Storiesonline.net ------- Discovery by Dual Writer Copyright© 2004 by Dual Writer ------- Description: A '50's coming of age story of a couple of teenagers from farm families. A fun story to be shared. We thought we were pretty racy for back then. Juicy Codes: MF cons rom 1st oral creampie ------- ------- Prologue 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 to instruct 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 today, 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 1 As a high school student in the late '50's, guys talked about getting some, but the reality was we wished we were getting some. At just sixteen, I dated a near neighbor that was my age and equally as inexperienced as myself(near because this was farm country). She was the oldest of five farm kids. We went to town for dances at the VFW, movies at the local theater, even to the city for a movie and hamburgers after. Parking was done usually in her drive way for a very short time. When we got heated up, we would look at each other, panting, then somehow decide we better quit for the evening or we would be doing something her parents would freak at if they were to look out the window. We knew they did, as they kept telling her and I how proud they were that we kept in control. Well one Saturday night we went to a drive-in movie, alone. We were able to do this as we didn't have to worry about what time she had to be home. Her parents were gone with her brothers and sisters overnight but trusted us to go out and be good. No double date, just the two of us. In the beginning we watched the movie, just sitting close munching popcorn. About mid way in this movie, there was some smooching on the screen so she snuggled closer too me. Naturally, I leaned in for a kiss. We kissed, then kissed some more. We heated up and kissed some more. We stopped pulled back from each other. We must have stared at each other with our hands at each others waist for a least a minute. She got the gleam in her eye the same as when we were little kids that says "boy are you in for it." She lunged into me smashing her mouth into mine. We kissed harder than we ever had. We kissed till we were dizzy. During this time, she was first rubbing her hand up and down my side, then started running her hand back and forth along my thigh. She stopped pulled back, looked me right in the eyes then took my left hand and placed it on her breast. That was a first for both of us. We went back to kissing, only now I was fondling her breast through her blouse and bra. She was panting and I was about to pop a cork. I asked her if she wanted to get out of there. She just kissed me real hard and said "let's go." Just as two good kids would, we headed home. The entire ride had me with my arm around her (bench seats then) and with her hand on my thigh. I was leaking so bad my underwear was soaked. When we got to her house and parked in the drive way we started kissing again. She shocked me by putting my hand not only back on her breast but inside her now (surprise) unbuttoned blouse. I was touching her right breast through her then fashionable bullet bra. When she leaned in to continue kissing, her right hand went from holding me to laying directly on my extremely swollen dick. We kissed hard, open mouth, lot's of tongue, wet, sloppy kissing. It seemed the more we drooled the hotter the kissing was. This continued till she started squeezing my dick. Well the senses were overloaded. The wonderfully wet hot kisses, touching her hard nipple and breast through her bra, and then the hand massaging me. Squirt, squirt, and more squirt. We continued kissing hotly while she massaged me and squirmed all over. She pulled back and asked, "did you do it in your pants?" There wasn't any way to deny it. My chino's were getting a huge wet spot and my dick was still throbbing. "Ah, yeah, that was something." Romantic huh? She pulled back still had "that" look on her face. She learned forward and licked me on the face. Like a cat or dog, just leaned in and licked. I felt her other hand on my belt. She grinned and said "let me see, let me see it." With that, she started using both hands to undo the belt then unzip the pants. When she pulled them open we could see how soaked my underwear was. She grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled down. As hard as she was pulling, I had no choice but to lift up some so my shorts and pants were soon at my thighs. Well, my public hair, my thighs, and all around my still very swollen dick were covered with cum. The smell of fresh sperm taunted our senses. She just stared, then reached for my dick. For the first time another person, a girl was touching me. Oh man, was that neat. She had her hand gripping me good. She said, "it's sticky," then leaned in for more kissing. We kissed some more, her holding and squeezing my cum covered dick while I gripped and caressed her breast. While we were kissing, she brought her hand up, unglued her lips from mine and licked her hand. She then held her hand to my face offering it to me. I licked it. No big deal right, every guy has tasted his own juice. This must have been the right thing to do as she reached down, racked her fingers through the cum on my thighs then brought it up and licked it off. Then started kissing me in a frenzy. I was heated up to the max and started becoming aggressive. As her blouse was now completely open I reached around and popped the bra loose like I knew what I was doing. From there I started touching both breasts and fondling her nipples. If two hormonally unbalanced teens were ever on the brink of having some serious sex, we were. When I leaned down to kiss and lick her nipples, my hand gravitated to her leg. As I started up from her calf to get under her skirt, she spread her knees. My hand went straight up to touch very wet panties. Thinking I was moving too fast, I started to pull my hand back. She just pulled me up for kissing and hunched her bottom toward my hand. So now she had hold of my dick while my hand was cupped over her wet panties. Naturally my middle finger started pressing inward. I could feel the lips open amd only restricted by the panties, felt her wetness. I put my hand flat on her tummy to slide it under the top of the panties. She pulled back, still with her crazed smile, and pulled her panties off. When she did this, I pulled my pants and underwear completely off. So now when we started kissing