Message-ID: <38418asstr$1032729006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020922185810.53693.qmail@web13103.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creamy Couple <cream1942@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 11:58:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Discovery 2of5 (mf teen 1st creamy sex) X-Original-Subject: Discovery 2of5 (bg teen 1st creamy sex) Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 17:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38418> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman 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 --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? 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