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Summer Days In The Fifties 
by Lucky Cal (address withheld)

***

Growing up in the fifties, Cal found he had no trouble 
getting sex. (MF-teens, youths, inc, rom)

***

"Yes," I shouted, as it was May 20 and school was out 
until the day following Labor Day next September. The 
days would be enjoyed trying to earn a few dollars 
working on the local farms, or when the fruit was ripe, 
picking peaches and apples. Anything to make a buck and 
as a boy, a few dollars in the mid-fifties gave a 
teenager lots of freedom.

The small village where I lived had farms surrounding 
it and two orchards within a couple miles. So work was 
available for me to earn spending money.

My sister and I lived with our mother in a house in the 
village and mom had a farm, but we didn't live on it 
since a couple years after my father passed away. 
However, all the homes in the village, just as we did, 
had a half area plot in the back to raise a vegetable 
garden and that was my 4-H project.

In spring and early summer I would tend to my 
strawberry plants and the four rows would provide 
sufficient berries for mom to make great strawberry 
shortcake or pie. This left enough for me to sell and 
provide me a good income.

Most of the money I earned helped mom survive on her 
pension from the government for my sister and I and the 
widow pension she received from the death of my father 
who was disabled from WWI.

One thing we did all year long as kids, was to play 
hide-go-seek and we'd pair up with a girl. Most of the 
time I was with Marge, but also with Kate, Linda, Etta, 
but I was never lucky enough to be with Shirley. She 
laid claim to two guys and if Dean wasn't available, 
she took Jim.

I had listened to Dean tell how he played stink finger 
with Shirley and she'd jack him off. Marge was my age 
and we had played house when we were younger and 
eventually ended up holding hands. Then one night after 
hearing Dean, tell about playing stink-finger with 
Shirley and he described it for me. Dean was three 
years older than I was so I knew he was "experienced" 
when it came to SEX.

*****

The summer during my thirteenth year, I was able to not 
only crop a feel of Marge breasts, I was allowed to 
push her top up and see her bra. One evening we weren't 
playing any games, but Marge and I were alone at the 
barn at the back of the small plot of land where I 
lived. We went inside and climbed the ladder to where 
some hay bails were stacked that belonged to Marge's 
father, as he rented the space from my mother.

During one afternoon about a week before, I had climbed 
up into the loft and rearranged the bales so they 
provided me a hideout. I had placed one bale so it 
could be moved and I could climb into my private 
domain. I'd taken an old home made quilt that was in 
the garden shed and placed it on the bales of my 
personal hideout.

Showing Marge where my place was, we got inside and as 
I had stacked the bales to the rafters so it looked 
like the whole end of the loft was full of hay. Instead 
I had a space about 10 by 20 feet to myself. The barn 
had gaps in the vertical boards that were old and 
weathered, so it allowed air to circulate through my 
space.

Once Marge and I were on the quilt, she acted funny 
when I started to push her top up. She didn't stop me 
entirely, but seemed to hold her arms so I couldn't 
slide her blouse up. Finally I unbuttoned the blouse 
and as I did, I believed I was headed for heaven. Marge 
did not have her bra on and at first only allowed me to 
see in-between her breasts and across the tops.

How I decided to kiss her I still don't recall, but in 
a moment I was kissing my first girl and I remember 
thinking, gee, I'm only 13 years old and kissing a 
girl. My hand started to feel her breasts and within a 
couple of minutes, Marge was no longer holding her 
blouse to her breasts. Thinking back, I realize her 
breasts were likely a size 30-A or 32-A, if either of 
those sizes and her bra was not like the ones she got 
when she was older.

How I decided to kiss and suck her nipple I don't 
recall but likely I heard about doing such a thing from 
the other guys. I had a book that my cousin gave me 
that had a story that some girls liked their tits 
sucked.

Within a few more minutes, I had Marge's blouse off and 
then I commenced rubbing between her legs for the first 
time. Marge was wearing a pair of Levis and I 
unfastened the button at the waist and then pulled down 
the zipper.

Never in my wildest imagination did I think that Marge 
would push her hips up as I asked, "Let me take your 
pants down so I can reach inside your panties."

Marge, allowed me to not only take down her pants, but 
her panties as well. There was no resistance on Marge's 
part and I guess when I asked if I could pull her pants 
down she thought I was including her panties and she 
helped me slip them down with her Levis.

The light in the loft came from a door opening at the 
top of the barn and from between the siding. In the 
darkness of the barn, I was looking at her 13 year old 
nude body and I saw hair on her pussy, or so I 
believed. Then I listened as Marge whispered to me, 
"Are you taking yours off, also?"

My body was nude in a moment's time and now the two of 
us were kissing and touching the other. When I slipped 
my fingers in her pussy I thought it hot and very wet - 
I was finger-fucking my first girl. In only a minute at 
most, I unleashed my first cum and when it shot from my 
bone I thought I would pass out.

Marge was holding my bone in her hand when I shot off 
and she whispered, "Don't let it on my "wegee", Marge 
told me. I assumed she meant her pussy and when I asked 
if she did, she told me I was dumb and called it her 
"wegee" as pussy was a gross name. My very first cum 
landed on Marge and some was on her breasts but the 
most was really on her small thatch of hair and her 
wegee.

Perhaps another ten minutes passed between us and we 
not only discussed about touching each other, Marge 
asked me if I had done this with one of the other 
girls.

Replying to her inquiry, I told her, "I hate to say 
this, but wish I cold say yes, but now I'm glad it was 
you and you're my first, how about you?" "Do you 
remember when we were little and held hands," I added 
to my question.

"Yes and Cal, can anyone see us like this, I don't want 
anyone to see us with nothing on?"

"No and we can look out through the cracks to see 
anyone coming from three sides of the building."

Once more we were touching and kissing and I loved 
sucking her nipples, but I believe she enjoyed it more 
than I did. How or why I decided to lie on top of Marge 
I don't know, but once I was on top, she opened her 
legs wide.

I felt my cock touching her wegee and then it seemed to 
simply slide up inside her. Nothing stopped my bone, 
which I guess was about five inches long and not thick, 
but also not skinny.

I made a few moves and shoved so I could feel how deep 
my bone would go in her body. "Cal that hurts, pull it 
out - ohhhh, Cal it hurts... aughhhh noooo, oh noooo! 
Stop, you'll get me pregnant!"

Marge pushed her hands down between us and made me pull 
my bone from inside her wegee and as I did, she started 
crying in a soft sobbing voice. I listened as she 
chastised me, "You took my virginity, why Cal?"

"I didn't mean to - I just wanted to feel what you felt 
like up inside your wegee - didn't you like feeling 
mine in yours?"

"Yes and no, but you hurt me when you pushed in me," 
then Marge was crying once more and again told me, "You 
got my virginity and I'm only thirteen, why Cal - why 
did you do me?"

For another twenty or thirty minutes we lay on the 
quilt and then I was once more on her and I still 
recall Marge telling me, "Get it back in me - you 
already ruined me, we might just as well find out what 
it is like to go all the way - if you want to?"

This time when we coupled in love, I worked my bone in 
and out of her wegee and finally I heard Marge whisper 
to me, "Cal do it faster - yes like that, faster... oh 
Cal... aughhhh." I shot off as I guess Marge did at the 
same time. I had just had my first fuck and I was only 
thirteen.

*****

For the next few days nothing happened and one night we 
were playing hide-go-seek and Marge asked me if we 
could hide in my secret place. In less than five 
minutes I watched Marge slip off her top and shorts and 
then her panties.

"You can do it again if you want - do you Cal, like the 
last time?"

The first time last a minute or two, but the second 
time was at least six or seven minutes of love making. 
Twice more that night we hide in the hideout and each 
time we had sex.

*****

One afternoon, I was riding my bike and it was after I 
had sex with Marge a few days before. I saw Etta 
walking down the lane that was on the far end of the 
village and when I asked her where she was going.

Etta told me, "Just for a walk, I was bored and I like 
to go down in the woods and swing on the grape vines 
and set by that small stream at the bottom of the 
valley."

"Do you mean in the woods out past the old church 
building?"

"Yep, do you go down there?"

"Sure, I found it one day when I was hunting for nuts 
on those walnut trees on the far side of the valley."

"Hope on and I will give you a ride and you can sit on 
the frame bars." Etta placed her hips on the middle bar 
of the bike, with her feet pointed out to my right.

As we rode we joked and spoke about nothing important, 
but I soon had my left hand touching her leg every so 
often. Etta looked at me, but didn't tell me to remove 
my hand.
The cute girl had told my sister that she liked me and 
wanted me to be the first boy to kiss her. These were 
the days of innocence, but were they; as I was always 
have sex of some sort all through the 50's.

Etta was two years younger than I and my twin sister, 
so she would have been eleven. Later on she and I were 
together when I was a senior in high school and she was 
sophomore and we parked one night after I took her home 
from a school function.

In the back seat of the car, we had sex and she had 
told me that no one else had sex with her but me up 
until that time. Jim had told he was able to feel her 
up a few times, but she never let him reach in her 
blouse or panties. 

When we reached where we need to reach where the grape 
vines were I had to push my bike down the hill. We took 
turns swinging on the vines and we then pushed my bike 
down to the small stream. There was a nice pool that we 
boys sometimes waded in and there was a large clump of 
brush that one could lay behind and not be seen.