again, both of our good parts were open for fondling. As we kissed, I put one hand on her breast and one hand on her pussy. Wonder of wonders I was touching my first pussy, a very wet pussy. Not knowing much about the finer points of a girls anatomy, I explored. When you are kissing so intensely, you forget what you doing intermittently. So it was kiss, fondle, kiss, feel the wetness, and on and on. While touching her pussy I ran my middle finger up her center. The first detour was finding the suction hole at the apex. Then continuing on, the middle finger ran lightly up her center until she jumped and squealed. I jumped too, thinking I had hurt her. She grabbed my hand, put it forcefully back on her pussy, and moved her pussy lips up and down on my hand. Since the middle finger got sucked into the hole, I stayed there a few seconds then moved up some to find that good spot that had caused to her jump. When my finger reached the magic spot, she held my arm and moved her bottom back and forth very quickly, moaning and grunting till she collapsed on me, releasing her grip on my arm, then cupping her pussy with her hand. She held me tightly then said that was really a special feeling, all the while covering her pussy with her hand... She leaned back, kissed me, then brought the hand that had been on her pussy to sniff, taste a finger, then offer her fingers to me. I tasted that erotic moisture that was there, then brought my soaked hand up to lick it and offer it to her. Now we had both tasted each others sexual explosions. We kissed each other, a little more gently at first but turning passionate quickly. When she gripped my dick, my extremely hard and ready to explode dick, I told her to stop as it was going to happen again. (We didn't say we were cumming, back then.) She said, "do it, do it again, let me see." Couldn't have held back if I had to. She kept moving her hand and I started squirting hard. The first shot grazed a nipple on the way to her cheek. The second landed on her neck. The next two landed on top of her breasts. Then a bunch of squirts with less force that went on her leg, pussy, my leg, and all over her hand. She immediately brought her hand to her mouth and licked. She scooped the cum off her face and sucked it in. Then the juice on her neck. Feeling left out, I leaned over and started licking my cum off the top of her breast, following the stream to between her breasts, then sucking a nipple. Continuing, I leaned farther, licked her leg, and my juice that matted her pussy. She shuddered a bit, pulled me up and we kissed fiercely. She then pushed me back, bent down, licked some juice left on me and then as if it were the most natural thing ever, sucked my growing dick into her mouth. Wow, was that great or what. Instant hard on. She came back up and we kissed some more, cuddling and holding each other. When I put my hand down to her pussy, she held my wrist, moving her bottom gently on my hand. Then she said we best quit or we were going to do stuff we shouldn't. The boy in me said "want to try?" She said "yes, but I don't want to get pregnant. We can do this when we know we won't make me pregnant. I should go in." Well that didn't make my day or my dick go soft, but it did make me hold her and kiss her some more. This time with expectancy and perhaps both thinking about losing our virginity She said that she had fun and enjoyed herself. I said "sorry for squirting all over the place." She said "don't be sorry, I loved how juicy it was. Besides I'm just as messy as you," which was true. She went in. I went home. Had to leave the windows open so the sex smell would dissipate. The next morning when I went out to do chores, my dad made a comment about how I should clean up the seat before mom saw it. Vinyl seats back then showed spots. ------- Chapter 2 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." Then she blew me away. "I talked with my mom about what we did." "You did?" I gasped. "I needed to talk to her about it because I thought something may be wrong with me." She said with a subdued tone. "What?" "I asked her whether something was wrong with me that I like it so much." She continued. "Ah Oh." I groaned. She continued, "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 to us, you and me, to at least wait to do it, you know wait to go all the way." "Whew!" I thought to myself, "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. "How much did you tell her?" "Pretty much everything." She said. "Everything?" I asked, stunned. "Well," she said looking up, "you know, how I like the touching, how I liked the hard kissing, how I liked the feel, the smell, and the taste of everything." "Taste of everything?" "You know, your stuff, I told her how it got everywhere." She said smiling. 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. "Guess I should go?" I said starting to get up. "No, mom wants to talk to us, wait, I'll get her." As she jumped up waving for me to sit back down. 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 said "Well you two got pretty wild last night." Shirley and I stayed quiet. "You know," her Mom continued, "that what you did could have gone farther and could have had a result you would not have wanted yet." We still stayed quiet Shirley's Mom then said "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 jumped in "Mom, you know we have been together all our lives and we are getting married." (In my head; "married? What? I guess it could be that we would. Hadn't thought of that yet.") Shirley's mom then added "You all aren't married yet and you need to wait till you do before you do that." Shirley asked, "Do what? Do what we did or do everything we want to do with each other?" I stqyed quiet (I'm a/no dummy) Shirley's Mom then said "You have to control these things. Anyway, it's in the open now and you know how 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. I could only quietly answer "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 while 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 than 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 arm, 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 back then, 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 her 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" now and then. Shirley kissed me on the cheek then turned my head to look at her. I thought 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 someday." 