it's OK.  

I just wasn't ready for it."  She took me into her mouth 
again, and this time about 2 or 3 inches went in.  her 
right hand held the shaft while her mouth and lips 
fucked my dick.  With my 15-year-old boy's libido in 
control, I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I 
came.  

I remembered the first time, when she stroked me, and 
how I had not given her any warning that I was about to 
explode, and I certainly didn't want to surprise her by 
coming in her mouth.  "I'm about to come" I told her, 
and she didn't even slow down.  I thought that maybe she 
hadn't heard me, so I said it again, this time louder.  

Without missing a beat, she nodded, as if to say "go 
ahead."  I did and soon I was having the ultimate orgasm 
for a high school kid.  I was coming in the mouth of a 
beautiful 19-year-old woman.  She took it all, every 
drop of it, and I was astounded when she finally let me 
go.  "I swallowed it," she said.  I've heard boys like 
that."

I was in ecstasy.  While I was expecting to lose my 
erection, at least for a few minutes, I didn't, and when 
she saw that I was still hard, she began sucking on it 
again.  I took only a couple of more minutes to come 
this time than I had the first time, but it was just as 
explosive, just as exciting.  As I lay there on the 
sofa, I could hardly believe my good fortune.

I was the first to see the clock on the wall.  It was 
nearing 9:00, and Aunt Marie would be home from church 
any minute.  Incredibly, we had had oral sex and 
foreplay and more oral sex for nearly an hour and a 
half.

I got up pulled my clothes on, and went toward the front 
door.  Rachel accompanied me.

She kissed me on the lips softly, then said "See you 
again Wednesday evening?"  She already knew the answer.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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