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I’m thinking back to a time when I was 18, and attending school at Monterey Union High in Monterey, California. My steady girlfriend was Karen. To my way of thinking, Karen was the most beautiful girl in school. She was 5’3″, 115 pounds with dimples, dark hair, full natural eyebrows and a very curvy and y figure. Her father was the auto mechanics teacher at our school, and her mother worked in the cafeteria.
Karen and I had our first real date on December 5, 1957. From that very first date, I continuously worked at getting Karen to “come across”. Each time that we got together, I managed in some small way to progress just a little bit further along the path towards Karen and myself “going all the way”. We ually consummated our relationship at about 9:30 PM on April 14, 1958, so the time of this , as best as I can remember, occurred about one month before that… Sometime in March of 1958. You see, Karen was a virgin, and so was I.
The day started out as did most school days. Karen and I met in “our usual spot” to stand together holding hands, and sharing our thoughts. And oh yes… To be seen as a couple on campus. That was important, although neither of us admitted it. Anyway, somewhere during the course of the day, somebody, somewhere got a notion that a number of students from our school should be bussed over to the Sunset Auditorium in Carmel.
The number of students picked for this impromptu bussing to the other side of the Monterey Peninsula was about 25. It was only after we were well underway that we were told the full nature of our trip. It seems than a rather new group called “Al Anon” was holding a symposium at the Sunset auditorium, and the “powers to be” at Monterey High decided, at the last minute, to send a delegation to add to the audience. As part of that delegation, Karen and I were included.
I remember the presentation as being somewhat boring, particularly after the participants on stage finished with their stories. For those who might not know about the organization called “Al Anon”, it was, at that time, made up of the children of alcoholic parents. Karen and I sat in the audience for several hours. First we heard the personal stories of those on stage, and after a break, we sat through a question and answer period. What’s interesting is that neither of Karen’s parents were drinkers, and I had no parents, so… What the heck! We were there because those same “powerstobe” liked us, and thought we should be included.
During the proceedings, I have to admit that I was more focused on Karen than anything else. As of this writing, many, many years since that time, I can still remember exactly how she was dressed that day… Every item… Every color. By the time we were ready to get back on the bus, and head back to Monterey, the sun had disappeared behind a heavy overcast. What had started out as a bright and sunny California day, was now a dull and gray California day.
Upon its return, the bus dropped us off in the middle of the faculty parking lot. It was about 6 o’clock, and there was not a single car left. Soon this same spot would become the center court of the new Girls gymnasium and basketball complex, but on that particular day and hour it was a large deserted gray asphalt slab overlooking the stone steps of the grandstands and the accompanying football field below.
Getting off the bus, I gave Karen a sign to follow me. Today, I can’t begin to tell you how I did this. I do remember that back then… Way back then… My beautiful Karen and I had quickly developed a way that we communicated between us. Using some sort of a language that only she and I understood, she followed me off the bus, and in a direction of my design.
After everyone else had somehow disappeared, I took Karen by her hand, and led her down the hill towards the gymnasium. Following the walkway around the nearside of the gym, we came to a point where the walkway made a lefthand turn, and a crude footpath began. We both recognized the dirt path. This was the unofficial way that some students used to get around a large ravine that sat directly behind the gymnasium, and then to their homes on the other side. This saved them the long trip down to Pacific Street, over a block, and then back up the hill.
No attempt was ever made to completely block this narrow path to the small neighborhood that existed on the other side of the thickly wooded ravine, but it was known that if you were not careful, particularly in wet weather, you could loose your footing and fall off into the deep and thick overgrowth that waited below. Barely wide enough for just one person, I held Karen’s hand, and led her along this primitive path.
Following the back wall of the gymnasium, I led Karen to a special place I had discovered while poking around one day. In the back wall of the gymnasium was an inset… A small alley way that sat at a right angle to the narrow path. The alley was about three feet wide, and some ten feet or more in depth. Its perpendicular line to the narrow path, and its outoftheway location gave the feeling of security I sought.
At the very end of the alley was a clean gray metal box that was almost the width of the alley, some two feet in depth, and just below the waist in height. Even though there was no apparent way into the metal box, I assumed that it housed some sort of gas or water meter.