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, when the time comes, 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 very resolutely, "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 became 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 mere seconds. 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 now 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. To this day, I have no idea why we enjoyed tasting each other so much. 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 breasts and swollen nipples. 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." You can tell, we were real experienced. Shirley put the rubber on her thumb and started rolling it down. Pulling it off her thumb, she put it 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 went 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." I asked "You OK?" All she said was "Good." Again I asked "Hurt?" She gasped "Noooo, not really." Flex in and out. Shirley "Ahhhh." Me, "You are really tight." She gasped again "Yesss." "You are squeezing me." "Yessss." Flexed in and out as deep as I could. She moaned "Ahhhh." I asked "Feel good?" "Yessss." "Like it?" "Yesss." "Can I keep doing this?" As I flexed in and out. "Ahhhh, Yesss, Mooore." I started to pull out farther then slide back in slowlly. 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 at that time 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 it 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 then 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. Shirley replied "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 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?" "May be." "Think that's a good idea?" "We didn't do anything really bad." "Huh?" I dumbly asked. "You know, I am your wife to be, you are my husband to be." I answered "Well, that still may not be good reason to 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." "I guess you're right. So, why did Nancy give you a rubber?" Shirley started her story, "We talked about it and she said she could get me some from her dad's drugstore." "Some?" I asked. "She got me a box." "A box? How many is a box?" "This box only has twelve. I gave her money so she could put it in the register." "So you have twelve of them?" "No silly, just eleven now. Wanna use em up? Huh?" How do you answer a naked pixie with her hand on your hardening dick? "Yesss." I moaned and 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 a hard spot, 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." "Probably some blood smell because girls bleed when they do this the first time." "I don't think so." She said "Why?" "Girls bleed when they break their hymen." "Right, when they lose their virginity." I stated. "No, girls can break their hymen doing lots of things." "How do you know you broke yours?" I asked "When I was twelve, I bled on my panties after riding Poncho (a barnyard gelding) bareback." "Girls bleed once a month anyway, right?" "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 your 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 then 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 my 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 would 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 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. ------- Chapter 3 Our lives didn't significantly change. We saw each other on the school bus and at lunch, I ate at least one meal at her house on weekends, we would go dancing or to a movie on Saturday, and most Fridays we would go down by the river to make love, and I don't think Shirley told her Mom. Over the next few months we went through several boxes of rubbers, using two or three every time we were able to make love. Shirley's seventeenth birthday brought a big change to our playtime. Shirley's birthday, a month before mine, fell on a Saturday. Her family had a party for her, inviting her friends. The party was fun. We had cake, ice cream, and cool aide, danced to 45's (single song records for you young readers.), and had a great time. The party started breaking up around 8:30pm because some of the kids wanted to go to the VFW as there was to be a new band. Shirley and I helped clean up the mess then got ready to go dance too. I had bought a 46 Chevrolet 4 door. It was a huge car. A great deal for $150. We left for the dance by 9:00. As soon as we were going down her lane road, Shirley was hugging my arm and saying she missed not getting together the previous night. She asked if I had the blanket in the car, to which I answered a quick yes. She said may be we should leave the dance extra early and go for a drive. Again, I answered yes'm quickly and added that may be we could skip the dance all together. Shirley still wanted to go see the new band so we drove quickly to town. We danced to a couple of songs. The band was terrible. Our friends were already talking about leaving to get something to eat. Shirley told her girl friend she thought she would just go home as she had a long day. We left the dance and Shirley said we might want to drive down by the river. We had a new spot, really private. You pulled off the road behind a bunch of trees. There was low grass and river sand way up the bank, no mud at all. We spread our blanket, now a very large quilt that felt good. Shirley and I were quick to get out of our clothes and lay together on the blanket. The night was a little chilly so I got the other sheet blanket out and pulled it over us. We softly kissed and hugged for a while. There is nothing as exciting as a full body hug with a naked girl. You can feel their skin on yours, tummy, arms, thighs, feet. You can feel their excitement through their hard nipples. And you feel the tickle from their fuzzies pressing into you. The kisses and hugs made my dick push up to press against her. This made her temperature go up so the kisses became hotter and hotter. I remember we became really excited. I was touching, tweaking, and kissing her breasts while sliding a finger up and down her wet slick lips across her feel good bump. She kept reaching for my dick, but I kept pulling back. I kept telling her this was her birthday and I was going to do everything to her. I made her lay back, totally spread out. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, ear, and neck. I continued to her breasts to lick and suck them till she was squirming. As I kissed down her belly her hips started rotating in a fucking motion. When I reached that very wet playground, I blew on it, making her shiver. Then as I had done a couple of times, I kissed the wet lips then slid my tongue up between them till I reached her bump. This time I was more aggressive than before and licked hard and fast. For some reason I sucked her lips into my mouth and poked my tongue into her. She vibrated. I mean her public bone went up and down so fast, it was vibrating. As I kept this up, my sucking kept getting higher until I sucked in her bump and started tonguing it fast. The constant suction and tonguing did the trick. Shirley had been moaning louder and louder. She was now near screaming with her legs up, squeezing my head. This was the most excited she had ever been with my mouth. She let out a loud groan and went limp, saying "Put it in, ohhh put it in." I put a rubber on and started to rub around getting the rubber wet. As soon as my dick was centered Shirley pushed her hips up so fast our public bones smacked. Shirley had never taken all my dick before. I had never been this deep in her. I could feel something at the end of my dick, every stroke. I was stroking slowly. Shirley was moving her bottom up and down really fast. She said "faster, harder, faster." I started banging really hard with seemingly perfect self-control. This felt great, in and out really fast, in till our bones were together, then back out till just the tip was inside. Before I could reverse directions she was pushing herself back up to me. We did this for a long time. Shirley kept saying, "So good, so good, ohhh so deep, so good." My ego was puffing up as well as my balls. We kept pumping till she could feel me get ready to come. She started her vibrating again. Moving her hips up and down so fast I could only stroke slowly so as not to slip out. My time was upon me. With a groan, not as loud as her continuing groans, I let loose. We both must have been agreeing on something as I remember we were both exclaiming "Yes, yes, yes, yes." I felt like this was the most juice I had ever shot. I kept pumping more and more into the rubber. We finally went limp, breathing heavily, clutching each other. I leaned down and kissed her. I had gotten in the habit of sliding out of her and continuing down to kiss her pussy. It was kind of a thank you kiss. Shirley liked it, said it felt good. This night, I slid down into position, sliding my arms under her thighs. I kissed her lips. As I always did, I slid my tongue into her and began my trip upward. Hmmmmm, a really different taste, couldn't place it. I dipped real low and slid my tongue into her hole then up her lips to her button. This time my tongue had scooped up a bunch of goo, tasted like? I groaned and said "you really taste different tonight, you must have really been excited." Her only reply was, "Ohhh, that feels good, keep doing it, pulleeease." I went back down to start again, this time looking at her before tonguing. Her lips were spread wide, her hole was open, and there was a bunch goo coming out. I dipped my tongue and started up to get her bump only to have her start vibrating again. So I tried to hold her and buried my face in her pussy, tonguing the hole and the mess she had there. Then, my nose told me. I reached down to touch my rubber covered dick. No juicy bulge. I pushed up quickly upright, on my knees. Shirley, startled, said, "What's wrong hon?" I was staring at my dick which really never got soft. Shirley got on her elbows and repeated, "What's wrong?" I pulled off the rubber and held it front of her. It suddenly dawned on her. Her eyes became big, her mouth formed the perfect "oh" and her hand shot to her pussy. She cupped her fingers into herself then brought them to her mouth. She tasted her fingers and shivered. Really strange, she just started shivering. "Oh my god," she said, "I'm pregnant." She didn't cry but her eyes were full of tears, "I'm pregnant, what am I going to do." Smart guy that I am I said, "you mean, what are we going to do." Must have been the right thing to say as she lunged up grabbing me, pulling me back on top of her for a hard, hard kiss. "Guess I'm going to be your wife sooner than we thought." "Just because it got into you doesn't mean you are definitely pregnant." "What, you don't want me to be your wife?" "Yes, yes, I want you to be my wife, but you could still not be pregnant." "As good as that was, I have to be pregnant." As we were talking we were lightly kissing each other. Shirley said "I can taste it on you, all over you mouth and cheeks." She pushed her hand down to her pussy then brought it back up and stuffed her whole hand into her mouth and said "We taste so good." She reached down again and brought her hand up for me to lick. "We taste good don't we. You did a good job on me, you really made me feel good. That was sooo good." We started kissing again, building up to something, not even continuing to talk about her possible pregnancy. Our kissing again became more urgent. Shirley pushed me up and said, " roll over." She started kissing my eyes, nose, lips, and ears like I had done earlier. She kissed and sucked my nipples then my stomach, now holding onto my very erect dick. Shirley licked the head of my dick. Juice was oozing out of it already. Then she slipped her mouth over the head. She had done this before. She kept my dick in her mouth and started using her tongue on it at the same time. That was different. As she kept this up Shirley's grip on my dick started going up and down, She looked up into my eyes, smiling around my dick. She took more and more of me into her mouth till she had at least a third of it. All the while sucking, tonguing, stroking and looking straight into my eyes. Looking at her with my dick in her mouth was too much. "Shirley, I'm gonna do it." "Hmmmmmm" "Stop, I'm gonna squirt." "Mmmmmmmm" All her "mmming" was flipping my switch. I started filling her mouth. What a feeling, being totally taken care of, being sucked off was a great feeling. When I stopped squirting, Shirley kept sucking and tonguing for a little while. She pulled off me with a little "pop" and looked up. I could see her lips tight and her throat working like she was swallowing. She leaned over my face for a kiss. We kissed, her tongue opened my mouth and some of my juice flowed into my mouth. Now that was sexy, messy, but really sexy. My dick became hard again instantly. The way