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 Author: Jack Wellard
Title: Pleasures of Growing (Epilogue)
Part: Epilogue
Universe: Home
Summary: A true story told by an elderly man recalling how he
experienced women for the first time in early 1950s England.
Keywords: nosex
Version: 1.00
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   STANDARD DISCLAIMER
   The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment.  It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.  If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any
further.
   The names in this true story have been changed, even though the main
participants are no longer able to read my account.
   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author, Jack Wellard (wellard94@hotmail.com). 
This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.
   Copyright (C) 2009 Jack Wellard.  All rights reserved.
   Epilogue
   The sharp-eyed reader may have noticed that I terminated my narrative
after only 5 days of my fortnight's holiday.  I felt that I had reached a
point of balance in the telling.  If I continued then I would end up
relating events which to some extent repeated those of the amazing first
few days.  However, since some of the participants may feature in a future
memoire or two I felt that I should just try to tidy up a few matters for
you.
   The remaining days were as magnificent as the first five, maybe less
instruction and more application!  So let's round up the back end of the
holiday.
   Aunt Jane
   What a star!  Jane's good humour and thoughtful coaching continued to
the very end.  Her anticipated period started but apart from the first day
it didn't quell her appetite for showing me how sex could still be fun if a
little more messy than usual!  One of the aspects we had not covered
earlier was techniques for preventing pregnancy so Jane bought what we
nowadays refer to as condoms.  In those days they were just Durex, or
Johnnies or French letters.  I've often wondered why they were known as
`French letters', I'm still no wiser!  Anyway Jane had fun showing me how
to fit and use them.
   Cousin Mandy
   As expected Mandy's period also started and we refrained from sex for
the duration.  We were still close and affectionate and with Jane's
coaching Mandy improved her oral techniques!  It was significant that Mandy
was able to talk to her mother about sex now and both derived much benefit
from the exchanges.  There were opportunities after Mandy's period to
resume full sex and Jane insisted that we should practice the fitting and
wearing of contraceptives.
   Cousin Sylvie
   We seem to have affected the desired improvement in Sylvie's period! 
Jane said she had never seen Sylvie so chirpy during this usually difficult
time.  Jane and I talked about Sylvie and agreed that as she was under age
I should not allow my penis inside her during this holiday.  We were both
content with that decision although Sylvie was less enthusiastic.  Sylvie
settled for `everything but' and she also learned a great deal from Jane.
Personally I enjoyed just being part of their educational project!
   Val
   Val and I were able to practice using the contraceptives.  She thought
she preferred sex without them but definitely did not want to get pregnant.
We both learned how to roll them on and keep them secure.  It was sometimes
hilarious, but then sex should be fun!
   Emma
   At least once a day, usually more frequently, Emma and I continued our
attempts to get her pregnant.  It was a very loving environment and every
minute was sheer pleasure.
   I met Emma's brother, Robert, and got on well with him too.  He took me
to the football match I had been hoping to see on the Saturday afternoon.
Robert knew the team well and often did contract work for the club.  When
he offered to get me in to watch a training session I almost shook his hand
off with enthusiasm!  Things turned out even better than expected as word
of my involvement in apprehending the pervert in the park had reached the
club manager.  He embarrassed me by introducing me to the team as some sort
of hero.  The players could see my discomfort and went out of their way to
talk football rather than boy hero stuff.  My page of autographs from that
day includes my all-time favourite football hero and is still a treasured
possession.
   The Aftermath
   On the final day, when my bags were packed and I was trying to be brave
about the goodbyes, Jane drew me to one side.  She told me that Emma's
period had started.  Jane could see how badly I took the news and held me
close.  I think that if I had not been in such an emotional state about the
end of this wonderful holiday I might have detected Jane's nervousness.  In
the event I was too wrapped up in my own state, so her perfidy went
unnoticed.
   Before I knew it I was on the coach, heading south for home again.  It
seemed like a lifetime since I arrived but it was only two weeks before.
   Back at home my mother immediately noticed that I had grown by over
another inch.  She also detected my new-found confidence and probably put
it down to having look after myself.
   My father noticed the change even more.  I stood up to his over-bearing
bullying technique of ruling the house.  He was confused that I was no
longer afraid of him and diverted his pent-up frustration towards my mother
even more than before.  I'm not sure how he justified his behaviour to
himself but somehow I managed to persuade him to look harder at why he got
so angry with people he could bully and gradually he mellowed.  It was good
to see my parents' relationship become based on something other than fear.
In fact we all got on much better, not quite the laughter-filled house of
aunt Jane, but a vast improvement all round.
   At school I found new respect for my teachers and worked as hard as they
always said I could if I wanted to!  It was gratifying to get respect back
for my efforts.  My school performance became so good that I found myself
helping other students over difficult times too.
   As always, the boys talk came around to sex.  I said nothing.  What I
had enjoyed and experienced was very personal and I had no wish to share it
at that time.  Many boys claimed to have `done it' and some surely had. 
There was one friend who quietly told me he had shared a bed for several
nights with a cousin and now had the concern that she might be pregnant. 
Like me, when he heard that there was no baby he had mixed feelings but
mostly he was relieved!
   Our English teacher decided we should become more involved in dramatics
and asked for volunteers to `do a turn'.  His request met with stony
silence.  To save all-round embarrassment I suggested I could do my
`washing up demonstration' and stepped forward to everyone's surprise.  It
went down really well, the rest of the class thought it hilarious but the
drama teacher was more impressed with what he saw as latent talent.  Before
I knew it I was drafted into the school play.  Only a small role but one I
relished, it was an enlightening experience to be part of a theatrical
production.  As a result I've participated in amateur dramatics ever since
and there may some recollections worth writing up for you!
   I put all these changes and improvements down to the inspiration of aunt
Jane and often thought about her.  It would be several years before I saw
her again.
   In the meantime I was so involved in school work that I had no
opportunities for sex.  However, I thought about that a lot!  There was no
prospect to enjoy or develop my talents in that direction for several
months.  That will be revealed in the Mrs H.  story in due course!
   The End.
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   Copyright (C) 2009 Jack Wellard.  All rights reserved.
   
  
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