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This narrative has to have a some explanation. This whole piece
takes place during the late 1950's in a country area in central
north Florida. People were pretty naïve back then. There wasn't
Penthouse or Playboy yet to learn words. There were no books at
the library instructing kids. No book stores to sell some porno.
No dirty movies available to kids. School sure never mentioned
sex. Our parents kind of told us and we saw how animals
procreated, but we didn't know much about mutual gratification of
the opposite sex. So some of the words I use may seem quaint.
They are but that's how we talked then. No one ever said "fuck."
Shit, was a really bad word. So if you get the picture, it will
be easier to understand. Now, even though it has been a long,
long time ago, I remember the conversations nearly word for word.
At least the ones that were so shocking and important at the
time. I tried not to embellish what happened as what did happen
is story enough. I remember and relish the sights, sounds,
smells, the touches and all those special feelings as if they
just happened.
Just the term "cream pie" makes you visualize a coconut or banana
cream pie. You had to eat it fresh or it would get runny. Liked
them as a kid, still do. Try to never let them get runny. Let
me tell you about how I first learned not to let a different kind
of cream pie get runny.
Chapter Two (mf 1st teen creamy sex)
We couldn't talk on the phone as we were on party lines. The old
ladies in the neighborhood would listen in on calls all the time.
So if we talked on the phone it was only to set a time for one
of us to visit the other. Well, Sunday, she called and said why
not come over. Her parents were back and may be I could come for
supper. This was always OK with my folks as long as I finished
my evening chores first. My folks let me visit friends or have
friends over often, as long as I got home early, did my homework,
and completed my home responsibilities. This is all important to
the story, so you get the feel of what is to happen.
That evening during supper Shirley's dad asked us if we had
enjoyed ourselves without supervision last night. He asked if we
got home early, to which both of us said we came home pretty
early. He seemed satisfied with the responses but her mom kept
glancing at both of us with a strange look. Sometimes she had
really tight lips, then they would go up into a slight smile just
like Shirley.
After supper Shirley and I went out to the porch and sat on the
swing to be alone and talk. The swing was far enough from a
window that it was safe to cuddle and talk. I asked Shirley what
was up with her mom. Shirley started telling me how much she
enjoyed playing last night. Vocal me just said, "Yeah, it was
really fun." She said she hoped we could do all that again. I
echoed, "Me too." She then blew me away. "I talked with my mom
about what we did." Me: "You did?" Her: "I needed to talk to
her about it because I thought something may be wrong with me."
Me: "What?" Her: "I asked her whether something was wrong with
me that I like it so much." Me: "Ah Oh." Her: "Don't be mad
OK. I really needed to talk about it and mom is my friend too.
When I told her about it she didn't seem that mad, she almost
laughed, you know, giggled. She asked if we did it, you know,
went all the way. I told her we didn't because we didn't want me
to get pregnant. She said we were smarter than most kids may be,
even smarter than her and dad. She said they had gotten carried
away when she was young and that she was talking to the result.
She meant me. She said she got pregnant the first time she did
it, or at least when her and dad first started doing it. Anyway
she said she wanted to talk to me more so us, you and me, to at
least wait to do it, to go all the way."
Whew! My girlfriend, the girl I had grown up with as a friend
and now had sexually experimented with had told her mom we had
messed around. Then it dawned on me. Me: "How much did you tell
her?" Her: "Pretty much everything." Me: "Everything?" Her:
"Well, you know, how I like the touching, I liked the hard
kissing, how I liked the feel, the smell, and the taste of
everything." Me: "Taste of everything?" Her: "You know, your
stuff, I told her how it got everywhere." All I could think of
was, I'm done, I'm dead, any second her dad is coming out with
his shot gun. How was I going to ever face her mom again knowing
she knew about everything. Me: "Guess I should go?" Her: "No,
mom wants to talk to us, wait, I'll get her." If I could have, I
would have crawled under the porch.
Shirley and her mom came out to the porch. Shirley sat down with
me on the swing then her mom sat down next to Shirley.
Shirley's mom: "Well you two got pretty wild last night." Us:
quiet. Mom: "You know that what you did could have gone farther
and could have had a result you would not have wanted yet." Us:
quiet Mom: "I know you two think you are in love, you may even
be in love, but you are still in high school. You need to finish
high school then think about your future. Shirley: "Mom, you
know we have been together all our lives and we are getting
married." Me: (In my head; married? What? I guess it could
be. Hadn't thought of that yet.) Mom: "You all aren't married
yet and you need to wait till you do before you do that."