Shirley was laying on me, my growing dick started poking right at her center. Feeling it, she wiggled, sliding back, centering it, then sliding onto me bare. We both let out a simultaneous, "Ohhhhhhh." "Shirley, don't, we have to put on a rubber." "Why." "What do you mean why, you might get pregnant." "I already am." "May be not yet, but if we do this, you definitely could be." "I'm already pregnant and I want to do it with my husband without a rubber." What can a near seventeen year old do. I shut up or quit talking at least and let the nymph on top of me start the slow all the way in and the almost all the way out strokes. We did this slowly for a while savoring the skin to skin contact. This felt so much better than with the rubber. The stimulation was rapidly making me think I might get off quick. Shirley sat straight up on me and sunk totally down on me with an "Ahhhhh." "You feel so good, so deep, it's happening, it's happening." With that she started vibrating again and sliding up and down. This new vibrating thing felt good, especially to a bare dick. I started squirting again, seemingly squirting an abundance of juice straight into her. I remember thinking, this will knock her up for sure. She bounced up and down until she let out a loud grown then went limp. She lay there a bit then started to lift up and kiss me. She said, "My turn this time." She started down my body like before but faster till she reached my shrinking dick. She sucked right in reversing the shrinking to growth. I reached for her hips and picked her up and brought her hips over my face so her knees were on each side of my head. As soon as I did, a large glop of juice came out of her open hole right onto my face. I brought her down to my mouth and started kissing and sucking. From this angle it was more difficult to reach her button. When I started licking from down to up it. starting at her bump went to her gooey hole then up past her wrinkled butt hole. When my tongue went over her butt she jumped, so I left that part alone. We sucked and licked till I was hard as a rock and she was doing her vibrating thing. Shirley turned back around, grabbed my dick to again sink down on it and licked my face clean "mmmmmming" the whole time. She gave me a great kiss then pushed down onto me and said, "I like this." Shirley was slowly moving her hips up and down sliding on and off my dick while we kissed and kissed. I said, "Happy birthday baby." She sat straight up on me, again going completely down on me, threw her head back with closed eyes and said "Yes, yes." This one didn't last long either as she started bouncing and vibrating too fast. We got off again, and again she collapsed on me. We kissed and kissed. She raised up put her hand down to her pussy then brought it up to her mouth. "Boy, we are messy, or at least I am messy down there." With that she repeated her motion and brought her hand to my mouth saying, "Don't you just love that stuff? I love it." Her hand went from her pussy to our mouths a few more times then I just pushed her back and buried my face in her mess. Shirley flipped around and sucked my now shrunken dick. When soft she can get it totally in her mouth and she seems to swallow the tip and work it with her throat until it starts growing again. We rested and kissed for a bit, then decided it was time to go home. We smelled like sex, big time. I told her she best not mess around at her house, just go straight to the bathroom and wash up. On the way home she didn't want to talk about her possibly being pregnant. When we got to her house it was just some intense kisses then a soft "goodnight husband." ------- Chapter 4 Now it gets complicated. Shirley talked to her mom the next day. They even drove into town so they could talk about it. They talked for four plus hours. My first knowledge of all this was a telephone call Sunday evening from Shirley saying. "Why don't you come over for desert, Mom has some apple pie?" Not knowing what I was in far, I was there in a flash. When I went into the house, I knew something was wrong. No kids. No Dad. Then I remembered passing their car on the way. Shirley's Mom said, "Sit down (at the kitchen table) and have some pie". Shirley was not there yet so I sat awaiting her. Her Mom brought us both coffee and sat with me, mostly just looking at me. She didn't look mad, worried a little, but seemed to be OK. I asked "Where are Fred and the kids?" She replied "I told them to go into town for ice cream." "Shirley go with them?" "No, she's here but I want to talk to you without her first." "Oh?" She started "So, you two have been up to stuff lately?" "Ahmm." "No need to say anything, Shirley and I had a long talk. You guys have been doing this a long time?" "Not very." "Well long enough. And now she thinks she's pregnant and wants us to make arrangements for her wedding as quick as possible." "Huh?" "Shirley thinks what happened last night made her pregnant and she should get married quickly so people won't talk. They will still talk with both of you still having a year left in school. You may have to quit school to work and provide for her." "Yes'm" "So you want to marry Shirley?" "Yes, I told you that before." I said. "Yes, she told me you said that before you two did anything." I let out a big sigh and a sip of coffee. "I told Shirley that she might wait a week before we go on about a wedding." "Mame?" "Ah, she is very close to start her monthly cycle." "Cycle?" "You know, her period. In all likely hood she is not pregnant." "Whew, good." "You're not off the hook. She still wants to get married, right now." "She does?" Her mom smirked a little and said "Shirley says she likes what you guys did last night and wants to be able to do it as much as possible." I sat with with a very red face. "So, what do you think, gonna marry her?" "If that is what we need to do, then we will." "Well let's talk to Shirley some more then we'll see if we need to go see your folks. What do they think of you and Shirley?" I answered. "I've told them that Shirley and I had talked about getting married one day. They know we are special to each other since we were little kids." Her mom with a satisfied look, got up, went to the stairs and called Shirley. She came back in gave she and I more coffee and put a cup out for Shirley. Most country folks have a big kitchen table. Most can seat 10 easy. Shirley's mom was setting at one end and I was setting at one side