For several minutes Etta and I sat and talked and I 
asked her if she still wanted me to kiss her like she 
had told my sister she wanted. At first Etta denied 
saying that to my sister, but finally said she had told 
my sister that she wanted me to be the first boy to 
kiss her.

I reached out and took Etta's hand in mine and pulled 
her down onto the ground next to me. In a minute I was 
kissing the 11 year old girl and she tried to pull away 
when I used my tongue to open her mouth. "Cal, I don't 
want to get pregnant, so I can't kiss you like that."

"You can't get pregnant from kissing, who told you 
that?"

"My mom, she said kissing like that will get a girl 
pregnant."

I said, "Your mother tells you French kissing could led 
to other things and the other thing was sex and then a 
girl could become pregnant." Etta seemed to accept that 
and finally we were French kissing.

After a while I was rubbing her chest but she had no 
breasts. When I unfastened her blouse, she was flat, 
but had nipples that seemed to be starting to grow. I 
kissed them and when I sucked on them, Etta giggled.

It took nearly an hour before I could convince Etta to 
undress under the idea of wadding in the water. Once 
she was nude, Etta seemed to know what might happen as 
we played in the water.

"Are you going to do me and we will have sex," Etta 
asked me as I playfully touch her while we walked in 
the cool small stream?"

For ten or fifteen minutes, we played in the water and 
even sat in it and I held her hand and kissed her. We 
got out of the water and I said, "Etta, we best sit 
here on the ground and dry off."

Once again I was rubbing her small bumps of nipples and 
moved my hand between her legs, she told me, "Cal, I 
don't want touched there."

"Why not, I want to feel what it is like - let me for 
just a minute and then I will stop, I promise," I told 
her in my 13 year old way.

While I was running my finger around on her pussy, she 
asked me, "Does it bother you I don't hair," then she 
stopped speaking for a moment and the finished by 
saying, "Kenny don't want to touch me because he said I 
was too young and didn't have hair."
"Kenny is crazy, I like touching your pussy without any 
hair." 

Etta's comment about Ken made me wonder if she was 
telling me the truth about my being the first boy to 
kiss and touch her, but my hormones and the resulting 
erection killed any thought about Ken immediately.

Then to my surprise, Etta reached out and put her 
fingers in the small circle of hair that grew around 
the top of my bone. Her hand tightened around my 
erection and she began jacking me off. I didn't want to 
cum that way, so I commenced kissing Etta and lay her 
on the ground.

Without saying anything I got on top of her and used my 
hand to place my bone at the small lips of her pussy. 
It took a long time to work just the end in and I felt 
the crown around the end of my bone enter her.

"No more Cal, you're hurting me... stop before I, 
ayieeee, Cal it hurts, it hurts so much - aughhhh 
nooooo, stopppp oh please, stop, AUGHHHH!"

On her last sound, Etta screamed and I knew I had 
gotten her cherry - my second cherry and it was a proud 
feeling I had from knowing I had done two virgins.

After I'd gone-off and pulled my blood covered cock 
from the tiny pussy between Etta's legs, I watched and 
listened as she started crying. "WHY DID YOU DO IT TO 
ME," Etta was saying and telling me she didn't mean to 
have sex.

"Look at me, I'm bleeding and that's because I'm no 
longer a virgin." It took me an hour or more to get 
Etta to understand if I hadn't been the lucky guy to 
do, her, Ken likely would have.

"I don't let the others touch me, so Ken will never 
now, after I found out how much it hurts," Etta told 
me.

We went back home and just before we got where anyone 
could see us, Etta told me, "You best let me off the 
bike and let me walk on alone, but would you kiss me 
first?"

A couple of days later I saw Etta again as I was hoeing 
the garden when she came down the alley behind the 
barns. Etta walked over to where I was and asked if I 
loved her and as she spoke, handed me a love note she 
had wrote me.

Later in my room I read what she had written and she 
had drawn hearts on the paper with our initials in 
them. Etta had written all about she and I having sex 
and what it had felt like. The closing paragraph Etta 
wrote something to the effect that she wasn't so sore 
now and maybe we could meet.

It has been so long ago that I can't remember what was 
in the note exactly, but I recall she said she no 
longer hurt where we put our love things together or 
something to that effect. Can we love each other again, 
maybe when we play hide-go-seek tomorrow tonight?

It was enough to let me know she was ready for sex once 
again and so was I with her. Knowing that Saturday 
nights were one of our favorite nights to play games 
and feel up a girl, I felt very lucky.

*****

Saturday evening, we had a neighborhood winner roast at 
Marge's house and several adults had joined in and 
nearly 50 people attended the winner roast.

First I was with Marge but she did not want to do 
anything, but I saw her later head off with Dean and 
walking toward the small grove of trees behind the 
large beef cattle barn.

Etta and I walked to my hiding place in the barn behind 
our house and she and I were undressed in less than 
five minutes. This time she liked the sex but 
complained it hurt at first but was okay.

I went off in her twice and she hugged me around the 
neck and said she loved me a lot. I wondered why she 
hugged me so tightly, but determined later in life she 
might had had a climax.

By the time summer was nearly over, Marge and I had sex 
a lot, then one day she told me she had started her 
periods and would need to be really careful now when we 
did anything as she could get pregnant.

*****

Every year it seemed that once school started, our 
games seemed to stop and I still don't recall why.

Anyway, the next person I ended up with was my sister 
Clara and that was a funny thing. I was going to take a 
bath and my sister wanted to know if she could watch 
me. Our mom had gone with some other women to a meeting 
or some thing about the church.

I was in the bathtub when my sister entered the 
bathroom and she walked to where she was standing at 
the end of the tub facing me. I knew from some of the 
guys, she would not let them touch her, except on the 
outside of her clothes, on her breasts.

"Stand up Cal, so I can see what "one" looks like."

Hearing her and having her in the bathroom had gotten 
me hard and my bone was sticking out and up. My sister 
looked at me for a long time, so I asked if she wanted 
to touch me. Shaking her head no, I was in disbelief as 
her hand reached out and gripped my bone.

"Oh, that feels good Clara, let me see yours now you've 
seen mine."

My sister didn't speak, but she was wearing a dress and 
she unfastened it from where on her body I don't 
remember, but she let it slide from her body and then 
she was standing in her white bra and panty. "Let me 
see all of you, please sis?"

Before me was my sister in the nude and I thought she 
had so much hair on her pussy, from what Marge had and 
Etta none.

"Come here," I think I said to my sister and she 
watched me get out of the tub and move to where she was 
standing.

When I touched her breasts she didn't say anything and 
I reached down and touched the hair between her legs, 
she looked at me and asked, "Are we going to do it and 
where?"

I put a towel on the floor and she seemed to know she 
was to lie on it. As she did, I lay on her and to my 
surprise she had taken my bone in her hand. Evidently 
it was only to hold as she made no move to put it at 
the entrance of her pussy.

Taking my bone in my own hand, I lined it up with her 
pussy and moved it up and down her pussy and it had 
lots of hair around the hole and I shoved it in a 
little at a time. I did not take any time to work it in 
slowly a little at a time. then I was almost all the 
way in so I just shoved it in her in one move.

"No Cal, you must take it out. You're hurting me... No, 
take it out or I'll tell mom."

Once I had my bone out of her pussy, I watched as she 
stood up and I saw the blood start easing from her 
pussy. There was a small stream running down her legs 
and she walked over and sat on the toilet and told me 
to get out of the bathroom.

That was the only time I ever did it with my sister for 
a long time, until one day we went swimming on the 
farm. I'm not sure if popping her cherry and being made 
to pull out right away counts in doing sex.

One thing I discovered from having plucked cherries 
from three girls was simple; they all blamed me for 
doing then and their no longer being a virgin. Why, I 
questioned myself, was it my fault, as they opened 
their legs and helped me undress them or they took off 
their clothes alone?

*****

During the winter and early spring from my December 
birthday, my sex was limited to Marge and to this day I 
don't know how we kept from her becoming pregnant. I 
never used a condom with her and I always shot of my 
cum in her wegee.

After turning fourteen and she likewise, one day some 
time after New Year's in 1952, it would have been I 
think in January and Marge and I had to take down all 
my work on my hideout, as she told me her dad was going 
to move the hay from our small barn to the large barn 
at their farm on the edge of the village. They actually 
lived in the last house in the village going south.

We spent the most of an afternoon doing the work of 
pulling the bales down, which wasn't that difficult as 
it was simply rolling them down and putting them in 
place. After we were done, we undressed and had sex for 
nearly two hours. My mother and sister were gone and 
her family had went somewhere, so we enjoyed being in 
the barn for two hours of sex.

I remember this day yet, as I got my first blow job, if 
it could be called that. My older brother had been home 
with his wife and he was joking with me about sex and 
asked if I had gotten "blowed" yet?

He finally informed me about blow jobs and that day in 
the barn I finally got Marge to at least try. I lied 
and told her a couple of the other girls had done me 
that way.

When she first placed her lips on the end of my bone to 
kiss it, Marge did not want to open her mouth. I 
pleaded with her to do it just once and I would never 
ask her to do it again. When she opened her mouth and 
took my bone inside, that was all she did.