Shirley: "Do what? Do what we did or do everything we want to
do with each other?" Me: quiet (I'm a/no dummy) Mom: "You
have to control these things, anyway, it's in the open now and
you know home I feel. Shirley, we have to talk more about this.
And you, (looking at me) you need to think about all of this and
don't get carried away, OK?" Wow, I wasn't being thrown out,
killed, cussed out, or banished. Me: "Yes Mame."
Shirley's mom got up and went back in the house. Shirley said,
"Mom said she wasn't going to tell dad because it was between me
and her." I stayed quiet not knowing what to say. Shirley
leaned on me laying her head on my shoulder forcing me to put my
arm around her. Shirley looked up at me then kissed me very
softly but with a ton of meaning. As her kiss became firmer, her
free hand found it's way to my lap. We kept kissing with my hand
that was around her shoulder found the side of her breast. We
kept this up until we heard a chair scraping inside. We pulled
apart, panting, Shirley's nipples standing out, my pants tenting.
Shirley started giggling, with all the tension that had been
there, I started giggling with her. You could hear Shirley's mom
and dad getting the other kids started toward bed. The lights
went out in the windows near us. This was a first for Shirley
and I. You could hear the quick steps of the kids then hear her
dad going up the stairs. Shirley's mom came out the door and
said "Don't stay up too late, you both have chores to do in the
morning. Goodnight"
Shirley and I sat together holding hands, staring out at the
night. This had been some kind of weekend. We finally agreed
that it was getting late (probably 9 or 9:30). We hugged and
kissed one more time then got up. As I started to turn to go
down the stairs, Shirley wanted one more good kiss. She tweaked
me on my dick through my pants then said "Get."
During the week we were both too busy doing farm work, school,
and home work to do much more that talk a little on the school
bus or talk at school. Never a private moment, but still we
would hold hands sometimes and always a hand squeeze before we
parted. On Friday on the way home on the bus, Shirley asked if I
might come over early that night. May be would could go for a
drive into town or somewhere. She wanted me there for supper
again.
As soon as my chores were done, I cleaned up, asked for a car
(instead of the pick up) then beat feet to Shirley's. We ate
supper, chatted about farm stuff, then Shirley announced that it
was time for us to go into town to one her friends house. As
soon as we were in the car I asked what was up. She said we were
going by her friends house for a second so she could pick up some
stuff. It is a little over 20 miles to town so we had time to
cuddle and chat on the way. Shirley is little, I mean short and
small. Her usual method of sitting next to me was to lean on me,
hugging my right, with her legs and feet curled up under her, her
skirt pulled over her knees. Tonight, the skirt sort of stayed
above the knees. Knees aren't that sexy, but remember this is
1958 so seeing bare skin is a reason for excitement. We made it
into town with me driving a 3 speed column shift car with my left
hand. Every guy could do it, with or without a steering wheel
spinner.
We visited with Shirley's friend for about 20 minutes, 10 minutes
of it were with the two of them in another room giggling. We
left with a big shopping bag of stuff and a holler of, "Be good
you guys, ha, ha." When we were back in the car, Shirley threw
the bag in the back seat, I asked, "Where too now?" Shirley
just said let's take a drive, how about the river road. This
wasn't too far, but it was in the opposite direction of our
farms. When you go down the hill from the river bluffs, you feel
the cooler air and smell the river, pretty neat. The road along
the river isn't a very good one as it gets flooded most springs,
so you have to drive slow to avoid craters. Shirley said, "Let's
go down to the bank." So I stopped.
While I got out Shirley leaned over the seat back and rummaged
around in the huge bag. She slid out of the car on the drivers
side carrying a blanket. I looked at her questioning and she
responded, "so we can sit down without getting dirty." We went
down to the river, close enough to hear the water moving but far
enough away that the ground and grass were not wet. I spread the
blanket and we both sat down. At first we just stared out over
the wide expanse of the river to the other bank. It was dark so
the stars were really bright. As we sat there, our hands came
together, then we leaned into each other.
Shirley said that her and mom had a long talk. She said her mom
was afraid Shirley and I would get Shirley pregnant and make
things difficult for our future. She told me about her mom and
dad having to get married with Shirley in her mom's tummy. How
lucky they were as her grandfather had given her mom and dad
their farm and helped them out when they were young. She said
her mom told her that they had been different as they were both
18 not 16 like Shirley and I. All I could do was to comment, "Ah
hum." Shirley kissed me on the cheek then turned my head to look
at her. I though she was getting ready to kiss me so I closed my
eyes, puckered, and started leaning to her. She held me back
with her hand on my chest. You could tell, she needed to say
something.
"What?" I asked. Shirley looked down, then looked up to my eyes.
