Where it happened: Her bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
April 18, 1962 …..
Things were different back then. All drugs (and related drug problems) were in shitholes like NewYork and Los Angeles. “Drinking” amounted to stealing a beer out of the home refrigerator, and not too much else. Perversion was not as rampant as it is today, and was primarily in the big cities. All through school, including high school, there were only two queers discovered and no lezzies. Sex meant a boy and a girl having vaginal intercourse, and it wasn’t talked about after you “Did it”. Abortion (legalized murder) wasn’t an option unless a girl got raped. Life was much simpler and slower. People were much more honest and loyal. People had character. America was a Great nation, populated by “Americans”, not hyphenated-americans. It was a great time to be American. I’m sorry you young people who read this will never know the great nation that I grew up in.
Back then America was in love with the automobile. Muscle cars, Sports cars, Big engines, Loud exhausts and Tire smoke. Cars were as simple and fun as their drivers. Mine was a brand new Austin-Healey “Sprite”. An agile and high performance sports car. British racing green and chrome, with a black leather interior.
ALL the girls wanted to ride in it. Many of them did.
One day I was at a drive-in hamburger stand called Vel-Mar’s and met this Dyn-O-Mite piece of ass named Gloria. She wanted to ride around, so we did for about an hour. We drove out to the beach and back. Coming ino town she asked me to drive her by her house for a minute. “Sure” I said. When we got there she invited me in, brought us a couple cokes and we sat on the couch to talk. We gossiped for a while, and in just a few minutes she asked the question all boys want to hear:
“Would you like to see my room”?
That is not what the question meant back then. The meaning was: ” I think you would be fun in bed. Would you care to fuck me”? Of course I said yes.
We went upstairs to her room. We kissed and did all the foreplay shit that girls need, and finally got our clothes off and got in bed. This was strange territory for me. I was a virgin. She was not.
Soon we were going at it Missionary. She was real good, too. Of course to me at that time ANY pussy was the world’s finest fuck. I managed to hold off a long time, and we did it in several other positions, but nothing kinky. Finally we were missionary again, and she orgasmed. When she did I pumped her up. I had been saving cum for sixteen years, and I gave it all to her right then.
There weren’t any birth control pills back then, so kids used other methods. When I was through shooting off in her, she ran to the bathroom with cum running down her thighs. She squatted over a towel and squeezed most of it out, then laid on her back for the ritual “Birth Control” measure. She opened a hot Coca-Cola, stuck the neck of the bottle in her snatch, and shook it up. It foamed all up inside her. She got up and drained it down the commode. Then we crossed our fingers and hoped she didn’t get “PG”. She didn’t.
Well, that was what it was like back then. I wish you could have been there.
Sammy P.
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