next to her. My assumption was Shirley would sit on the other side of the table from me so I stood behind that chair to hold the chair for her. (Old custom, used to be the thing to do.) instead Shirley came in and sat in the chair next to where I had been sitting. So now I was between her and her mom. Her mom started. Whenever Shirley's mom spoke, she always looked directly at you, either Shirley or me, "So you two really want to get married right away?" Me: mute Shirley replied instantly. "Yes, we want to get married as soon as possible, before anyone knows I'm pregnant." "Shirley, you are probably not pregnant." "I still want to get married right away." Her mom asked "Why?" With a red faced Shirley said, "I told you all about it Mom, I just want to get married now." Her Mom then said, "So, this stuff you've been doing is so special that you want to married right away?" "I told you before." Shirley blushing even more. "I liked what we did. I don't want to quit doing what we did. I'm going to keep doing it and doing it and I'll have to be married for that." Me: (Equally bright red.) Shirley's Mom then said, "There is a way that this can work out with out getting married." Shirley asked, "How?" Her Mom continued "First we wait a week to see if you really are pregnant." "And then? Shirley said. "I will just do it again and pretty soon I will be pregnant." "This part is harder but it does work." Shirley Mom continued. "You two can do what you do for a good two weeks every month. But for two weeks you have to be careful. That gives you two fun weeks and two weeks you need to watch out." Shirley wanted to know, "How do you know it will work." "You only have four brothers and sisters and I'm not pregnant right now. You know I'm still young enough to have more kids." "But I still want to get married." "Don't you want to finish school?" "Yes, but I can finish school married." "So, you go to school while Chuck here quits school gets a job and supports you." "I didn't mean it that way." Shirley said. "Then you want to get married, you both live at home until you finish school? That's going to be some kind of funny marriage." Shirley let out a big sigh and said "Oh Mom, I don't know how to do all this but I want to get married, I feel we should get married as soon as possible. I don't know how to do this but we will figure something out. Mom, please understand that we have a very special love and need to be married so we can be together." Her Mom then said, "Chuck, let's go talk to your folks. Call them, see if they can talk a while." I called my folks on the phone. With as little information as possible so busy bodies wouldn't gossip, I asked Dad if Mom and him would be able to stay up a while as Shirley and her Mom wanted to come over to talk about some stuff. He said to come on, the other kids were on their way to bed. When I got off the phone, Shirley's Mom said that Shirley and I should go on and she would go with Fred who was just then driving up. Oh man, this was way over my head. I knew I loved Shirley. I even knew I wanted to get married. But I didn't know how we were going to do all this, stay in school, be married, live together, etc. I did know that Shirley was even tougher and more bull headed than her mom. I also knew that I had to get to my house to prep my Mom and Dad before Shirley's Mom got there. Then I thought of another problem, did her Dad know? On the way to my house I asked, "Does your Dad know too?" Shirley who was being dangerously quiet said, "Mom told him but said he had already asked her if she didn't think you and I were up to stuff." We got to my house, the yard light blazing, like lighting a stadium. We went in to find my Mom scurrying around getting coffee cups on the table with a huge dish of cookies. My Dad ambled in and took his seat at the end of the table away from the stove. It's always the Mom's seat at the end of the table nearest the stove. My Dad was a tall 6'2" lanky quiet type of guy till you got him going. He usually had a sly smile on his face like he was amused at everything he came in contact with. My Mom was average height 5'3" not plump but not skinny. Mom was always busy like she had too much nervous energy, always scurrying around doing something. The only time she stopped was in the evening when she and my Dad would sit in the swing on the porch. She always looked so relaxed and peaceful sitting with him, his long arm wrapped around her. Shirley and sat down and Dad asked, "What's this all about?" I looked back and forth between Mom and Dad then started, "Mom and Dad, Shirley and I think, ah, want to get married. We know we are young. We know we have school to finish, but we want to get married." Dad just looked at us, "Hmmm." My Mom however, sat down took Shirley's hand and looked at me, "Chuckie, have you been pushing Shirley into doing something you shouldn't?" Before I could say anything, Shirley put her other hand on top of mom's hand (three hands together) and said, "Chuck didn't start anything, I did. It was my idea in the beginning so don't blame him. Chuck was always a gentlemen with me. We did what we did, I'm not ashamed. We're gonna keep doing what we are doing so we should get married as soon as possible." My mom had a shocked looked on her face, almost in tears. I thought my dad was going to burst out laughing. Mom was now clutching Shirley's two hands with both of hers, any second "Energy mom" was going to explode. Dad quietly said, "Chuck?" "Well, um, like I said dad, Shirley and I want to get married." At that moment there was a tap on the screen door. Dad got up saying come on in Fred, come in Mim (Shirley's mom short for Marsha, don't know how they got Mim out of it). This set off "Energy Mom," she was bustling around as if she could pick up everyone, stuff 'em in a chair and bring something instantly. Well, she did do everything almost instantly and was again seated clutching Shirley's hand and Shirley's mom's hand (probably to keep from springing onto the ceiling). Fred was kind of like my dad only shorter and thicker. He too had a sort of a smile on his face like he just got away with something. This had to be where Shirley got her mischievous grin. Dad started: "Whadda ya think about this Fred?" Fred answered, "Don't know much, Mim's been filling me in but haven't heard anything direct yet." Dad then gestered toward Shirley and said "May be Shirley should give her little speech again, it was