After going up and down a couple of times she asked with a
nervous voice, "Do you love me?" Then with hardly taking a
breath, "Do you want, ah, do you think we will get married?"
Since I had thought about this so much the past week it didn't
take me long to respond. "Shirley, I love you." I stared into
her eyes and when she started to speak, I put my finger to her
lips. "Shirley, I think you and I will get married." Shirley
kept staring but said, "Do you wanna get married? Are you asking
me to marry you?" I said, "I've thought of nothing else since
last weekend. Shirley, will you marry me? Do you really want to
be my wife?" There was no response. Shirley lunged at me,
knocking me over. She was hugging me tightly and kissing me
hard. Shirley held me down, pushed herself up with her hands to
my chest and said, "Good, I'm glad, yes, I want to marry you, I
want to be your wife." With that we went back to kissing.
I could feel Shirley relax while hugging me. Our kisses because
softer, more meaningful. We rolled to our sides facing each
other and just looked into each other's eyes. We looked, we
kissed, we looked, and kissed. We started kissing those long
slow, wet, lots of tongue kisses, the warms up everything. We
had been kissing for five to ten minutes when she took my hand
and placed it on her breast. Then her hand went to my tented
pants. We kept kissing and rubbing. Shirley unzipped me and
tried to get me out. Meanwhile I was unbuttoning her blouse.
Shirley tried to undo my belt with one hand and was becoming
frustrated. She sat up, pulled her blouse off, unsnapped her bra
and shrugged it off. She looked at me and said, "You take 'em
off, it's faster." So I took off my pants, then my shirt. She
had taken off her skirt and was sliding her panties down her
legs. She looked at me, glancing at my middle and said, "So?" I
took off my underwear. As you can guess, we had gone from the
emotional high to a sexual high in minutes.
We were a sight. A six foot gangly farm boy and a 4'10" elf. We
were both on our knees, staring at each other. Me with my dick
straining toward her. Her with her nipples pointing the way. We
closed the space between us and kissed very tenderly. We lay
back down with Shirley laying on top of me. She rolled to her
side still kissing me but know with a firm grasp of my dick. As
we kissed, her hand was slowly going up and down kneading the
firm skin of my dick. I leaned down to lick a nipple, while
letting my hand travel to her fuzzies. Just as my finger dipped
into her wetness, she jerked her hand up and down quickly in her
excitement. Well, the inevitable happened, with a groan, juice
shot up to our lips, her breasts, then all over our tummies. My
finger slipped into her then rubbed the special spot I had found
a week ago. She wiggled and thrust her hips at me grunting until
she pushed hard at me and stiffened with a groan. We kept
kissing, covered with juice. Again, as we unlocked our lips,
Shirley brought her hand to her mouth and licked off her hand.
She started scooping up the juice on her belly to suck it off her
fingers. I leaned over and licked my juice off the underside of
her breasts. I dipped the finger that been inside her into some
goop then licked it off. Good. I put my finger into her juicy
hole, dipped it in my goop then fed it to her mouth. Shirley's
"mmmm good" told me we were on the same high.
We started kissing again. With the tension gone, the kisses were
softer, more playful. We were on our sides. My hand playing
with her small breast and swollen nipple. Her hand, gripping my
ever hard dick. This continued until Shirley pulled back and
said, "Wait a minute."
She rolled over and rummaged in her clothes. When she rolled
back over she was clutching a little square package. She took
hold of my dick then got the "look" on her face and asked with
the grin, "Wanna try?" All I could do was an enthusiastic, "Oh
yeah, where did you get that." Shirley sat up and said, "I got
them (please note the them) from Nancy." She then tore the
package open and pulled the rolled-up rubber out (we didn't call
them condoms out in the country). She turned it over looking at
it. She looked at me questioningly, "Do you know how to use
this? No directions." I said, "It has to go over the whole
thing so the juice doesn't leak out." We were real experienced.
Shirley put the rubber on thumb and started rolling it down.
Pulling it off her thumb, she put on the tip of my dick and using
the juice oozing out to slide it down then roll it on. The
rubber was really tight, squeezing where it was still rolled. It
came almost all the way down to the base. Shirley was holding
me, moving my skin through the rubber up and down. Still holding
me, she rolled to her back, spread her legs and pulled me toward
her. I was on my hands and knees over her. Since I'm so much
taller than she is, it was probably comical to see this pixie
with her head up on my chest looking down between us. When I
tried to look, all I could see was a head full of hair. But, I
could feel. She was tugging me to her. I inched up till it was
pressed to her. She was rubbing it around her wetness. Even
through the rubber the feeling was great. Shirley started me
into her. Still holding on to me with some of it inside her, she
took her other hand, put it on my butt and started pulling. Each
time there was a feeling I was pushing too hard, I pulled back a
little, then pushed forward again. My dick felt like it was in a
vice. The forward and back went on for a couple of minutes with
Shirley still looking down between us.