"Marge, move your mouth up and down on me and close 
your lips so it feels good." That day and perhaps the 
excitement of my first blow job, which did feel 
wonderful, caused my teen lover to hate me and wouldn't 
speak to me for three or four weeks. In my lack of 
knowledge and with the wildest sensations of my young 
life, the flipping and licking on my bone was better 
than fucking, or I thought so at the time.

While Marge mover her lips up and back down over my 
bone, it caused me to shot off. I thought at the time I 
got blowed it was the largest load of cum I ever shot 
off and it was in Marge's mouth. I grabbed her head 
when the excitement of cumming hit me and jammed my 
bone deep in her mouth as I shot off.

There was no doubt that Marge was mad, as she cussed 
for the first time in her life. "You son of a bitch, 
you're an asshole, Cal, I will never speak to you 
again," Marge later told me after she's gagged and 
nearly vomited, but couldn't spit out my stuff.

The action of shooting my cum in her throat and jamming 
my bone down it at the same time caused her to swallow 
my cum and when she got her mouth off my squirting 
bone, the next two or three shots of cum landed on her 
face, in her hair and even some on her tits, which by 
now were a nice B-cup 34's.

*****

One day and if I recall correctly, it must have been 
about two weeks before our final test for the ninth 
grade school year, my buddy Don told me that he and 
Kate were messing around in the barn at her place and 
it was almost directly across from where Marge lived. 
Don told me that she let him feel between her legs and 
had even let her Levis down so he could feel her 
panties.

"Did you feel her pussy inside her pants," I asked him 
and he said he hadn't but Kate held his cock between 
her legs?

Kate was a year younger than I was and so guess she was 
13 years old at the time. The thing I recall about 
Kate, she was a brain and ended up obtaining her PhD 
after being married and divorced. The past years when 
we played our games, even if it was softball in the 
large pasture fields, I recall Kate was kind of a stick 
figure, even in shorts she didn't impress me.

After herring Don tell me about messing around with 
Kate, I looked at her differently after that. Then one 
day she had worn a sweater and skirt to school, with 
her black and white saddle oxfords, which I think were 
the only shoes girls wore in those days. For whatever 
the reason, the normal seats we always sat in on the 
school bus were taken and I ended up having Kate ask if 
she could sit with me.

When she sat next to me for the more than a dozen miles 
of start and start dropping off of kids, I checked her 
out. Her sweater was sticking out really nice and it 
was tight. Her legs were nice, though slender and I saw 
where she evidently had nicked her leg with the razor 
while shaving her legs. Joking, I asked if she had cut 
her pretty leg while shaving. and Kate laughed at my 
comments and said that was what happened.

Why I said what I did to her I still don't understand 
but I asked, "Would you like me to kiss it and make it 
well?"

When Kate told me, "Yes," I pretended to have dropped 
something on the floor of the bus and leaned over and 
kissed it very quickly.

Kate looked at me and smiled and then reached over and 
took my hand in hers and held it between us so the 
other kids could not see us holding hands. I could feel 
my hand against her leg and it seemed to feel really 
warm. Just before we got off the bus, Kate asked me to 
meet her in her parents barn around seven-thirty.

That evening I walked up the alley to meet Kate and 
entered the barn through the place where a board was 
off, instead of through the doors that faced their 
house. "Psst," I heard sounded out, as Kate let me know 
where she was in the dark barn. I guess she didn't want 
anyone to possibly hear her or know we were together.

I saw Kate was still wearing her skirt and sweater and 
we may have said something to each other but I can't 
remember. What I do recall was we were holding hands 
and kissing. When I placed my hand on her right breast, 
she giggled as we were kissing and I now realize it was 
likely a nervous giggle from having her breasts felt 
for the first time.

I remember tell her we should go to my barn, as I still 
had the quilt spread out on the floor of my private 
domain and had taken some old lumber and made a trap 
door so no one could get up in the loft.

We walked to my barn and climbed up the loft and as 
Kate went up first, I could see up her skirt and saw 
she had black or blue panties on. They turned out to be 
blue and I think we may have been lying on the quilt 
for five minutes when I confirmed the color of her 
panties.

We were kissing and I pushed her sweater up over her 
breasts and pushed her bra up over them as well. I 
kissed and sucked them almost immediately and Kate 
pushed me away for a minute and said something to the 
effect that was the first time she had ever been kissed 
or let a boy see and touch her breasts. Then she asked 
me if I loved her?

Knowing girls have to be in love to let you play around 
in those days of the fifties, I told her, "Yeah, I love 
you Kate."

When I reached down and touched he leg, I recall that I 
didn't really feel hers up as I had done with the other 
girls. My hand went to her panties, like Don said he 
had done. When she didn't object, I slid my finger in 
the leg hole of her panties and found her pussy.

I'll never forget how my finger went up her pussy and 
her hips bumped toward me and kind of up and Kate 
moaned out, "Ump, ummmm, ump," and her pussy suddenly 
felt like she had peed.

Except it was from inside her pussy and it felt slick 
like my cum. Kate had grabbed my one hand and pulled it 
to her breast and had crossed her legs so my hand was 
captured between her legs and my finger stayed in her 
pussy.

We played for a few more minutes and then Kate said she 
needed to go in the house, but she would take a walk 
with me tomorrow, if I wanted and maybe we could kiss 
some more.

That night in bed I jacked off to Kate and wondered if 
she would let me do her tomorrow?

The next day, around ten in the morning, Kate and I 
rode our bikes to a place where we both knew and pushed 
our bikes with us to hide them from the road in a grove 
of pines that had been planted by the CCC Boys, or so 
my dad had claimed.

We lay down and started kissing. When I asked Kate, 
"How about we undress and play with each other," I 
watched as she undressed. Here breasts were pretty and 
smaller from the other's I'd seen and played with.

Kate had a lot of hair on her pussy, I mean a lot and 
it was thick and grew all the way down her pussy. I 
remember looking at her legs and thought they seem 
slender from those of the other girls and wondered if 
that was why she seemed to always wear long skirts of 
Levis?

For a few minutes I fingered her and hoped she would 
get excited like she had yesterday evening. I asked her 
if she would get like that and she told me that about 
having a climax and it was her first one and had 
surprised her.

When I had played with her for maybe ten minutes and we 
had been kissing the total time, I pushed her so she 
was on her back and then moved up over her. Kate looked 
up at me and said, "I can't do you know what."

Yet I guided my bone to her pussy. I loved feeling all 
the hair that grew around above her pussy and like 
feeling it against my hand. I didn't find her small 
pussy entrance right away because the hair kept getting 
in my way.

Finally I had it in the right place and once more Kate 
asked me, "I can't let you do it to me, you won't will 
you?"

I did and she screamed out when I took her cherry. In 
fact I was afraid someone would hear her crying out and 
she said something like, "Stop, you're hurting me, you 
promised you wouldn't do it, stopppp oh stop, IT HURTS 
NO MORE, TAKE IT OUT OF ME, NOOOO!"

On the last NOOOO, Kate was no longer a virgin.

Kate was pounding my back with her fist and pleading 
like for me to stop as it hurt. Yet I felt her hips 
moving up and down with me as I shoved my bone back and 
forth in her pussy. When I shot my load, Kate sobbed 
out, "Don't do it in me, I might get pregnant."

From then until school was out, Kate and I continued 
getting it on with each other.

*****

During this time, Marge was still mad at me and 
wouldn't get with me no matter what I said. She was 
really miffed over my cumming in her mouth and making 
her swallows my juice.

One day I was trying to persuade her to meet with me 
and she told me, "No way, you're an asshole and you 
made me a cock-sucker and then she started to cry. That 
comment still makes me laugh, but I guess Marge had 
heard the name from her friends, the other girls in the 
group and hated me for making her the only cock-sucker 
in the village.

Finally school was out and last summer was starting to 
repeat itself and before I knew it, my strawberries 
were ready to be picked, only this year I had planted 
six rows and I made nearly fifty dollars profit on the 
crop, not counting the several baskets we ate 
ourselves.

Toward the end of June, I had ridden my bike to see if 
Marge's dad needs any help. He told me they would be 
bailing hay in about two weeks, so he would have me 
help with that.

Marge must have finally been horny enough to want to 
mess around and she asked me if I wanted to take a bike 
ride. Off we went and we rode up the hill to the lane 
leading back into the fields where we'd be making hay 
in two weeks.

The road was compact and with traffic from the tractors 
and the flat bed truck, Marge's father used to haul 
things on to farm with, we could ride our bikes side by 
side.

Marge and I rode to the far of end of the road and it 
stayed mainly along the fence row, until it ended at 
the woods at the end of her father's farm.

We leaned our bikes against the trees and walked into 
the woods until we ended up where the land slopped down 
to a small valley before starting up the other side. 
There was a spring running out from the side of the 
hill and Marge's father had made a small catch basin 
out of stones and concrete to collect the water. It was 
used to water the short horn cattle he raised when he 
pastured them in the fields after the second cutting of 
hay.

The spring had been fixed so a pipe was pushed back in 
the hill and the water from the spring ran from it into 
the catch basin. There was a tin cup there to drink 
with and Marge and I had a drink of the cool water. I 
saw Marge looking at me and then she asked if I liked 
what she had done the night she got mad at me?