really something." "Speech?" Fred asked. Shirley started "Dad, I said that what has happened, I started, not Chuck, and that we feel since we want to be together we should get married." "Yeah, that's what you said, but this time you said it little more gently. I thought Kat (my mom, short for Katherine) was coming apart when Shirley gave her talk." My Mom responded "Oh Lee, stop, she just said what was on her mind and said it with emotion. She's just like her Mom, just says what needs to be said directly," "She didn't beat around the bush. That's for sure." my Dad said. Shirley's Dad, Fred asked "Chuck, how do you plan on supporting Shirley while she goes to school?" "I don't know yet sir." "Don't you think you should figure this out before you get married?" Fred asked. Mim, Shirley's Mom jumped in "Don't jump on Chuck, Shirley's the one pushing to get married instantly." "Just so Fred and I are not in the dark about all this, may be someone can explain this whole thing." Mim started in "Shirley, let me tell this, I think I can do this with a straight face and get your point across." She looked up to Fred and Dad still holding onto mom's hand, "Shirley and Chuck have discovered they are in love. They have also discovered how much they enjoy being in love." She said this with a half smile. You know when your trying to keep a straight face and one side of your mouth goes up while the other curls down. Fred had a serious look on his face while dad looked really amused. Mim continued, "Shirley says that since she knows about how much fun it is to be in love she does not wish to stop being in love and wants to be with Chuck all the time. She thinks that if she gets married, she thinks that would be more appropriate. Is that about right hon?" Looking a Shirley. Shirley answered "Yes, but more important I'm or at least I think I'm pregnant and I want to get married so when we have the baby it will be to long married parents." Fred's jaw bounced off the table. Dad smiled bigger. Mim then said "You are probably not pregnant, so that part does not make any difference right now." "I want to get married anyway." Shirley said. "Chuck and I learned how to make each other feel really good. I liked what we did, a lot. I'm going to keep on doing what we did. So I need to get married so it is ok." Fred drooled onto the table. My Mom was clutching hands and squirming just before the rocket blast. Mim and my Dad were almost laughing. I couldn't help but smile. Then Mim said, "Don't you mean you and Chuck like this and are going to keep on, not just you." Shirley: "Oh Mom, you know what I mean. I just want everyone to know how much I love Chuck and that we are getting married. My Dad said with a chuckle, "Well Chuck guess we gotta figure a way for you to make a living and go to school too. Whadda ya say Fred, wanna help 'em out or do you want your grandkid to be homeless." Fred grimmaced, "Hope there ain't no grandkid yet. Damn, Shirley, you really are determined about this aren't you." Mim jumped at Fred, "Watch your mouth, you know the way we were, you don't want the same for her do you. At least she knows what she wants and says what she wants. Shirley interjected, "Not just what I want Mom, Dad, I say what I'm going to do." This went on for another hour until Dad and Fred both said it was getting late and we all best get to bed. Shirley and I squeezed hands as she left with her Mom and Dad. I helped Mom put stuff away and into the sink. When Dad came back from seeing Fred, Mim, and Shirley off, he said, "Chuck, you and I will work something out. You're really young to get married and all, but, people used to do it all the time, guess you could get it done." Mom then added, "When kids used to get married they often stayed with one of their folks until their folks helped them build their own home. Lee? Why can't we do that." My dad said with a smile, "Guess we could. If Fred can get over what's happening to his oldest daughter, we can get over what's happening with our oldest son." We went to bed. I didn't sleep all that well and welcomed the morning chores as the start of a new day. On the bus that morning Shirley didn't look like she got that much sleep the night before either. Some of our neighbor friends all wanted to know what Shirley did with the rest of her birthday night. Teasing a little about probably heading toward the river and/or parking. Shirley just told me quietly that her and her Mom and talked most of the night and that we would all talk more tonight. When I got home after school and finished the evening chores, Mom told me to get cleaned up as we going to have all of Shirley's family over for supper. Dad was already getting cleaned up so I hustled up thinking how I was going to get my homework done and all this too. All fourteen of us ate at the big table, squeezing the little ones in. Mom had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, biscuits and a strawberry pie from canned strawberries. (We put up a ton of strawberries in season so we had them all year long.) When we were finished, Mom said for the little ones to do whatever homework they had. She told Shirley and I to go do what we wanted, but be back in an hour or so. Shirley and I both had homework so we went to my room that I shared with a brother and started. In a small town back then, everyone took the same classes so we all had the same homework. We finished up about the time we were to be back. When we got back dad spoke first. "You guys didn't go anywhere?" he asked. "No sir, we had to do our homework." I answered. Mim said, "See, I told you they were responsible. They can't even take a hint about having some time alone." I asked, "What are you all talking about?" Shirley then said, "They thought the only thing we would do is go out to the barn and fool around." I started to get up and said "Let's go, we shouldn't disappoint them." Fred put up his hand to gesture stop, "Hold on Chuck, your dad was just proving his point. Your dad and Mim think you guys are ready for this and can handle it. I'm still not sure. But, when Mim and you, Shirley, when you two make up your minds, there is nothing to do but go along. Chuck, your dad wants us to build you a house on the hill above the creek. In that small field we can never get too." Shirley gushed "I know the place, oh Chuck it would be wonderful. Perfect for us." Dad expanded, "Chuck, you would have to start clearing and grading a road to