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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material. If you do not want to read of such things, or if it is against the laws of the area you are in, then please do not read it.

 

 

Transmitter’s Note:  I recovered this ‘Odyssey’ from the hard drive of my late Uncle Joe’s computer.  It was written using an obsolete word processing program and it has required considerable effort and time during the past year or so to reconstruct my uncle’s story.  A few chapters still resist reconstruction.  It is presented in his text as a true story.  I can’t vouch for that but I know well the village where he grew up and I can connect the names he mentions to people I know there (Sometimes I’ve altered the names to avoid embarrassment in the unlikely case that someone connects this tale to the village of origin.).  Needless to say, I haven’t asked any of them for confirmation.  I don’t know them well enough for that. Comments from readers will be appreciated and where possible, acknowledged.  Enjoy.

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My chronicle bears a cursory resemblance to 'My Secret Life' and other Victorian publications but the time frame of the story is more or less contemporary, beginning in the 1950’s. The events I've described herein are based on real experiences but, because of vanity and an imperfect memory, there is some embellishment of the dialogue and descriptions. Perhaps some day somebody will make my lustful (and lust-filled) chronicle available to other lechers in this great world.

 

 

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                                      Chapter One

                                    Blind Man's Bluff\

                       (How my non- solo sex  life started)

 

 

There was a late August chill in the air that afternoon but we didn't notice it as we played boisterously on the lawn. I felt somewhat uncomfortable playing 'blindman's bluff' (or is it 'buff'?) because I was eleven years old but Eileen was playing too and she was half a year older.

 

Actually, I'd never liked the game much until that summer. I'm not even sure the game we played was blindman's buff (bluff or whatever) but the way we played it was always fun for me when I was 'it'.

 

The lawn where we played was almost next door to my home but on the opposite side of the road. It was a fairly large, grassy expanse broken by many mature shrubs, lilacs and the like. That day there were five of us playing, Eileen, Shirley, her sister who was about a year younger, their seven year old brother and one other boy whose names I forget. Remember, this was many years ago and the boys are incidental to my story.

 

The rules of our game were simple. The person who was 'it' was blindfolded and he or she had to 'find' and identify one of the other players who would then become 'it'. Our usual hiding places were in the shrubs on the lawn and the lilacs were the favourite locations because they were large with little tunnel-like passages from years of having kids crawling through them.

 

Finding someone was more difficult than identifying them because of the variation in size and sex of the players. Nonetheless, it was the 'identifying' part of the game that I liked. And I cheated when I was 'it'. I don't know if the others noticed but I never found the boys. Most of the time, it was Eileen but sometimes I'd find Shirley.

 

"Yer always it, Joe. That's not fair!" one of the boys complained as I put on the blindfold.

 

"That's not true" I protested, and I was right. Eileen and her sister were 'it' a lot, also, although only seldom were the boys 'it'. I guess I may not have been the only one who cheated because Eileen always found me but Shirley sometimes found someone else.

 

As I said, 'finding' was not the most fun. 'Identifying' was better because the only way to do that was by touch. I'd discovered, at the beginning of the summer, that I could do things blindfolded that I'd never have been allowed to do otherwise. (That may not be correct, but at that time I thought it was.)

 

My technique was simple. I was able to peek under the blindfold and see where the others hid. Then I would select my target, usually Eileen but sometimes Shirley, and blindly stumble to her location. Eileen, for sure and maybe even Shirley must have known what I was doing because it was the same each time. First I'd grab an ankle and then find her face. With one hand I'd examine her face while my other hand would go to her chest and, sometimes, between her legs. Then I'd announce the name of whom I'd found.

 

When Eileen was 'it' she usually stumbled to the same place that I did, the big lilac. It never dawned on me that she might be cheating the same way as I but, in retrospect, she likely did. Since I was a lot bigger than the other boys who played with us, she could have made identification just by that characteristic alone but every time I would watch excitedly as her hand made its way between my legs. And, every time, she'd find the same thing. My penis would be hard. And, by the end of the summer, she'd begun to give it a little squeeze, something like the way I'd squeeze her rapidly developing breasts.

 

I'd peeked under my blindfold and seen Eileen crawling into the biggest lilac, her cute, round bum wriggling as, on hands and knees, she moved forward. Once she looked back over her shoulder at me, as if she was making sure I saw where she went. I counted to one hundred and then, even though I was checking my course by peeking under the edge of the blindfold, I stumbled around, pretending I couldn't see.