"Heck yes I liked it. Who wouldn't? It makes a guy 
really like the girl." Then I told Marge, "I'm sorry I 
didn't tell you I was going to cum, but it was so 
sudden and your mouth really felt good."

"Do you think it is safe if we undress and mess around 
- and Cal, I will do it again if you want?"

I suggested we push our bikes up to the pine trees and 
we couldn't be seen in them and once we were part way 
into the pines, we both undressed.

That afternoon, Marge gave me two blow jobs and she 
swallowed my cum both times, except some leaked from 
her mouth around my bone. After the second one, Marge 
asked me, "Did it feel good, I thought about this since 
the last time and I shouldn't have been made at you."

There was one thing that I later found out about and 
that was how Marge seemed to have improved in her 
blowing me and I must admit in my youth ideals, had not 
considered she might have been practicing on some other 
boy. Before the summer was over I found out how she had 
improved and I was really pissed off by what I 
discovered about her sucking me so good and she wanted 
it again.

After the two blow jobs, I got hard from Marge playing 
with my bone, we had sex and as we did, Marge whispered 
to me, "You're fucking me; I'm fucking you and do you 
like fucking me, Cal something's happening... CAL! CAL! 
CAL! AUGHHHHHH!"

Marge had her first real climax with me when we fucked 
and after that time she seemed to always have a climax 
and would, I believe, say the same words when she got 
off. After that day, Marge almost always sucked me off 
first before we fucked,

Then one day I went up to see Marge and everyone was 
gone at her house, so I walked out to the barn for no 
real reason of any kind. I heard someone moving around 
up in the hay loft and as I listened I heard Marge.

When I climbed the stairs, I was surprised as there was 
Marge and she was sucking on Ken. I was pissed off, but 
stayed where I was and when they were done; I ducked my 
head down to listen to what they would say.

"Did you like that Ken, you're the only guy I've every 
done that with, so I hope it's always good for you." I 
heard Marge say, "It tasted funny when I swallowed your 
stuff the first time... Ken would you like to do the 
other thing; I want to see what that kind of sex is 
like when a boy does it to a girl."

"SHIT," I thought, the bitch is doing someone else. I 
went home and decided to get someone else.

*****

A family named Patterson moved into a home where an 
older woman, who was nearly eighty, had died a few 
months before that had lived there. I had always got a 
couple of dollars for mowing her lawn and hoeing her 
garden. The new couple had two children, a boy of ten, 
named Curtis and a girl Lavern who had recently turned 
thirteen.

One night when we played hide-go-seek, I hid with 
Lavern in my hideout and when I reached out to hold 
hands, she pulled hers away and told me, "I don't do 
such things, honest I don't Cal."

Although Lavern wouldn't let me hold her hand I moved 
my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, 
especially the boner in my pants.

There was no doubt Lavern knew what she was feeling 
against the middle of her thighs. At first she pushed 
away from me and then I felt her pressing her shorts 
covered pussy back against me.

The third time we hid together, she let me hold her 
hand and when I kissed her lips she turned her face 
sideways and I ended up kissing her check. Lavern 
started to cry and told her I was sorry.

The next thing that happened was a complete surprise, 
as Lavern moved so we were holding each other really 
close. Then she was telling me, "Cal, my parents makes 
me go to church with them and they constantly are 
telling me some boy will get me in trouble and I should 
never kiss or hold hands with a boy, or it would lead 
to other things."

We held each other close and I told her, "Lavern, we 
don't need to do sex, but kissing and touching are nice 
and I would like to kiss you and if you let me... 
you're so pretty and I want to touch your breasts... 
may I, just once?"

The response of Lavern was a complete surprise and she 
pressed my hand on the under side of her left breast. 
Not cupping it, but within a few minutes I had my hand 
squeezing on the firm feeling breast of the girl. It 
did not make sense to me, but I thought, she isn't 
wearing a bra and her mom allows that?

Slowly as I kissed her I moved my hand down and slid it 
up under the top which was on the outside of the waist 
band of her shorts.

"My gawd," I thought, she must have rocks for boobs, as 
they are so hard. The feeling of her pointed nipples 
was thick and hard. I moved Lavern so we were lying on 
the quilt. I pushed her top up and was soon sucking on 
her rock hard nipples and boobs, but her nipples were 
very short and thick.

When I reached between her legs, Lavern moaned out and 
asked me, "Cal, may I save that for the next time, I 
never even kissed before and I like you and what you're 
doing to my... my breasts, oh stop for now, please?"

Sunday morning, I went to Sunday school as it was 
something all of us kids did and after the service and 
leaving the before church service started. Lavern 
walked to where I was standing and asked me to meet her 
parents. I was embarrassed at the idea, but later was 
glad I agreed to her request.

"Cal, this is my parents Paul and Dorothy Patterson and 
this is Calvin Jenkins, everyone calls him Cal."

"Nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Patterson," I said with 
what I knew was a red face and was unable to say any 
more.

"Well, Cal, I understand you know how to mow the lawn 
where we live, do you think you'd like to continue 
doing so and weeding the garden as you have been?"

"Sure, that would be nice, Mr. Patterson," I replied.

Then Mrs. Patterson shocked me, "So you're the boy that 
Lavern has been pestering me to let her ride her bike 
with." "Calvin, I spoke with your mother before Sunday 
School and she thinks that would be nice for both of 
you."

"You spoke with my mom, I-I...?"

"Do you have a problem with me speaking with your 
mother, Mrs. Patterson asked me rather sternly?"

"No Mrs. Patterson."

"If you wish Calvin, stop by this afternoon, as I 
understand you wish to show Lavern some of the places 
around the area that's interesting, including an old 
strip mine, but you mustn't swim in its too dangerous."

Mrs. Patterson told me I could stop around two in the 
afternoon, as dinner would over and she, her husband 
and Curtis were going to visit her parents, but be 
certain you are back by five and if you get home before 
then, just sit on the front porch."

Promptly at two that afternoon I peddled my bike to see 
Lavern and her parents had already left. Lavern was 
wearing a pair of shorts and once again her top was 
hanging out of the waist band of her shorts. I had 
placed a rolled up towel on the luggage rack over the 
back finder of my bike and we took off for the road 
leading back to where Marge and I had ridden the day 
she gave me two blow jobs.

We stopped at the spring and each of us had a couple 
drinks of the cool spring water. Lavern wasn't certain 
it was safe, but after watching me drink the water, she 
did.

Pushing our bikes into the pines and I unfastened the 
towel and lay it on the ground. There was a small spot 
of grass part way into the trees and that is where we 
stopped. When Lavern first sit down on the towel and I 
on the grass, we talked and didn't even hold hands.

During this time, Lavern told me about how she 
explained to her mother that I was a religious boy and 
she had asked her mother to meet me on Sunday at church 
and judge for herself if she could ride her bike with 
me. "Cal, this is the very first time she's ever 
permitted me to stay home or be alone with a boy and we 
lived in town until now."

When Laverne reached over and took my hand in hers she 
smiled and asked if I thought she was pretty and did I 
like her? My reply was that she was really cute and I 
liked her a lot. To my surprise, Lavern turned and laid 
her head on my lap.

Reaching down, I took her hand in mine and I briefly 
recall we only made small talk, but what else I cannot 
remember. While holding hands, Lavern moved mine so it 
was covering her breasts. I became hard and I knew that 
my bone was pressing against the back of her neck as 
her head was resting on my upper thigh.

When I moved my hand under her blouse, I found that 
once again she did not have on a bra. "Does you mom let 
you go out without a bra on?"

"Yeah, she believes they are sinful and she also goes 
without a bra," Lavern informed me about her mother.

I told Lavern, "My mom makes my sister almost always 
wear a bra, although sometimes she doesn't."

"Calvin, may I call you that instead of your nickname 
Cal, would you think I was bad if we undressed, but I 
will need to leave my panties on... is that okay with 
you?"

Surprise was not how I recall hearing the sweet girl 
ask if I wanted to see her in the nude. I became so 
excited my cum shot off into my underwear for the very 
first time such a thing happened.

When I was undressed, I took off my underpants as they 
were soaked with my cum and Laverne noticed that I was 
still leaking stuff out of the end of my bone.

"What is that stuff, is that you boy stuff - semen, I 
think it's called, is that what it is Calvin and why is 
it like that and it is even in your hair down on 
your..."

Thinking I would perhaps score if I told her the truth, 
I replied something to the effect, "I became excited 
when you asked if we could undress and I got my nuts 
off, you know, I ejaculated."

"You got that excited in wanting to see me with only my 
panties on... if I... Calvin, would you like me to take 
my panties?"

"Oh, Lavern that would be great... will you do that for 
me?"

I watched in wonder as Lavern stood up and pulled her 
shorts down and then her top off. Lavern had a serious 
look on her face when she pulled off her white panties.

"Man Lavern, you look like a nude white nude angle that 
is like snow." Before me was a girl whose skin was so 
white it looked almost milk like. When the Patterson's 
moved in, someone had said the mother was of Castel 
ancestry.

My comment was meant to describe how beautiful and 
angelic Lavern was in my eyes and her extremely black 
hair set off her smooth and white skin. I looked at 
Lavern and her breast were exceedingly pointed and 
raised out from her chest and looked like the cones 
used at the soda counter at the drugstore in town, 
where you got a cola or soda.

