Living Our Fantasies

"The early years."

The stories you are about to read are true, believe it or not!

First how do I do this.

Actually this is just a long version of a diary. I love to add notes. Notes help the reader to understand what's about to happen and in our case they try to make it clear how I can remember details from 55 years ago. I'll admit I guessed about the dialogue. Who can even remember what Joe said to Nancy at the bar last night? Still we can come close and that's all that matters.

After we married we lived in a residential neighborhood among older people in a tiny house. We wanted to run around naked or at least let Doll go topless. Why? I have no idea why. At first we'd walk along the river or hike in the woods at a few nearby parks. Camping was soon our answer to get away from home and people we knew. We were lucky to have Dollie's mom, my sister-in-law, or our young female live in girl friend willing most anytime to watch our little baby. Yes after we were married our first son arrived in seven short months.

This is about memories, dares, and fantasies. I'd scribble some notes on a piece of paper daring Dollie to perform some simple flash when we went to the river or camping. Eventually there were more notes about fantasy games I'd like to try. Over many years those notes and "Pen Pal" letters were piled in a box then buried in the closet along with booby photos taken over those many years.

Amazingly those boxes and two small metal filling cabinets with more scribbled games ended up in Florida in a large walk in closet after we retired. We met new friends in and around Florida who not only shared new games but enjoyed swapping hand written letters of past and present games. These also ended up in a small cardboard box in the closet.

Along came my first used computers minus the internet. I now could type letters, save copies, and share with others. It was then I decided to turn all of those notes into short stories and post them on a few motorcycle sites I was on. Sadly even the internet is not forever. Those bike sites faded and died. I hate porn sites but was getting desperate to share our stories before it was too late for us. The two porn sites were mostly photo sharing sites. So I was sent here to Literotica.

For better or worse, I'm about to create two or more complete works starting with the beginning of life as we know it and continuing most likely in a hard porn classification from our retirement years until death.

Yes we really are coming out of our closet!

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In all of our true stories many names and places have been changed. Yet since most are dead, some names now remain the same. But only we know the difference. Yes ours are true stories.

Admittedly I didn't get my GF, eventual wife, to do everything right away. Some were just my fantasy games and never meant to really happen. Over time, begging, bribery, booze, and with luck we turned fantasies into reality.Cum along as we spill our guts with a lifetime of memories.

First-Dates

I am going to start at my beginning with Doll. I suppose these first stories will be boring. Mostly it's what many young kids did in their early lives. I hope to add each new story as it happened, rather than when I remember it. Still some stories will jump around as I remember things or find them in my un-orderly albums.

My love life really didn't get started until I got my first car. I imagine many did then. For me it was a slow start. At seventeen I was interested in cars, racing, customizing cars, learning and playing a few musical instruments, roller skating, all with my male friends. This and working in a grocery store after school and weekends left no time for girls.

Yes, I was interested in girls. Back then porn and girlie magazines were hard to come by. My early boob sightings were at the movie theater during news breaks showing topless African women, in National Geographic, and my uncles Playboy, Penthouse, and a few other magazines. None really showed a lot of female flesh. Back then none showed a pussy.

My younger brother and his girlfriend, Mary, were constantly setting me up with blind dates. Yep, two years younger brother already had two steady girls! Occasionally I'd go on one of those blind dates. They weren't really strangers. Most were in some of my high school classes or girls I'd seen around the school before. Actually all were nice looking and built decently. There were very few obese kids around back then. We got exercise by walking to school, gym classes, and running around the neighborhoods after school.

Knowing those girls from classes and knowing their brothers made dating scary. Teenaged girls loved to talk about their date nights. Didn't want to end up with a bad name so rarely even cuddled or kissed any. Besides, none really turned me on.

Along came a skinny hillbilly looking new kid in school, introduced by brother's girlfriend, Mary, again. Doll knew me by pictures in the newspaper about something I did in an art class. But I wasn't interested in that sloppy dressed redneck sounding kid from Minnesota.

Still don't know why, I agreed to take that young girl to the drive-inn movie. That's what we did back then. Took our dates to eat at the local drive-in diner then the drive-in movie on the edge of town. Did that with all my dates before. Did it with Doll.

First date was uneventful. About like the others. May have held hands or even snuggled. But don't even remember kissing. Dropped her off in front of her house because I was warned daddy doesn't like boys. Still no kiss. As far as I was concerned one date was gonna be all for that little girl wearing the long sloppy dress and loose blouse. It was so sloppy fitting I didn't even know Doll had titties at that time. Basically all we did those first years was go to the movies or we'd sit in my car in her parent's drive way.

Dollie was finally 18 and I turned 20. I had my first real job working in an office at the factory. Again, not knowing why, I kept dating Dollie.

My first car was not a real hotrod. A maroon 1949 Dodge club coupe with wide white wall tires and fender skirts. This was a two-door, short roofed car that appeared to have only a front seat. But there was a full rear seat with small side windows. A cool accessory back then was a rear metal Venetian blind. It was fixed, didn't close. But at the angle I mounted it, visibility inside from the rear was minimal. Later I made removable side screens for those side windows. Went to a lot of outdoor movies so wanted to keep cool in summers.

I always remained in the front seat with those other girls when in school. But after several dates with Doll I added those screens and we sat in the back with the front seatbacks laid forward. It was semi-private and cozy. The second date I discovered she had boobs! I felt them through her baggy blouse. She was 18 by then, daddy told me to wait. Dollie explained that her parents made her wear those baggy clothes and her mother's bra. Dollie giggled and said she never wore bras before. Found out later that my brother's girlfriend mentioned I like tits.