get there. Think you can find enough creek gravel to make a lane road up there?" "Yes sir I probably can." I answered. "But dad, even if we have a house, we have to eat, buy clothes, pay electric, may be a phone, feed bills for any stock we may have. How can we do that?" Dad added, "You two will still have to do chores and stuff at our places. That should earn you enough to get by till you're out of school or on your own. Chuck, you still haven't made up your mind whether you're going to farm or go in town to get a job or even go on to college, so why not just do this till it's the right time, OK?" Mom then said "You both will have plenty of time to make up your minds and since you both will be busy with school and chores, I can fix you guys dinner to eat at home or eat at Mim's." Suddenly Shirley's face brightened, "You mean you guys are going to let us get married?" Shirley's mom gently took Shirley's hand and softly said, "Yes honey, you can get married." With that Shirley jumped into my arms. All 4'10" 85# of dynamite hugging my neck, kissing my face, flailing her legs till they wrapped around me. I was red faced but happy. My Dad stood next to the under five foot Mim, both laughing, Fred even smiled, while my mom had tears in her eyes while trying to fill up coffee cups. When Shirley calmed down a little and my dad and her mom quit laughing, Shirley stood and asked, "What can Chuck and I do before we get a house built. We want, I mean have to, I mean we will be together before then. I'm not waiting till you guys build a house before I can be his wife. Chuck needs to be my husband now, not months from now." This just started my dad and Mim laughing again, even Fred chuckled and rolled his eyes. Mom, always practical said, "Chuck, you can fix up the upstairs if you want, all you would have to do is clean it out. With both windows open it should be cool enough." Mim said, "Shirley has her own room, if you want you can stay there if you don't get too noisy." Fred grinned at his dimunitive wife, "If she's like you, Chuck will need a gag." With that Mim got a little red faced, my Dad burst out laughing and even Mom stopped fidgeting to giggle. ------- Chapter 5 Shirley and I got married a month later between our junior and senior year of high school. Shirley was not pregnant, just as her mom suspected. Shirley was disappointed but said we would have plenty of time for kids later. We had started watching the calendar and it was working so far. The locals all had their eyebrows raised thinking we had to get married. Even the priest went on and on about our pre-marital stuff. Shirley and I agreed it was none of his business and didn't confess any of it. Our folks always shushed folks quick with a better they get married than not. Lots of kids quit school because they have to get married. These kids didn't. We did get some respect. Before we got married there always seemed to be time for us to be alone, often in the comfort of one of our homes. After we got married we stayed at her house till the upstairs was fixed up at my house. The room covered the entire house so we had sort of a separate sitting area and a sleeping area. The bed made a little too much noise. It was directly over the kitchen which was next to Mom and Dad's bedroom. When we would lay exhausted after making love, you could hear the springs from Mom and Dad's bed getting a work out. This always made Shirley and I start again. Anyway, I'm getting away from the point of this long story, you know, the creamy stuff. When we got married, our parents lent us a newer car, gave us a chunk of money and sent us off with our marriage license on a honeymoon. We drove north, wondering through Georgia, into Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, then back to Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and into New York to Niagara Falls. We stopped when we felt like it, usually finding a motel, hotel, or cabin to stay at. Only once did we sleep in the car, even that was fun. The best part of this trip is something we learned and started to do in a cabin in Missouri. We went to a place called Big Springs Park. There was a spring there that pumped 180,000 plus gallons of water a day out of the ground, pretty impressive. More impressive were the woods with the isolated cabins there. We had been walking all around having a great time seeing terrain we were not used to seeing. This was totally different country than we were used too. That day we had found a small pond that was fed by the spring on one end and had a spill way on the other. It was a very hot day so with no one else around we decided to do some skinny-dipping. We had our clothes off in a flash and jumped into the water before testing it. The water was probably 60-65 degrees from the spring. Cold. We did splash around for a minute but it was too cold to stay in. Back into the clothes then we ran back to our cabin. We jumped into the metal two square foot shower together to get warm. When we finished and dried off we lay back on the bed in anticipation of a nap. We snuggled, spooned that is with my hand finding a nipple and my ever hard dick finding the crevice between her legs. Shirley just raised her leg and tucked me into her pussy. What a lovely way to nap. No napping for Shirley. As soon as my dick hits her pussy, she start to rock. That of course interests my dick into maximum hardness and starts the in and out motor. This was a slow gentle loving. Slowly in and out, holding her nipple, kissing her neck. The longer this went the faster it became. Shirley twisted around, pulling free of me. The look was there and she pushed me flat and mounted me in a second. As she went up and down on me, she touched herself. Something she had started doing recently. I was tweaking her nipples while she was doing herself on me. Shirley started getting faster, making me feel the start of my juice machine. She started her vibration and luckily I was still a long way from a geyser. With multiple groans, grunts, and screams, she had a great orgasm. She sat very still touching herself through the end of her feel goods. She pulled free and got on her hands and knees and told me to mount her like a dog. I asked, "Where'd this came from?" And she said "Mom." "Your Mom?" "No, your Mom." "My Mom?" I asked alarmed. "You were talking about this stuff with my Mom?" Shirley answered as I was slowly stroking in and out trying to pace myself, "Yes, your