Lavern's breasts were not large nor small, they just 
were how I saw them that day. I recollect her nipples 
were dainty and seemed the circle of light brown 
surrounding them covered at least half of her breasts 
buds.

Nothing could have prepared me for the hair on her 
pussy. There was a black like tuff that grew at the top 
of her crack and it was a curve of hair that pointed to 
one side like a wave in the ocean. I had never seen 
hair like that on a girl's pussy before.

I motioned for Lavern to move toward me and when she 
did, I don't remember why, but I kissed her tummy just 
above the inch wide curl of hair growing out of her 
body.

Lavern moaned out and then she reached down and hugged 
my neck and pulled face tight against her body. All of 
us guys had spoken about eating pussy, or licking a 
hairy snatch in the past.

What or why I did as I moved my face between her smooth 
and white skinned thighs, in the next few seconds I've 
often wondered about. As I helped Lavern lay down on 
the towel and once she had, I commenced kissing her 
tummy and then I pushed her legs open wide so I could 
look directly at her pussy.

I'll never forget seeing the hairless lips of her pussy 
and they were nearly flat and not puffy like the other 
girls I had enjoyed. Within moments I was kissing and 
licking Lavern's sex and there did not seem to have any 
taste or smell that I expected to find with my tongue 
or other senses.

My lips completely covered the lips of her sweet sex 
and being so close to a pussy with my eyes for the 
first time, I found the narrow lips opened to reveal a 
lovely pink interior and there were two very small lips 
inside. I used my fingers to pull the narrow lips wider 
apart and I saw a miniature like finger growing at the 
top of her slit.

This was my anatomy class of a girl's vagina and to 
this day is forever and even now fully engrained in my 
mind. I remember reading about a girl's clit and that 
is what I determined was the small finger thing, but 
later on I read the whole elongated piece of skin is 
called the prepuce. 

No sooner had I started the oral action on Lavern's 
pussy, than she sobbed out, "Oh my darling Calvin - 
something - it is so soft and wonderful - darling what 
are you doing to me? Uum... aughhhh, I feel like I'm 
floating, oh Calvin..."
I realized I'd just eaten my first snatch and the best 
thing was Lavern had assuredly gotten off. Immediately 
I crawled up over her body and met no resistance as 
Lavern opened her legs, further apart so I could make 
love to her. Lavern , whispered to me, "Calvin, you may 
nestle between legs as you like and do whatever you 
wish to me, my love."

That is exactly what I did and moved my bone to her 
pussy, she said, "Umh." Lavern spoke softly as my bone 
touched between her narrow opening and she was telling 
me over and over, "I love you Calvin, I'm yours."

Feeling the tuff of curl above her pussy and none down 
along her lips on her pussy, felt strange. Yet I put my 
cock at the edge of her little slit and it was smooth, 
but the lips on hers seemed nearly non-existent.

When my bone pressed apart the channel between her 
legs, I eased my erection in just a slight way and was 
unable to move forward any deeper. Pulling back, once 
more, I pressed my bone in her pussy in an attempt to 
gain entrance.

I was still unable to make complete penetration and for 
perhaps a dozen times I worked slow and easy in and out 
of Lavern's tiny hole. 

There was no doubt I was pushing against Lavern's 
virginity as I felt how she jerked her small hips away 
from my movement into her pussy. Finally I felt myself 
pressing into what I knew was the final thrust up her 
pussy until I would be buried completely inside her 
warm sex.

"Ughhh, ohhhhh, gee it hurts Calvin, it hurts but I 
love you..."

I understood that the final push had split her tender 
virginity apart and my bone had given me another 
cherry, only this one I felt was the one I wanted for 
the rest of my life. Young love did have a feeling that 
day and when Lavern cried out, "You're all the way in 
me, wait a minute, please darling hold still until I 
get over hurting."

"Calvin, don't get me pregnant... it hurts oh Calvin it 
really hurts but you can do it... ohhhh, noooo, gosh it 
hurts, aughhhhh, ohhhhh," Lavern cried out as I took 
her completely for her first time.

Having been sexually active for more than a year, I 
knew how to make it last when I moved in and out of the 
girl. Lavern continued to simply utter, "Aughhhhh," the 
total time I enjoyed feeling her slender legs move up 
on my back and she was the first girl to ever do that 
with me.

*****

For the rest of the summer, it was Lavern and I and her 
mother never questioned her or me about what we did. 
One Saturday I got a shock, as Lavern had said to come 
over around one in the afternoon and we could ride our 
bikes.

When I got to Lavern's I didn't knock on the door, as 
everyone in the village, simply walked in their 
neighbor's house and said something like, "Hello, it's 
Cal."

No one answered me and I walked into the living room 
and there before my eyes was Mrs. Patterson seated on 
the couch and she was naked. Not a stitch of clothes on 
her body and she was fixing her hair in rollers and 
Dorothy looked at me and started crying.

I was afraid of what might happen when she told my mom 
about my seeing her nude and knew that I'd never be 
able to see Lavern again. There before me was the same 
milk white skin and I noticed immediately that Mrs. 
Patterson's nipples and the skin around them covered 
more than half of Dorothy's breasts. They too were 
pointed, except they were much larger than her 
daughter's.

When I got to the couch where Dorothy was seated, she 
reached out and took my hand in hers. I apologized for 
not knocking before coming in the house. "I won't ever 
tell that I saw you nude, honest Mrs. Patterson."

I looked at her breasts and saw they were extremely 
large and thought they were as big as my head. The hair 
over her sex was thick and black and it spread from one 
side of her body to the other. She, for I assume my 
pleasure and hers, opened her legs and I could see so 
much hair between her legs that it did not appear she 
had a pussy.

"Calvin, I must trust you'll not to speak of finding me 
like this and I must go in the other room, but before I 
do, can I help you, are you looking for Lavern?"

"Yeah, we were going to hike or ride our bikes or 
something."

"She had to go with her father, but she will be back 
around three, so do you want to wait on her or come 
back?"

"Can I wait," as I hoped I could continue to see my 
first adult woman and I loved her large tits and a 
pussy that had more hair on it than I had on my head.

For the total time Mrs. Patterson continued rolling her 
hair, I sat down on the floor and noticed Dorothy did 
not close her legs, but seemed she actually opened them 
wider.

With a smile on her face, the milk white skinned woman 
looked me directly in my eyes and asked me, "See 
anything of interest, I guess all boys like to see a 
woman in the nude... have you ever seen your mother or 
a girl nude, Calvin?"

Knowing that was a loaded question, I replied, "No, 
never, you're the first female I have ever seen nude, 
honest Mrs. Patterson."

"Move forward Calvin and come closer and you must keep 
our secret, agree?"

What our secret was, other than my viewing her 
completely nude I didn't know. Then I found out, the 
woman took my right hand in hers and placed it on her 
left breasts and found I could not close my hand around 
the big tit. For a woman who is somewhat on the small 
side, how did she get such big tits, I asked myself?

"Like holding my tit, do you Calvin, you will never 
tell will you?"

"No, never," I said as I about choked in trying to 
respond as I felt her breast and it seemed to be very 
warm, or was it that my hand felt on fire from the 
excitement in holding Dorothy's extremely large breasts 
and they were nearly as firm as Lavern's.

When Mrs. Patterson took my left hand and placed it on 
her thick growth of hair between her legs and across 
her stomach, I simply moaned, "Ohhhh Mrs. Patterson! It 
feels like holding a bunny, it is so soft and I... 
aughhhh, Dorothy... Mrs. Patterson, can I put my finger 
in... to see what it feels like?"

Instead of answering me, the woman stood up and led me 
into her bedroom and unfastened my pants and pulled 
them down. I believe she was surprised to see I had 
perhaps six inches of a bone on me. "My, aren't we a 
proud one."

With no other words spoken, Mrs. Patterson pulled me on 
top of her and guided my erection to her hairy pussy 
and told me, "Just move it back and forth in me... 
ohhhh, you do fuck nicely."

When I shot my cum, she grabbed my hips so tight and 
dug her finger nails into my butt until I thought she 
would draw blood. In another five minutes we were once 
more doing the thing and when I went off the second 
time, Mrs. Patterson cried out, "Yes, give my your 
cream, oh no I can't be, I'm doing it with you."

Just as I was starting to cum and my girlfriend's 
mother was telling me to give her my cream, she bounced 
and used her hand to try and push me off her. I heard 
her shout out for what ever the reason, "NO, NOOOO! 
TAKE IT OUT! I'M NOT SAFE!  OH CALVIN, IT'S TOO LATE - 
YOU'RE DOING YOUR CREAM IN ME. I HOPE I DON'T 
BECOME..."

Hearing the older woman, I thought she was just happy 
and wasn't aware of why she said what she had shouted 
out about until a few months later.

Neither of us seemed to regret what occurred between us 
that Saturday afternoon, but, I did not get with her 
again. A few times during high school, I would find 
myself alone with Dorothy and would drop hints that 
perhaps she and I could enjoy something together, but 
she would also tell me, "Hush child, someone might hear 
you."

However, at the time I never related the two things, 
but everyone in the village was surprised when Mrs. 
Patterson delivered a baby. I checked the calendar and 
believe it was my baby she had, as the dates all fell 
into place. Once Mrs. Patterson came to visit my mother 
about the church revival and Daniel was about a year 
old, I thought he looked like me and I spoke without 
thinking, "Daniel looks like me, just like we could be 
brothers."