When I first found this unique place, I remember experiencing the same sort of thrill I did as a kid… What a neat place for a fort! Except this time, my mental reaction was more like… What a neat place to bring Karen! This was the destination I had in mind.
Up until that day, Karen had carefully orchestrated the availability of her body. It was an accepted thing between us that I could readily enjoy the excitement of her naked breasts. On one occasion, I had enjoyed the experience of fingering her asshole, and on another of actually viewing that same pretty brown pucker. However, I had never actually seen or touched Karen’s pussy. At best, I had only smelled and felt its presence through Karen’s seemingly ever present girdle.
Turning Karen around so that her back was to the low set metal box, I began to kiss her passionately on her mouth. For most all of the day, as we sat together in the audience at the Sunset auditorium, my mind was focused on what I desired from Karen this day, and in this place. I knew better that to try and fuck her. We had openly talked about how that, and mutually agreed that it would eventually happen. However, it would happen only when Karen openly said something like, “Ricardo, fuck me!” Knowing that wild and passionate kissing got her very hot, I covered Karen’s mouth, face and neck with kisses, while searching for and caressing her firm breasts beneath her sweater.
Everything I did at that moment was acceptable in our relationship. Even though it was a bit nippy, Karen freely allowed me to remove her long blue dress coat, her mixed colored scarf, her blue sweater, her blue skirt, her white full slip, and her white cotton bra. With each piece of clothing that I removed from her warm body, we jointly shared the responsibility of neatly folding it before placing it on a corner of the metal box.
With all of the aforementioned clothes neatly folded, Karen finally stood before me dressed only in her white girdle and shoes. Now the shoes were what was generally called “tennies”, complete with white cotton socks that had their tops rolled down in just a certain way. That was cool. The white girdle was very sensuous. It was a brief cut with large satin panels over the stomach and derriere. It was, by all measures, the style of the times, and very y. I loved the sensation of running my hands over the smooth and taut material where it covered Karen’s buttocks and hips. As I kissed her deeply upon her mouth, my mind could see the seams that marked the satin panels from the rest of the garment, and the tips of my fingers easily sensed the warmth and tension created by her captured body.
Karen loved to be undressed in the outdoors. I had done it before, and I would do it on many occasions after this particular day. However this day was the very first time I undressed Karen with a specific plan in mind. Except for the white girdle that bound Karen’s hips and derriere, and her “tennies”, Karen stood naked before my eyes in light that freely allowed me to view the color and shape of her breasts.
Karen’s breasts easily filled a Ccup, and stood straight out without a hint of droop to them. On the tip of each was a perfectly formed puffy dome the color of unfinished leather. The puffy domes looked like miniature breasts themselves, and on the end of each was a small round nipple that grew monstrously large whenever she became excited.
Stooping down, my mouth suckled to Karen’s left breast, my favorite as well as hers, and both of my hands stroked the buttocks of her girdled ass. My mind was starting to lose control. I knew what I wanted, but I don’t think Karen did, at least not at that moment.
After several minutes of very hot and lustful kissing and suckling upon each of Karen’s proud tits, I stood upright to again take her into my arms. Kissing her once more wildly and passionately upon the mouth, I made my first move. I sent both of my hands simultaneously deep down into the back of her girdle. I still remember the stress the garment created on my arms. There really wasn’t room for my arms, as well as Karen’s plump round ass inside the garment, but I made the room.
The look on Karen’s face told me that I was pushing the envelope as far as our preapproved list of ual “do’s and don’ts”, but I was simply beyond reason at that point. As she started to give some resistance to my “new” advance, I uttered the only words I knew how to offer in such a situation, “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going to do anything.” In our language, that meant that I didn’t intend on her. Once I sensed that she was a bit more relaxed with this assurance, I knelt to kiss the flat of her stomach, and to sniff the arch between her legs. In doing so, I used each of my forearms to force the girdle to roll ever further downward on her hips. Eventually standing, I pulled both of my hands out from the back and sides of her girdle while purposely making sure that it was left rolled low on her hips. Running my hands over the upper portion of Karen’s now naked buttocks, I encouraged her to sit up on the utility box.
As she started to situate her beautiful ass up onto the box, I took advantage of the moment, and the fact that her girdle was rolled to such a low position on her hips. Using the strength of both hands, I forcefully yanked it to a position well below her hair covered pubic mound. In the soft light of a fading day, I first saw its beauty. It was very full, very thick, and very brown. It was Karen’s hair covered pussy mound.