This drive-inn movie thing went on every Saturday night most of the next year, till it got too cold in winter for the theater to be opened. Probably the third date I was fondling Doll's boobs through her blouse even more. This time I felt tits! She had removed mommy's bra and put it in her purse. Doll was already gonna please me by letting me play with hers. All of that waiting would soon end.

Dollie was liking it too. So much that either she unbuttoned her top, or asked me to. My first real feel and look at real girl tits! They were much larger than they appeared behind those baggy tops and mommy's bra!

Wouldn't ya know, we got caught right off. The concession stand lights and other lights came on as I had Doll's tits out fondling them. People were walking between the cars to buy snacks and go to restrooms. Doll's white boobs showed up like two light bulbs. We both became embarrassed. But later laughed and enjoyed hearing the comments. The beginning of a life-long game of exhibitionism and fondling. I finally had a steady girlfriend.

After that first time getting caught with Doll's tits out, we did it every time we went to the drive-in movies. I'd fondle the left one and leave the right boob out in the open where people could look in the window at it. After the intermission, we'd move to the back seat for privacy and more room.

The tittie touching and staring caused this young boy to create a bulge in his jeans. In fact, it got very uncomfortable. Tugging and squirming got Doll's attention. Copying my inquisitive nature, she began rubbing it through my jeans. She then attempted to get her hands down my pants. My belt and jeans were too tight. Being a polite nice young man, I suggested she unbuckle my belt, unsnap my jeans, and pull my zipper down. She did! Doll had my penis out staring at it, rubbing it, and pumping it. Now we were both having fun, or more fun! In a short time I discovered that when a girl masturbates a young boy, ejaculation happens much quicker than doing it himself! I washed and waxed my car often. Lucky I had some polishing clothes handy. We trained each other.

This became our routine every time we went to the movie... every time we went anyplace! We played with each other as we rode around in the old Dodge. We found a semi-private place on lover's lane. In fact this is where we often ended up instead of the drive-in movie.

Our sex life was well underway. Doll was beginning to like wearing more revealing clothing. Her parents were against it, but girls have ways of making skirts into mini-skirts and blouses lower after leaving the house. Doll was now wearing tight sweaters and short skirts around town while I worked. Other guys were beginning to notice she had boobs. I began to worry. They were asking her for dates. Lucky for me Doll turned them all down. I've always wondered why she stuck with me. It's been an exciting and sexy life together.

As Doll masturbated me more often on dates, I discovered my uncircumcised penis couldn't handle being fully pealed back. Doll was using two hands often and working my cock in long fast strokes. I was loving it. But after a long weekend of her working on my cock, I was sore and red most of the following week. It hurt to pee!

Of course, since she was masturbating, jiggling, and staring at my manhood, it was only fair I do the same with her honey pot. Wearing mini-skirts or short shorts without panties made her cunt easy to get to. Doll never stopped me, right from the beginning. In fact, she'd spread her legs wide and raise up for better access. I was thinking, that little pussy was so tight I'd never be able to get my hard cock in there!

We were both enjoying each other. We discussed intercourse and agreed we'd wait until we married. But obviously we were already getting to know each other quite well and marriage wasn't in my plans! We talked about love and she forced me to say "I love you". Truthfully we'd been married for some time before I actually realized I did love Doll! After all when this is your first taste of lust what is love? Funny almost everyone said it would never last. Who knows, maybe it won't!

OMG! I wrote a love story!

Again, at the drive-in theater, we were both going at each other hot and heavy. We admitted we both wanted to go all the way. But I had a confession to make. When you read this you will probably laugh. I was not circumcised. My younger brother was. But back in the dark ages not every boy was deskinned!

I found out early on that when I masturbated I would hurt myself when pulling my foreskin too far back. Same was true when Doll did it. For many years I was afraid if I had intercourse I would rip the foreskin off and bleed to death. I was too bashful to ask anyone about this.

Yes, this was the main reason I never got too involved with other girls. I was afraid kissing and hugging would lead to screwing. And it most likely would have with some of those honey girls, from the rumors.

Doll understood my fear. What would we do to find out if this fucking thing would hurt us both? Since we were in love, (?) neither would do anything to hurt the other. Let's find out! We did. Yes, it did hurt us both. But we also felt pleasure.

I found out that a lot of foreplay would make her pussy hot and juicy. By slipping it in slowly I didn't rip my foreskin off and didn't bleed to death. Yes, it hurt us both like hell most of the time. But once I had it in we enjoyed every stroke. This became the biggest part of every date after that. Sometimes we'd stop on lover's lane for a quickie. We both went home hurting but smiling.

Of course, over time, pussy's get looser and intercourse becomes more fun. Doll loved it when I rammed my rod to the bottom, and inside her deepest cavities. She'd scream yet beg for more. Her biggest pain was from me bouncing off and on her pubic bone. Mine was my foreskin being forced to it's limit and more. I'd be so sore and red pissing hurt. Still, it never tore or bled. Oh to be young and innocent again!

Yes we did get caught now and then by people walking between the cars at the drive in movie. But we were too busy to care and we were of age. About then we decided to get married and have our own place to fuck.

Okay not really wild material. But trying to show how we evolved together. Also this is not how we did or do normally speak. Swearing is only to make the stories seem more erotic.

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