That Saturday afternoon I fell in love with the older 
woman, but she never allowed me to be with her. I 
realize now she must have told her husband about her 
and me. Mr. Patterson told me I could no longer now the 
lawn or hoe his garden. Also, I was not to visit Lavern 
ever again. During the month of August, I can't 
remember the date, Mr. Patterson was coming home from 
work and ran off the road in his new pickup truck and 
hit a tree and he was killed. 

It was in the month of July before the year of my 
graduation from high school and Mr. Patterson husband 
had been killed in the car wreck the year before, did 
Dorothy and I get it on once more. During that time she 
never dated anyone.

One evening, during the summer when I was seventeen, I 
was hired to drive Mrs. Patterson to her sister's place 
in Virginia. The trip would take two days to drive each 
direction and the first night we got a motel room, 
Dorothy asked if I minded sharing a room so she could 
say expenses.

When we were in the room, there was only one bed in the 
motel room and I knew I was about to have sex with my 
old girlfriend's mother once more. I lay stiff as a 
board, knowing if I made a move and it wasn't welcomed, 
I would be in deep trouble.

While I lay in bed with Dorothy, I thought of my 
girlfriend Grace and wondered if I could keep from 
telling her I cheated on her with an older woman. 
Knowing if I told the pretty girl about having sex with 
anyone else, it would be over between Grace and I, so I 
knew that when I returned home, I would not tell.

It was nice and dark in the room and felt Dorothy's 
hand rubbing my chest and then her female body against 
mine and she was nude. I knew what to expect. When 
Dorothy slid her hand down to my groin, she gripped my 
cock extremely hard and she got my erection ready for 
sex in a short time.

"Calvin, suck my breasts and do you go... go down on 
girls... and oh your mouth feels good on my breasts... 
my thing, you're licking my thing... oh Calvin, it 
feels so good."

The thick growth of hair was absolutely beyond belief 
and it was like laying my face on a fur pillow. To lick 
between her pussy lips, I had to hold the hair away 
from her opening. Dorothy went off hard and then 
whispered to me, "Make love to me, your big... you will 
never tell anyone about this will you... oh Calvin, 
your huge, be easy, Lover."

Dorothy and I had sex four times before going to sleep 
and once more when we awoke the next mooning. What she 
thought about my having dated her daughter and having 
sex with her I never knew. Once she told me that I was 
the only "man" to enjoy her body except her dead 
husband. Then she cried for over a half hour.

During the week long stay, we had sex several times and 
on the way home we stayed over two nights as she wanted 
to see Lovers' Leap in West Virginia.

That was when I first found out that a woman can make a 
man feel like a hero, as she told me she would marry me 
if I wished. That was an ego trip and a half and 
Dorothy told me I was a better lover than her dead 
husband.

"Calvin, you weren't having sex with Lavern, were you, 
if so I will kill you... she is my sweet innocent 
little girl." I listened as Dorothy told me about 
telling her husband that she had cheated on him with 
me. She confirmed my suspicions that he knew about she 
and I and that was why I lost both my job and 
girlfriend.

Thinking, "Yeah, she is sweet and innocent and still a 
virgin, but I had been fucking her, but I won't admit 
that to you." Knowing her religious convictions, I 
firmly believed that Dorothy would kill me.

After we returned home, there was no easy way that she 
and I could get it on and once my mother asked me, "Is 
any thing funny occurring between you and Mrs. 
Patterson?"

"Mom, she is an old woman, will not old but not young."

My mother looked at me as if she knew I was lying.

One day mom told me, "Dorothy, Mrs. Patterson, needs 
you to drive her to town so she can get file some 
papers concerning her three children, so you need to 
drive her... I think by now she would have gotten her 
driver's license - maybe you can mention that to her 
and you can teach her how to drive."

I did end up teaching her how to drive and this gave me 
lots of time alone with my older lover. One day after 
we had driven around for a while, we went to the farm 
my mom owned. The house and the buildings were empty as 
the last family to live there and farm had moved out. 
Pulling into the lane, I drove into the barn and in 
moments we were nude and laying on a blanket on the 
barn floor.

We spent two hours enjoying sex in the wildest times I 
ever had and when I had to pee, Dorothy watched me for 
a moment and then moved her head down and let some of 
the pee enter her mouth.

Once more I became excited and hard as a rock in 
knowing what the woman had just done with me. After we 
both had gone-off and we lay getting our breath back, I 
about flipped out as she told me, "Calvin do you 
remember the first time we had sex and I want you to 
know, I firmly believe that you are Daniel's father."

Then she told me, "My husband and I had not had sex 
during the time I could have gotten pregnant and he 
made me tell him who got me pregnant and once more I 
heard that was why he wouldn't let you come around... 
do you like knowing Daniel is your son?"

*****

One night shortly after turning sixteen, I was asked by 
Shirley if I could give her a lift home from the school 
band concert. My sister had her boyfriend take her home 
and I told her it would be great to give such a cute 
girl a ride and I asked jokingly, "I've always wanted 
to park on a dark road with you, is that okay tonight?"

"Calvin, you are crazy - I've never parked with a boy, 
never, where could we park?"

I knew things sounded good and I knew just the place to 
park and no one would know or see us. The moon was 
covered over by dark storm clouds and knew I might at 
least play stink-finger as Shirley let Dean do that to 
her.

I drove to mom's place and turned the car so we were 
able to see a little of moon and the stars through the 
rain clouds. Sometimes when I was out driving around, I 
would come here with my small but telescope and look at 
the stars.

Shirley sat with her back to the door of the car and 
curled her legs up under her. The skirt she was wearing 
was really full and was a plaid pattern that I joking 
asked it I could find my favorite square.

In a few minutes I moved across the car seat and 
reached out and took Shirley's hand in mine. When I 
pulled on her hand to my face and kissed it, Shirley 
looked at me and seemed to be asking her self what I 
was up to and what she should do. I kissed the top of 
her hand and then turned it over and kissed her palm.

I moved my tongue out of my mouth and being using the 
tip of my tongue to caress the soft skin on the 
underside of her hand. Slowly I licked her fingers, one 
at a time and as I was doing so, moved my other hand 
down on to her skirt covered legs.

When I slipped my hand under her skirt, I waited for 
some word to stop or feel her hand hold mine from 
reaching its goal, the panty covered fleece and what it 
protected. Using my hand holding hers, I pulled her 
toward me and commenced kissing Shirley's lips.

To my surprise, Shirley hugged me and her kiss was had 
against my lips. When I tried to French kiss her, she 
kept her mouth tightly shut and no matter how I tried 
it was impossible to move my tongue into her mouth.

During this time, my hand was feeling her thighs and 
Shirley didn't stop me and I loved feeling how 
exceptionally smooth her thighs seemed. When my hand 
reached the leg of her panties, I felt lace and it was 
like her panties were big or something. Later I found 
out they were like what is now called tap pants but had 
larger leg holes on them and were all lace.

My fingers moved under the leg of her panty and Shirley 
moved so her one leg was bent at the knee and the other 
so her foot was resting on the floor of the car. 
Recalling this now, I remember thinking at the time, 
she isn't afraid for me to touch her.

When I found her pussy, Shirley pulled her mouth from 
mine and asked me, "Find anything you like?" Hearing 
that from Shirley made me think that the other girls 
would ask nearly the same thing when I felt them up... 
did they compare notes about what and who they did 
things with?

Slowly I moved my finger through the hair over and 
around the opening of her sex and Shirley once more was 
kissing me hard. After a few minutes I asked her if we 
could undress and be able to touch each other. "Sure, 
but you must never tell any of the others we are doing 
this, you won't tell anyone will you Cal?"

"No way and I love your panties and want to see them."

We got out of the car to undress and placed our clothes 
on the front seat and then got in the back of the car. 
This was the first time I had ever seen a girl's butt 
and watching Shirley as she got in the car, I reached 
out and grab each hip in my hands and held her so she 
couldn't move.

Why I did the next thing was totally unexpected on my 
part, but I leaned over and kissed her right buttock. 
Then I kissed the left one and I heard Shirley say in 
what I recognized in my teenage brain was passion, "Oh 
Calvin, that's so sweet."

Moving into the car, Shirley simply lay on the seat and 
I knew I had to put something under her hips so I 
reached over to front seat and got my tee-shirt. I 
folder it in half and asked Shirley to move her hips 
upward so I could put the shirt under her.

Shirley moved her left leg down so her foot was resting 
on the floor and the other she pulled back so her right 
foot was on the car seat. When I lay on top of her, she 
asked me, "Do you have something to put on?" That 
seemed to tell me that this isn't the first time for 
Shirley to be doing this, or why ask if I had something 
to put on.

"No, but don't worry I won't get your pregnant." When I 
used my hand to position my cock to Shirley's pussy 
opening, I shoved in slowly and it took a couple of 
thrust to be all the way in her. After I made a couple 
of moves in and back out of her pussy, I felt her pussy 
seem to open up and she was moaning out funny sounds as 
we fucked.

When I heard her making sounds, she suddenly asked in 
almost a shout, "Do it harder Calvin, I'm going to!" 
Immediately Shirley moved her legs around my back and 
she was humping her hips up from the car seat. This was 
a new experience for me with a girl doing so much 
bumping with her butt.