I was about half way in when Shirley threw her head back and with
an "Ahhh" pushed her hips up to me. I was most of the way into
her. Shirley now held my butt still with hands on both cheeks.
I got down on my elbows and knees so I could kiss her forehead
and eyes. Shirley stretched back so we could really kiss. While
kissing I flexed a little out and in and got another "Ahhhh."
Me: "You OK?" Her: "Good." Me: "Hurt?" Her: "Noooo, not
really." Flex in and out. Her: "Ahhhh." Me: "You are really
tight." Her: "Yesss." Me: "You are squeezing me." Her:
"Yessss." Flex in and out and deep as I could. Her: "Ahhhh."
Me: "Feel good?" Her: "Yessss." Me: "Like it?" Her:
"Yesss." Me: "Can I keep doing this." Flex in and out. Her:
"Ahhhh, Yesss, Mooore." I started to pull out farther then slide
back in slowly. She was so tight I couldn't slide in fast. I
started to know how deep I could go as when I was fairly deep,
even though she was hugging me, pulling on my butt, she would
arch her back which would pull me out a little. We kissed and we
fucked. (People didn't say fuck much back then but we fucked.)
Our pace started picking up. The pin prickles were going up my
thighs and down my stomach, rushing towards my apex. I paused to
slow it down but Shirley grabbed me and thrust her hips back and
forth rapidly, so I started thrusting faster and faster which
brought on the pin prickles faster. Shirley was moaning, her
pussy was getting really wet, I was grunting through the final
stages of pre-release. Shirley stiffened, pulling as deep as she
could into her, holding me tightly too her. That was it, I
filled the rubber while "Oohing and Ahhing." Suddenly, Shirley
relaxed and lifted her head for a kiss. We kissed as I slid my
dick slowly in and out getting that final good feeling.
Shirley maneuvered out from under me, pulling me out of the warm
tightness and climbed onto me holding my head. Looking at me,
she said, "Now, now I am your wife. Now, you are my husband."
We kissed, softly, firmly, emotionally. We lay there with our
lips together for a long time. When we rolled to our sides, my
rubber covered dick with the juice bulging all around the head
flopped against Shirley's thigh. I took it off by rolling it
down then pulling it off. Shirley hand instantly went to my
gooey dick holding in her now usual grip. As my dick responded,
she brought her hand up and licked it. Shirley got the look in
her eye, grinned then slid down to face my middle. With a sigh,
she opened her mouth and sucked my growing dick into her mouth.
As I grew, she backed off the pulled free with a pop, making both
of us laugh. We hugged and kissed and touched some more.
"Think it's time to go home?" I asked. "It's still early, not
even nine o'clock yet. I don't really have to be home before
eleven." "Good, there is still more to time to play with you." I
said as I held her closely thinking this is as good as it gets.
Looking at her, I asked, "You gonna tell your mom about this?"
Her: "May be." Me: "Think that's a good idea?" Her: "We
didn't do anything really bad." Me: "Huh?" Her: "You know, I
am your wife to be, you are my husband to be." Me: "Well, that
still may not be good reason to her." Her: " Well it is good
enough for me so it should be good enough for her. Besides she
said we had to be careful, we were. We used that thing so I
won't get pregnant." Me: "I guess you're right. So, why did
Nancy give you a rubber?" Her: "We talked about it and she said
she could get me some from her dad's drugstore." Me: "Some?"
Her: "She got me a box." Me: "A box? How many is a box?"
Her: "This box only has twelve. I gave her money so she could
put it in the register." Me: "So you have twelve of them?" Her
"No silly, just eleven now. Wanna use em up? Huh?" How do you
answer a naked pixie with her hand on your hardening dick? Me:
"Yesss." And I pulled her too me for a kiss.