 

Shirley was under a widespreading shrub of some kind and, so I wouldn't be too obvious in selecting Eileen as my target, I blundered into the shrub and got down on my hands and knees. I fumbled around as if trying to find someone but, by peeking, I was able to avoid touching the cute youngster. Once, when my hand was only a few inches from her ankle, I saw her move her foot closer as if asking me to find her. I wanted it to be Eileen this time so I avoided the offered ankle and got out from under the branches.

 

Getting to my feet again, I continued my apparently blundering course, hands out in front of me so I wouldn't run into anything, until I reached the big lilac. There were several of the little tunnel-like passages in the ancient shrub and, for my first try, I chose one of those that Eileen hadn't used.

 

I could hear childish giggles from the boys and was satisfied that my ruse was still successful. I backed out of the passage and, still on my hands and knees I crawled into the passage where Eileen had gone.

 

I lifted my head as a branch scratched my chin and I was able to see the girl. She was sitting, leaning back with her arms outstretched at an angle behind her, supporting herself with her hands. Her legs were apart, the light fabric of her skirt falling between them and clearly outlining their plump roundness right up to the mysterious vee at the juncture of her thighs and her hips. Even with the blindfold, I could see how her blouse bulged out in front as, like her skirt below, it molded to her body and showed off her developing bosom.

 

As I crawled forward, leaves tickled my nose and an occasional dead branch dug into me but I was not deterred. I had one thing only on my mind and that was to get my hands on the girl's nubile body.

 

It didn't take long to reach her because she was only in about six feet from the periphery of the shrub. I placed one hand on the ground between her knees, just below the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up to mid-thigh. Then I paused as if wondering if this was another wild goose chase. I scratched my nose with my other hand and managed to displace the blindfold enough that I could see my chosen prey better without making it too obvious.

 

Eileen looked tense, her red lips pursed, her eyelids only half open. What would she do if I reached under her skirt? The thought of that produced a strange feeling in my belly and then I made my move. I moved my hand forward and up, the back of my hand coming under the hem of her skirt as I seemed to lose my balance. To prevent myself from falling, or at least that's what I wanted it to look like, I put that hand down again only this time it came down on her body, at the juncture of her thighs.

 

"Oh...sorry" I said apologetically as I felt the incredible softness of her secret place. It felt hot, even through her panties, and I kept my hand there, savouring the forbidden intimacy but expecting her to push my hand away at any moment.

 

"Hee Hee" I heard her strained little giggle but she didn't move.

 

"I know you're either Shirley or Eileen" I said softly, moving my fingers on her pussy, investigating the pulpy softness as much as I could through her panties. Why wasn't she trying to stop me? Did she like being touched there? I didn't understand but, emboldened by my success, I moved my other hand upward across her belly until I felt the swell of her pubescent breasts. I cupped one of the round, firm mounds and squeezed it, puzzled by the projection of the hard nipple against my palm.

 

"It's Eileen, isn't it?" I asked in a choked voice while I rubbed the pliant flesh mound. She wasn't smiling but instead had an intense look on her face as if she wanted something real bad and it seemed like she was pushing her pussy against my hand.

 

"Uh huh. I guess you got me." Her reply sounded as strained as my question but she still didn't try to move away. I didn't know what was happening. She had to know I was doing this on purpose and not by accident like I'd always made the other times appear. And I'd never touched her for so long before. After what seemed like a blissful eternity but likely after only a few seconds, I reluctantly took my hands away from her body and announced to the others that I'd found Eileen.

 

"Hey, Eileen. C'mere." We heard the voice as soon as we crawled out from under the lilac.

 

Darn. It was Robert again. Quite a few times since school ended the sixteen year old had interrupted our play.

 

"Uh...OK" she replied as she looked over to where the older boy was standing in the driveway.

 

"I'll be back in a little while, Joey", she whispered to me, "He wants to get some ice from the icehouse. We'll just be a few minutes."

 

Her family cut ice from the lake in winter and sold it in the summer. There was a small building beside their barn where they stored the blocks of ice, insulating it with sawdust. Usually, by this time of year, the ice had either been sold or had melted so I was surprised that Robert wanted any. I watched, hurt and disappointed, as they walked to the icehouse and entered. I wondered why they closed the door behind them.

 

"I'm going home" I announced to the remaining children.

 

"Awww Joey? We can still play, can't we?" Shirley protested. Maybe if I’d stayed longer that day things might have happened differently?  Like Eileen, nine-year-old Shirley always kept her legs apart when I was in the process of identification and she never complained when I took longer than necessary before announcing that I'd found her.

 

"Naww...it's no fun with only four of us." And I left.