Only Dorothy had ever moved like that with me, but even 
she didn't flip her butt up as hard and high as Shirley 
was doing. "Cal I feel it... now... harder and 
faster... augh yes!"

In just moments I poured out a load of cum that I 
believed was the most I had ever shot off. Five times I 
got off in her that first time we had sex. I felt like 
my body would never come back down to normal.

Shirley was holding me and to my surprise she started 
kissing me and slipped her tongue in my mouth. I'm 
still not certain she realized she was frenching me.

After we were done, we sat in the car and talked about 
how it felt for both of us and Shirley made me promise 
never to tell anyone she had done it with me. Perhaps 
twenty minutes had passed and once more we were 
enjoying the hard and fast fucking Shirley liked and 
was certainly not afraid to ask for.

When we got out of the car to dress, I told her I had 
to pee and commenced doing so where I was standing. 
Shirley reached over and held my cock in her hand as I 
peed. Once I was done, she squatted down to pee, I was 
curious and knelt down and watched as best.

I reached out and put my finger to where the pee was 
coming out. "Cal, it makes it hard to pee when you 
touch me," and I found out for the first time that when 
a girl pees, it comes out at the top of her pussy. I 
eased my finger in her pussy and felt all of my cummed 
in her, but she continued peeing a little at a time.

When we started to dress, I asked Shirley if I could 
have her panties and she told me that she couldn't as 
she would leak our stuff on her clothes. Driving the 
few miles to her home, she asked me, "How did you 
decided to be with me?"

Knowing I couldn't tell her that Dean had told me a 
couple years ago that he finger-fucked her, I lied. 
"You looked so sweet and cute in your blouse and skirt 
and I just thought how nice you must feel if I could 
only do it with you."

Shirley would never let me do her again but we had been 
out of school for a few years and I ran into her and we 
suggested we simply drive to the farm and talked. My 
love for Grace was strong and I never cheated on her. I 
was home from college one weekend and ran into her in 
the local town near the village where we lived.

After a few minutes she informed me that she and Dean 
were always fighting and I suggested she go some place 
and start over before she ended up in a worst 
situation. That was almost like a prophecy on my part 
before the day ended.

I drove out to my mom's place and the farm house or 
farm was still not being lived on. We parked and got 
out and walked and held hands as we did. I listened as 
she told me that Dean hardly ever wanted her any more 
and that he said she didn't look right with the marks 
from having carried their child.

During our visit, I listened as Shirley told me that 
she had gone through two affairs in the past year and 
that Dean had threatened to kill her if she ever 
cheated on him.

"Cal, be honest with me, but Dean told me he had told 
you about he and I messing around when we were kids, 
did he?"

For a few minutes I explained what he had said and that 
was all he ever told me and he never said you had sex. 
"Shirley, I knew I wasn't the first so I assumed Dean 
was the first guy lucky enough to be with you."

"Dean wasn't my first and Calvin, my mom's brother was 
my first and he started doing things with me when I was 
only seven or eight years old." I listened as Shirley 
told me, "But the night I let you do me, was the first 
boy I was ever with, I did let Dean play with me but he 
never had sex with me until the night we married." 
Shirley told how mad Dean had gotten when he went in me 
so easy and all that happened on her wedding night. 

When we parted that afternoon it was nearly six and two 
hours later, Shirley was in the hospital and being 
treated for gunshot wounds.

Later I found out Dean had shot Shirley because she was 
late getting home and I heard that she told him that 
she had sex with someone she didn't know and that the 
man had eaten her out. Later I found out she did it in 
hopes he would leave her and get a divorce. A news 
report in the local paper covering Dean's trial covered 
what had happened and why Shirley was shot.

*****

Lavern and I dated during high school, but she wanted 
to see others and this worked out perfect as I only 
wanted to date Grace by the time she and I fell in 
love.

Lavern became pregnant and she told me on our last date 
it wasn't mine.

"Tim is the father, so I guess this is the last time I 
will see you... I'm going to quite school next month, 
as mom says I will start showing."

*****

Before school started for my senior year, a family had 
moved into a new home they built on a couple of acres 
that had once been an old store and what else I don't 
know, but it was vacant when I was only a little boy.

The family was George and Wilma Hadley and they had two 
boys, Chuck, 6, Lawrence, a 10 year old and Grace, a 
lovely 15 year old blonde with a nice set of boobs, or 
so all of us guys thought. One day I was walking to the 
small store for some milk and she was just leaving the 
store. I spoke to her and we talked for about ten or so 
minutes and then we decided to meet that evening and 
take a ride.

After driving around for a while, I drove to my 
favorite place and as I pulled up in front of the old 
house, Grace asked me who lived in the house. I 
explained it was my mom's house but no one was living 
in it at present.

"Can we go in, it might be haunted, hee hee," Grace 
said and chucked at her comment.

I knew where the key was so we unlocked the door and 
when we got inside, I was surprised to find some 
furniture was still in the building. I flipped the 
light switch, but the electric was off. 

Grace led the way up the stairs and we saw a couple of 
beds in two of the bedrooms.

For a few minutes we just looked at each other and I 
was certain that Grace was about to say we needed to 
leave. Before she could speak, I took her in my arms 
and kissed her and as I did, moved so we were soon 
sitting on one of the beds.

When I lay back, Grace did not stop me from pulling her 
back on the bed with me. Instead of trying to feel her 
breasts, I let my hand move to her leg and as I felt 
Grace become tense. Once my hand was above her knees, I 
could feel a light growth of hair and I thought that 
was odd, as all the other girls had shaved their legs 
up to their pussies.

When I felt her panties, I eased my fingers up the leg-
hole of her panty and Grace grabbed my hand but did not 
pull it away.

I could feel her pussy hairs and they seemed thin, 
almost like she didn't have much at all. Easing my 
finger into her pussy, she cried out it was hurting and 
asked me, "Please stop it hurts."

"Have you ever been felt up before?"

"No, you're the first boy I have ever been out with and 
mom said she had met your mother and sister, so I could 
go for a ride with you."

"Let me take your panties off and it will be easy for 
me to touch you without it hurting you," and I knew 
that wasn't true but what the heck I thought, I want to 
feel her up and maybe she will let me fuck her.
After I pulled her panties down, Grace said not to pull 
them off both her legs, so I left her with her panties 
hanging on her right ankle. Once more I was feeling her 
up and she grabbed my wrist when I eased my finger once 
more in her gripping pussy.

That wasn't a successful day in feeling Grace's pussy, 
but she did not object when I pushed her skirt up over 
her legs and I could see her pussy. I was kissing her 
legs and she liked that and finally asked if she could 
pull her panty back up.

We sat on the bed for a moment and when I attempted to 
feel her breasts, Shirley said we should leave for a 
future time. Later that week we were playing hide-go-
seek and I was able to feel her pussy on the outside of 
her panties, but that was all.

The following weekend Grace and I went to the movies 
and after that drove to the farm and parked, but stayed 
in the car. Once more I was able to get her panties 
down and I unfastened my Levis and pulled them and my 
under shorts down below my knees.

I placed Grace's hand on my erection and I was really 
hard. At first Grace only held it lightly in her hand 
and the moment I had my finger on her pussy, she let go 
of my bone. "Hold me Grace, I liked your hand on my 
bone... open your legs sweetheart."

Once more I tried to push my finger up her pussy and I 
realized she was very small in her pussy and later in 
life I was to learn that some girl's cherry is thicker 
and more in the front of their pussy. Moving my finger 
just in the edge of her pussy and rubbing her clit at 
the same time, I soon listened as Grace uttered, "Oh 
Cal, what are you doing to me... oh my darling."

Grace climaxed and I found out later for her first 
time, she grabbed my cock and I thought she would break 
it into.

Telling the pretty girl I liked feeling her cum, Grace 
was confused and in my somewhat sexually educated 
brain, explained what had happened. I taught Grace how 
to jack-me-off and she was shocked as my cum shot out 
of my cock and it sprayed all over her legs and some 
landed on her skirt.

The following Saturday afternoon, we went on a picnic 
and I drove to the creek in back of the farm where we 
would picnic and hoped to swim. I hadn't mentioned to 
Grace that we could swim as I didn't want her to bring 
a bathing suit.

I had done this in the past with a couple of girls and 
it worked and we went skinny-dipping. The lane I drove 
on went to the fields on the back of the farm and there 
was a nice place to stop and swim or fish.

Taking the blanket from the truck of the car and I had 
a couple of bath towels in the trunk as well, I spread 
then out on the ground. Grace had fixed a picnic basket 
and made ham-salad sandwiches and potato salad and she 
had made a blackberry pie and it was delicious. I had 
brought along some pop and chips and we enjoyed the 
summertime meal.

After eating I was lying on the blanket and had rolled 
one of the towels up as best I could for a pillow. 
Grace was seated on the blanket next to me and wearing 
a pair of shorts and a slip over top. The legs of her 
shorts were big enough I could look up them and see her 
panties.

"Grace, I know a secret... but guess I best not tell it 
to you or you will become mad at me..."

"You best tell me or I will beat you up," the pretty 
teen told me and she kind of beat on me as if she was 
pounding the heck out of me. "Look, you big dummy, you 
better tell me or else..."