We started kissing again. I was touching her breast and gently
pinching her nipple. She was squirming around like she liked
that so much I put my mouth over her small breast and long
swollen nipple and started sucking. This did something as her
hand shot to my dick and started squeezing. I went from one
breast to another till she stiffened and groaned. I kept kissing
and sucking till she pulled me off saying they were getting
tender. I kissed my way down her tummy sticking my tongue in her
belly button. From there I kissed down to her sparse light
red/brown fuzzies. It smelled different. It was a little
swollen, puffy. I kissed the lips and she squirmed. I licked
her lips and she squirmed. I ran my tongue up between her lips
till my tongue hit the button. I thought that must definitely be
something there. When I licked from the bottom again, her lips
separated and my tongue slipped into her a little on it's way up
to her button. Shirley pushed her hips to my face then pulled me
up to kiss. When she kissed me, she pulled back and said, "Mmmm,
I smell different." Me: "Probably some blood smell because
girls bleed when they do this the first time." Her: "I don't
think so." Me: "Why?" Her: "Girls bleed when they break their
hymen." Me: "Right, when they lose their virginity." Her:
"No, girls can break their hymen doing lots of things." Me:
"How do you know you broke yours." Her: "When I was twelve, I
bled on my panties after riding Poncho (a barnyard gelding)
bareback." Me: "Girls bleed once a month anyway, right?" Her:
"Not this time. It was not the right time for me to bleed and I
was sore down there for a few days. Mom said I broke my hymen,
popped my cherry. She teased me that I lost my virginity to a
horse. I didn't lose my virginity to a horse. I just lost it to
my husband, to my future husband that is." She then said, "I
wonder what I'll smell like after we do it some more."
With that she rolled over and rummaged in her skirt pocket again.
She pulled the packet out, tore it open and said, "Roll over on
back." Shirley straddled my legs, learned over and grasped my
dick. She leaned farther and licked, making it jump until she
took as much as she could in her mouth. When she pulled back
with pop, she said, "Some day soon, I think I'll do that until
the juice comes out." With that, she rolled the rubber onto me.
She leaned over and mouthed my rubber covered dick. Making a
face she said, "That tastes yucky." Holding onto my dick she
knee walked up till her pussy was lined up with the dick she
held. She said, "Hold still, I want to do this." Shirley rubbed
my dick around her pussy getting it wet. She put downward
pressure on me, sliding in the pulling back, groaning on the way
back in. When she was impaled really deep, she leaned over
putting her hands on my chest then leaned down and kissed me. I
could reach up and massage her nipples while she went up and
down. I tried to press up into her but she just said, "Let me do
it, let me do it." This was really good, this elf was bouncing
up and down on my dick sending wonderful feeling through me. She
was sitting up straighter and straighter, moving up and down
faster and faster. When her exclamations reached a rapid, "Ah,
Ah, Oh, Ah, Ah." I knew she was as close as I was. All of
sudden my body rebelled, I pushed my hips up hard, my juice
squirting into the tight rubber. Shirley was bouncing really
fast, eyes squeezed shut, hands down on sides, grunting. She
started a really loud, "Ahhhhhing," then slumped down on me her
head resting on my chest. I was still filling the rubber and she
was still squeezing me. "That was really good, really, really
good, I wonder if keeps getting better?" She said. I replied,
"I hope so."
Soon Shirley rolled off and sat up. She pulled the rubber off
then leaned over and sucked my now limp dick into her mouth.
"Mmmm," she said, "It is so cute when it is shrunk." "If you
keep kissing it like that it won't be cute long. As a matter of
fact it's starting to get a little tender." I replied. She
pounced back on me, kissing me with a taste of myself on her lips
and said, "Tender? Tender? I'm tender, I'm going to be sore
down there. But right now it feels tender good. I gotta pee,
then we have to go home. This stuff takes longer than one would
think." She went one way, I went the other. I could hear her
stream hitting the ground. I'm sure she could hear mine. We met
back at the blanket and laughed at each other. Both sated, naked
except our socks, what a sight, erotic, funny, and familiar.
We made it back to her house, kissed a little, made plans for the
next night, Saturday, then she went inside. Different, no blue
balls from necking in the car no hard-on leaking all over the
place, no sweaty palms on the steering wheel driving home,
satisfied. I remember thinking this is good. I wanted to do
more of this.
Saturday night we double dated, going to a dance. We had a great
time dancing till we could hardly stand. The live music provided
by a local band, was good. To us, back then it was great. The
band would play early rock and roll stuff, bluesey stuff like
"Night Train," belly rubbin' stuff like "Star Dust" and "Moon
River" but they also played stuff for older folks that everyone
dance too like polkas and waltzes. This was a country VFW with
good Saturday night entertainment. The significant thing about
that night was it was the night after we had made love. We were
more snuggly, more relaxed with each other, we shared some
private thoughts, a secret. We didn't have to time to do more
than some heavy duty necking in front of her house that night but
we were still overwhelmed by our first time, the night before.
Shirley said she was still very tender down there. I offered to
kiss it and make it better, but she said her mom was probably
checking on us.
End of Chapter Two
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