 

Much of my play that year was solitary and my favourite location was in the loft of my father's shed. It was quite large, about twenty by thirty feet, and cluttered with old, musty items that he stored there.

 

I had also accumulated my own items, mainly cardboard cartons that I'd arranged in the form of an aircraft fuselage. At least, in my active imagination, that's what it was. There was a war on and I expected, when I was older, that I'd be part of it. And I'd be a pilot. In my mock airplane I'd fly bombing runs while my crewmembers fought off the fighter planes. I'm not sure why I was a bomber pilot instead of a fighter pilot but that's the way it was.

 

The afternoon sun shone through the small, dirty windowpane, which was the only source of light in the loft. I was sitting in the cramped space of the imaginary cockpit and holding the control stick (a sawed off broom handle) as we made our run over the target. The dust-motes that drifted and sparkled in the sunbeam was flak and I shuddered each time a larger than normal speck drifted across the path. But flak meant that there were no fighters, which was good because my best friend, Don, had moved away so I didn't have anyone to be my gunner and protect us from fighters.

 

"Joey? Are you up there?"

 

Darn! It was Eileen. I didn't want to see her. I was still mad at her because she'd ruined our game. I didn't answer.

 

"Joey? Oh, good. I was hopin' you'd be up here."

 

I hated being called Joey but Eileen called me that a lot. I looked through the little 'window' of my cockpit to the square opening in the loft floor where her head was showing. Why hadn't I pulled the ladder up after me? Then she wouldn't have been able to get up here.

 

"Go 'way. I want to be alone."

 

"Don't be mad at me, Joey." She climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and made her way around the clutter to where I was sitting in my cockpit. "We can play with the other kids tomorrow."

 

She'd broken the spell. I crawled out of the imaginary airplane and stood up. Although it was a fairly cool day, Eileen's cheeks were flushed as if she was warm and, when she turned her back to me as she made her way over to where I stood, I noticed that her back had sawdust sticking to it and wondered why. Had she fallen in the icehouse?

 

"Go play with Robert. You coulda waited until later to get him his ice" I said, pouting. "I'd rather play alone."

 

"I'm sorry, Joey. It's just? Like? You know? I like you better'n him but? Like? He's older and..." I wasn't sure what his age had to do with it but I didn't say anything. She paused and looked down at her feet as if wondering what to say next. When she looked up at me again, there was an odd smile on her face. "Wouldja like to play like I do with him?"

 

"What's so special 'bout that?" I snapped. "Anyway, you said you were just gettin' ice for him." What had they done? Instinctively, I knew it was something special. I burned with curiosity.

 

"It's better'n the way we played today? Like, you know, when yuh found me in the lilac?" Wistfully, she was sort of pleading with me and I got a sense of satisfaction from it. "I'll let yuh do more'n just put your hands on me." Eileen faced me, moving in closer, pushing her hips forward until her convex belly was pressed against mine.

 

"Uh...I dunno?" She was almost as tall as I and her flushed face was only inches from mine and her eyes had an odd, glassy look. Why was she standing so close? Was she going to let me feel her there again?

 

“Wouldja like to fuck me, Joey?" Eileen smiled appealingly as her question exploded in my ears like a bombshell. "I'd rather let you fuck me than him do it."

 

I suspect my mouth dropped open in shock at her offer. I didn't really know anything about fucking except that it was a sin and only bad people did it, if they weren't married. Russell and Lewis, two of my friends, had bragged about doing it to Lewis's sister, Betty, in bed one morning. They said both of them fucked her but I hadn't really believed them. Especially when they'd said they put their cocks inside her somehow. But now Eileen, who went to Sunday School with me and came from a good family, not like Russell and Lewis, was saying that I could fuck her?

 

"Uh..sure ? I guess so?" I replied uncertainly. What if my parents found out? I wanted to say no but she'd think I was just a little kid if I said that. I was suddenly scared. By saying what she did, by asking me to fuck her, Eileen had suddenly become, in my eyes, much older than I.

 

"Where, Joey? Where're we gonna do it?" There wasn't much open space on the floor and the girl looked around questioningly.

 

"Over there" I said, pointing nervously to a large, old steamer trunk. "You can bend over that." I led her over to the trunk.

 

"But? Like? How?" she asked as, compliantly, she let me push her shoulders down so that she was half-lying across it, face down. I lifted her sawdust-covered skirt up over her hips. Her round, white bottom was bare, the panties that I had touched earlier were gone. I dropped my pants down around my ankles and moved in behind her, nudging my immature penis into the crevice of her buttocks.

 

"How? What're yuh doin', Joey? Robert puts it in me in front?"