Before Grace could stop me, I pulled her down and lay 
on top of her and my body was between her legs and my 
hard-on pressing against her pussy. Resting on my 
elbows, I looked down at Grace and used my hands to 
hold hers on the blanket. I was rubbing my bone against 
her crotch and she was just looking up at me.

Evidently Grace knew what I was doing but she tried to 
change the facts by asking, "So what is your secret and 
when I get up I'm going to give you a bloody nose you 
big lug."

"Okay, here is the secret; you are wearing very pretty 
yellow panties."

"No I'm not... how do you know... when I get up I'm 
going to slap you," and I could see her face turn red 
as she first denied they were yellow and then know I 
had to have seen her undies.

I continued to dry-hump Grace and in a little while, 
felt her moving her hips up to me. Looking at her face, 
I told her, "My pretty little darling, don't be mad, 
but I would love to see you in nothing by your panties 
and see how beautiful you really are."

Her face got a strange look on it and then she asked 
me, "Let go of my arms, I want to hug you Cal, please 
Cal now."

I did as she asked and her arms reached up and hugged 
me and pulled me down on top of her. Then her hips were 
moving to meet me rubbing against her sex. Pressing my 
lips down to hers, I was soon kissing Grace and even 
frenching her.

"Ugh, ugh, ohhhh," I heard Grace utter behind our 
joined lips and her hips raided me up off the blanket.

When she was once more relaxed, her eyes remained 
closed and I knew she had just had an enjoyable and 
likely a very satisfying orgasm. For a few minutes we 
lay as were with my body over hers and her legs wrapped 
around mine.
"Cal, would you let me for a minuet, please?"

I rose up from her and standing beside her, let my hand 
extend to her and as she took my hand in hers, I helped 
her stand. For a moment, she looked at me and then 
asked, "What just happened to me?"

I explained what happened and also the tine when I did 
her with my finger.

Grace asked me, "That... that is what is called 
climaxing or coming isn't it darling?"

For another ten minutes we stood holding our bodies 
tight against the other, then I asked, "Sweetheart, 
would you like to swim, some of us go swimming here all 
the time and it's only waist deep during the summer?"

"I don't have a suit or I would, but will bring one the 
next time we come for a picnic."

"Heck, all of us always go skinny-dipping," I lied, but 
thought it was a safe lie.

"You mean the other girls and guys don't wear suits?"

"Yes, we only wear suits if we swim in Marge, father's 
pond, but all the adults are around there, but here we 
just jump in naked and no one pays attention to the 
other. During the times any of us had swam nude, we 
noticed each other and lots of grunts and groans could 
be heard in the surrounding brush or high grass.

Once I even swan here with my sister Clara and we ended 
up having sex and this was the only tine after I had 
got her cherry in the bathroom. That day Clara must 
have been more than ready and when she undressed, she 
asked me, "Calvin, are we going to do anything?"

I knew she had paired off with Ken once and Jim on two 
different occasions when a bunch of us went swimming in 
the nude. That day she even told me to do it hard and 
she pulled her legs up on my shoulders and I could 
really do her hard. She cried and sobbed as I did her 
and she told me it hurt but not to stop.

Hugging her in my arms, I once more asked, "Grace, I 
won't stare at you unless you tell me I may look at how 
pretty you are, even as much as I want to see you 
nude."

"Promise not to laugh or make fun of me... please 
promise me that and you will never-ever tell what I 
look like, please tell me that."

"Sweetheart, I will keep this a secret between us, 
honest, Grace."

We undressed and when I saw grace in her bra and 
panties, I could not believe how lovely she was. Her 
legs were perfectly shaped and I couldn't wait for her 
to remove her bra, as all of us guys had liked how her 
boobs were so great looking.

"Turn around until I get my bra and panties off, please 
Cal and promise not to laugh at me." In a moment, I 
heard Grace tell me, "Okay, I'm undressed."

When I turned around my bone was pointed in her 
directions, but in front of me was my new sweetheart. 
Grace was standing in front of me with her arms hanging 
at her sides. My eyes first looked at her pussy, then 
up to her breasts.

Then I understood why she had told me to promise not to 
laugh or tell the others about her being nude and her 
body. Her breasts were small, so I knew she wore 
falsies. Her tits were like those on some of the twelve 
year old girls I had messed around with or even done 
and I guess Etta came to mind. Instead of being upset, 
I walked over and took Grace in my arms and hugged her 
to me.

My erection was soon captured by her between her legs 
and I looked at her as I kissed her lips and then I 
broke the kiss and moved my lips down and kissed her 
nipples and all over her breasts.

"Wow, your tits... I'm sorry; your breasts are perfect, 
is that why you asked me not to laugh... your perfect." 
Once more I told Grace, "I love your breasts... I could 
eat them all up."

"You're silly, besides, you wouldn't have much to eat, 
but you're not just saying it to me are you, you truly 
believe they are lovely." Grace asked me in a soft and 
sweet voice?

Instead of replying in words, I moved my mouth to her 
diminutive round breasts with nipples that seemed to be 
overly large for the petite globes adorning her chest 
and pretended to eat them.

"Calvin Jenkins, you're silly but I really like you." I 
listened as Grace asked me, are you happy you took my 
virginity, what does a boy think of a girl who allows 
him to be her first and be honest?"

"Pretty girl, I can only speak for myself and I believe 
that it is so special and I would love to be your 
first... your so pretty and I can't believe how fine 
the hair on your pussy is, so soft and it is nice to 
see your sex."

Grace hugged me and in a moment we were laying on the 
blanket and my erections was touching her sex. Grace 
was a brave girl and I knew that when I took her 
cherry, she suffered through it without stopping me.

"My, oh gosh Cal, it hurts... be gentle... it hurts 
darling oh it hurts, aughhhh... nooooo, stop for a 
minute... eyiee... CALVIN STOP OH GOD STOP, IT 
HURTSSSSS, NOOOOO MORE, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMOREEEEE, 
AUGHHHHH!"
Then I was in her all the way and Grace lay under me 
and I saw the tears in her eyes and she sobbed out, "Oh 
Calvin, I love you, you're my boyfriend, aren't you, 
you did it to me... darling... oh Cal, my darling, I 
love you." 

I was totally fascinated with Grace's breasts that 
seemed to just be the size of one of my sister's large 
powder puffs and they were soft and I loved kissing and 
sucking her nipples over and over.

When I looked between her legs, Grace told me, "We 
should get in the creek and wash off, you look funny 
with my blood all over your... what do you call yours?"

"Bone, it is my bone, do you want to name it 
something?"

"Yes, I will call it my "Love Stick" and Calvin, will I 
become pregnant?"

That afternoon, Grace could only let me do her the one 
time as she had been so small in her pussy, that she 
was sore and certain she could ever stand to let me do 
her again.

The following week, her mother allowed her to go with 
me to a movie on Saturday night and after watching the 
double bill, we drove to the small drive-in and had a 
sandwich and soft drinks. On the way home, Grace asked 
if I was going to Sunday school the next day and I told 
her if I didn't mom would not let me have the car.

Sunday afternoon Grace and I went for a ride and she 
wanted to go back to the creek and when we arrived she 
looked at me and whispered, "I'm yours if you want me, 
not only today but the rest of my life.

That afternoon, I truly found love and during my years 
in college, if I dated, it was only to a fraternity 
functions if Grace could not come to whatever it was.

One Sunday after church, Grace and her mother walked 
from the church with me on the way home. When Grace's 
mother, Wilma asked me directly, "Calvin, I know you 
and my daughter are being initiate, but that isn't the 
reason for my question, I want to know if the two of 
you are planning on being married... are you?"

"When I finish school and I'm taking ROTC and I will be 
going into the Air Force once I graduate. Yes, it is my 
hope that Grace will marry me and I will be 
commissioned a Second Lieutenant when I finish college 
and want Grace and my mother to pin my rank on me."

"My daughter has told me that you two are getting 
married but I wanted to hear it from you." Then Mrs., 
Hadley asked me directly, "Cal, if I allow my daughter 
to come and attend the functions at the university that 
you invited her to and she is permitted to spend the 
night, can you keep it between the two of you so her 
reputation is not ruined?"

"Yes, it is a problem for me to drive her home after 
the dance or dinner we attend and she will be my wife 
and I want nothing to make her other than the perfect 
wife I know she will be."

*****

Grace and I were married the Saturday after I graduated 
from State and she and my mother pinned my gold bars on 
my shoulders.

We could only take a four day honeymoon, as I had to 
report for Air Force training. Life became a real dream 
for us, until 1963 and I ended up in Vietnam and for 12 
months and only letters was what our love survived on 
to keep our love in touch. During the following years, 
I pulled two more tours in Nan and as a pilot, I rose 
in rank and eventually became a full colonel before 
retiring.

We had three children, two girls and a boy and they 
blessed us with grandchildren. During my years in Nam, 
it was hard not to see them and I missed a lot of their 
growing up.

After completing my career in the Air Force, Grace and 
I returned to the small village where we grew up and 
built a new home on part of the land we purchased on 
the farm I bought from mom.

END

This story tells how kids in the fifties enjoyed sex 
the same as those in the sixties and later, the only 
difference between the generations, we didn't brag 
about it and sex in our village must be null now, as 
there are few kids and the community is cold I found 
when visiting there a couple of times.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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