With an absolute look of shock on her face, it was then that the real struggle ensued. Karen immediately began a fierce physical resistance. Her voice was stern, but not at all loud. “No,” she said. “Not here, and not now.” “I told you I wasn’t going to do anything,” I once again said, as some means of assurance, and with that I forcefully yanked Karen’s girdle completely from its midthigh position… From her reach, and completely off of her body. Offering a gasp of surprise and disbelief that I still remember, my beautiful Karen sat naked, except for her “tennies”, as the white satin paneled garment sailed to the ground.
Standing square in front of her, I pushed Karen’s full white thighs wide apart and back. This action forced her back against the wall of the gymnasium. Pulling the full of her ass to the front edge of the utility box, I went down on one knee, and immediately began to smell, kiss, lick and feast upon her virgin pussy.
After some long moments of verbal and physical protest that included trying to close her legs on my head, Karen seemingly accepted this new standard for our relationship… At least for the moment. Although she seemed to be accepting of what I was doing, I could tell that she was still very much on her guard. Only after I took a position on both knees did she seem to settle back, and offer my eyes, nose, mouth and mind full access to the trophies that they craved.
The aromatic odor and delicious taste of Karen’s virginal cunthole were all that I thought they would be. Nesting her beautiful white ass out over the edge of the utility box in the palms of my two hands, I began to vehemently sniff, kiss, lick and suck upon the warm and moist flesh of her cunt and its hairy mound. Sensing an even more comfortable state upon her part, I pushed Karen’s thighs further back and ever wider. It was then that I then took, for the very first time, a long look to mentally record every detail of Karen’s cunt and ass. Sensing the need and the desire, I buried my tongue deep into Karen’s asshole. To my mind, both holes were equally delicious, as I freely savored the flavors of one, and then the other. Back to the first, and on to the second… Over and over… Back and forth, I feasted like a starving animal with no mind but to mentally devour my prey, and all that it presented before me.
Not knowing if ever I would be given this opportunity to feast so freely from her body again, I did not hurry the final act. Being the pessimist for thinking that the lady might just call it quits between us after this day, I made my next move. Rising to a standing position, I pulled Karen forward to a position standing before me on the ground. Dressed only in her “tennies” and cotton socks, I forced Karen to kneel before me on the ground.
It was then that I unbuttoned my corduroy pants, and let them fall to the ground around my ankles. It was Karen who pulled down my jockey shorts. I still remember looking down upon the top of her head in the soft light as she held my heavy cock in both of her hands, and seemingly stared at it for the longest time. Later, she would share with me that she had never seen a man’s penis except for her baby brother, and her father… Once by accident. And certainly, it was the first time she had ever seen an erection.
It was the forward motion of my hips that finally brought the tip of my cock to Karen’s lips, but it was Karen’s own desire that placed it into her mouth. First, it was just the tip, but somehow just like I knew I wanted to feel more of my stone member in her mouth, Karen desired to feel more of me there as well. As innocent as we both were in the ways of , particularly oral , Karen’s mouth opened deep, and my throbbing cock entered.
Holding her face in both of my hands, it did not take long before I blew my massive load. The first jerk of my loins shot a voluminous thick wad into the back of Karen’s mouth. It was only after the second blast that I withdrew my quivering member from her mouth. Using my own hand, my subsequent shots were delivered to her face and tits. When the last volumes of my hot cum had spent themselves from my body onto hers… Only then did my beautiful Karen automatically place my still hard cock back into her mouth, and begin to suck upon it… Again.
Without ever losing my erection, my cock quivered under the delight of Karen’s continued sucking. This time there was something for Karen. Only after her mouth for some minutes did I realize that she had removed one hand from me for the purpose of fingering her cunt. Later she would share with me the fact that she had an orgasm during our heavy make out, another when I pulled her girdle from her ass, and several small ones as I ate her pussy. But none, she later admitted, could compare to the ones she began to experience once my cock was deep within her mouth, and her hand was fingering her clit and cunthole.
Well, dear reader, I could go on about Karen and myself, and all the hundreds of beautiful times we shared as lovers from that day forward, but for now, I shall leave those other stories for just that… Other stories for another time.