 

Eileen was suddenly timid and docile, not at all like the girl who had, moments earlier, offered to let me fuck her. I parted the bulbous cheeks of her lush, young ass with my hands and directed my erect penis to the tiny, brown, puckered aperture. Maybe this was the wrong way? (In later years, as I will tell you, I discovered that it is a pleasurable alternative.)

 

"Yeah...I guess the front's better." but I wasn't sure about that either. Did I put it in her pee hole? I kicked the fuselage of my plane aside to make room on the floor and Eileen quickly lay down there on her back, spreading her legs apart as she pulled her skirt up to her waist.

 

I didn't want to display my ignorance any more than I had already so, kicking off my pants, I knelt between her legs. Then, still afraid we'd be caught, I got up and went over to pull the ladder up and protect our privacy. Then I returned and once again knelt between her legs.

 

I was still very uncertain about what to do. I knew that she peed from the front but didn't have a penis to do it with. Where was I supposed to get into her? Her pussy, the first one I'd really seen, was a smooth, slightly bulging sort of mound between her thighs. It's whiteness was split by a vertical crevice and the sunbeam that had earlier illuminated the dust-flak of my imaginary bombing raid was now giving a glistening sheen to the wetness I could see on the puffy, pink slit.

 

"Don't be too quick, Joey. We got lotsa time" Eileen said with a strange, hungry expression on her face. She opened her legs wider and the fleshy halves of her adolescent sex gaped slightly but not enough to reveal what lay between. To my relief, she prevented me from displaying my ignorance of sex again as she grasped my fully erect but not fully-grown organ and drew it closer to her pussy.

 

I was surprised at how soft her cuntflesh felt, and how slippery it was. And then there was the most delightful sensation I'd ever known up to that time as I seemed to slide effortlessly into her, just as if some incredibly strong flesh-magnet was drawing my penis into her. I was being engulfed by a hot, soft moistness and, instinctively, I pushed.

 

"Yes...Oohhh yesss Joey...that feels good" I heard her sigh and her pelvis, which was already gaining the width of maturity, tilted up to me. I backed off a bit and plunged back in, her softly clasping inner flesh giving me incredible pleasure when I moved.

 

"Have yuh ever fucked a girl before?" Eileen asked breathily as she squirmed against me.

 

"Uh...sure...some" I lied. I was having difficulty in breathing now as strange, new sensations built within me. It was like the feeling I got when we played blindman's buff only much, much more intense.

 

"I betcha done it to Shirley, din'cha? I seen how she lets yuh feel her. 'N I seen how jealous she gets when yuh pick me."

 

Even if I could have continued the conversation, which at that moment was impossible because I was breathing so hard, I wouldn't have. Did all girls do this? I had a feeling of extreme urgency as if something momentous was about to happen and I was moving in and out as fast as I could. Eileen's passage seemed to be getting softer but, at the same time, it was holding me more snugly. I know now that the walls were swelling from the friction as her excitement grew.

 

"Yuh...yuh...hurry," she panted as if I wasn't already going as fast as I could. And then it happened. I felt as if my loins were on fire and I was almost paralyzed by the hot sensations that shot through me. Then I collapsed on her as she wriggled and squirmed under me.

 

"No! Don't stop! Not yet! Do it! Do it hard!" she panted. "Make me cum too!" I didn't know what she meant but I knew she didn't want me to stop. I forced myself to resume pumping on her although now it didn't feel as good. In fact, I felt like my penis was numb.

 

"Yuh...yuh...good," She was wriggling frantically under me, her hips jerking and bucking against mine as I pumped dutifully on her writhing frame. "Yuh...there...Oohhh Yyeeesss" she gasped as she stiffened beneath me and I hoped desperately that nobody came into the shed because, for sure, they'd hear her.

 

"Golly, Joey...that was good." Eileen stopped wriggling and lay there under me, motionless except for an occasional twitch of her hips. "Did'ja? Like? Was I good, too?"

 

"Uh.,,yeah...sure" I replied although I'm sure my words didn't come close to expressing how good I thought she, or it, was. I rolled off her twitching body, really afraid now that we'd be caught. "We better get dressed, Eileen. Somebody might come looking for us."

 

"Yeah...OK." She didn't really seem to want to leave and she came close to me again, her hand touching my groin. "Can we come up here again tomorrow? After we play with the others?"

 

"Yeah. I guess so?" I was more afraid of being caught than doing it with her again.

 

That was the only time it happened between us. The next day I had to go away to school in a different place and, by the time the next summer came around, she and her family had moved away.

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