It was the spring of 1961. I was 13 years old then and really starting to notice girls. You know what I mean?  I stopped thinking of them as creeps.  It probably had something to do with the fact that I started getting constant hard-ons, discovered that rubbing my cock was pretty cool, and started cumming real white stuff. And of coarse you start hearing about sex from your buddies and older kids, so now I was real curious about girls.

We lived in a steel town in Pennsylvania, but mom & dad purchased a small summer cottage on the Chesapeake Bay a few years before with a few thousand dollars that my mom inherited from an uncle.  It wasn't anything fancy, but it was a great place to swim, learn about boating & fishing, and simply have a lot of fun during the summer.  And there were plenty of places in the woods or along the waterfronts where one could be alone and jerk-off.  I did a lot of that.

We always started going down to the cottage in the spring, around Easter, to start getting the place ready for the summer.  There was a lot to do like raking leaves, spring cleaning, and I even helped dad do some house painting.  My parents would put a dollar figure to each chore that needed to be done. If I worked real hard and did a good job, I could make a couple of dollars a day. And I worked hard enough that several neighbors starting hiring me to help with their chores.  I did very well!  I know that sounds like 3rd world child labor today, but that was a great deal of money for a kid back then.

As Memorial Day weekend approached, everything was done and ready for the summer.  Mom & I prepared to move to the cottage for the summer and my dad would come down on weekends. But they always liked to party on this long weekend, so my Aunt Tess, Uncle Paul and cousin Sara were invited to visit for the long weekend.  It didn't matter to me since I planned on disappearing, fooling around with friends and jerking-off as often as possible.  And I figured that wouldn't be too difficult with Mom & Dad entertaining the family.

We arrived at the cottage Friday evening around 7:00pm and the guests arrived about an hour later. I hadn't seen them for a couple of years, since they didn't live in the same area.  I was never really attracted to my cousin when I was younger.  She was not quite a year younger than me and had just turned 13 a month ago.  We didn't have much in common.  I lived in a small city and she lived in the country.  But when they arrived and I saw her, my dick jumped a bit.

At just thirteen she actually had some nice little tits. I guessed that made sense; my mom and her sister Aunt Tess were relatively slim with nice tits, considering they were both in their mid-thirties. I remembered Sara used to be just a tad chubby, but I guess that was baby fat because she was now very fit, about 5’ 4" tall and athletic looking. Maybe I should hang-out awhile and see what kind of person she was growing up to be. She looked good, but was she a stuck-up bitch, or maybe very shy, or maybe didn't like boys yet?  I really didn’t know her at all.

The evening progressed with the parents catching up on the times and sitting around the fireplace with their favorite alcoholic beverages.  Sara and I sat around with the parents listening and attempting fake smiles and laughs.  It was boring as hell.  I finally asked Sara if she'd like to take a walk so I could show her around.  She was happy to get out of there and at this point the parents were starting to get louder and slurring their words.

As we walked down the dimly lit street toward the bay, there was only small talk.  She was a little shy, but seemed more guarded than anything.  I pulled out a cigarette and started to light it when she said, "Oh, do you smoke"?  I took a drag and handed it towards her. "Would you like some?”  She hesitated.  "I've never done that. But can I try?”  She took a drag and immediately started coughing. When I asked if she was OK, she started laughing. "I guess I'm just a sheltered little girl. Living in the country is really boring. Especially without any brothers, sisters or close friends."

"So would you like to learn how to smoke?”  The answer took me by surprise when she said, I want to learn a lot of things.”  We continued walking as I trained her in the fine art of smoking, inhaling and blowing smoke through her nose. She started loosening up and talking and laughing more.  She was becoming more comfortable, and her curiosity of the world was more apparent.

When we reached the water at the end of the street, we sat, looked out and talked some more. About school, home, friends, hobbies, interests, just a whole lot of nothing.  Eventually I had to take a piss, stood and started walking toward a tree.  "I'll be right back.”  I walked behind a tree and with my back to Sara, whipped it out and started going.  Just then Sara walks around the tree and is standing a few feet from me staring down at my cock.

My first reaction was to cover-up, but I didn't want to piss on myself, so I stood there and finished. When I was done, I shook it and started putting it away when she said, "Don't put it away yet.  I've never seen a real one".  Well now it started growing.  I took my hand away and let her watch as it stiffened.  Her curiosity grew and she asked, "Can I touch it"?  At this point it leaped to its full length of 6 inches.  (Yea, I know.  I wasn’t hung like a horse, but it got bigger when I got older.)

I nodded and Sara dropped to her knees and stared for another minute before delicately wrapping her hand around it. This was heaven.  The last time anyone else ever touched my dick was when I was a child being taught how to bath myself. Sara began talking and asking questions.

"Does this hurt?  Is it OK?  I've only heard about boys things and once saw a photo of a man and a woman naked.  I've never seen my dad.  He's always so careful.  I've tried sneaking peeks, but never could.  Does this feel good to you?  Is this what they call a hand job?" I was mesmerized. I just let her talk.  But I had to answer the last question.

You have to move your hand up and down for it to be a hand job" I said with a shaky voice. She started moving a little.  "Stroke it up and down with a firm grip, but not too tight."  She was now doing a good job and I knew I wouldn't last long.  I could already feel the tingling.  "I going to cum soon" I said taking short breaths.  She continued stroking and looked briefly up into my eyes, which were gazing on her small hand pumping my cock.

"What's cum mean?  Should I stop?"  Just then I shot a thick rope that just missed her face. She jumped back, but kept stroking as I moaned loudly. Another string shot out and again missed her.  Then a few short shots dribbled down her hand. The sensitivity was intense and I asked her to stop rubbing.  She was smiling and looking at the cum on her hand. Cautiously she moved he hand closer, smelled the cum, then took a lick. My cock was just starting to deflate when she licked up all the cum off her hand. Then she looked at the deflating rod and swiped her tongue along the underside scooping as much cum as she could. Now I'm back to full attention and throbbing like an angry bull’s heart.

"You really don't know what cum is?” I asked. She looked up. I know this sounds dumb, but I don't know hardly anything about sex, except a little I've overheard at summer girls school", she said pouting.  Although she was somewhat embarrassed, it was apparent she figured this was her best chance to learn about sex.  And my wheels started turning full speed as I figured this was my best chance to try sex and do some exploring of my own.

"Did you like the taste?" I asked. "Yea, it tastes good. So what is cum?”  I explained briefly and asked if she ever rubbed herself down there and got wet.  Sara blushed and nodded yes. I asked if she ever had an orgasm.  She looked puzzled, so I explained boy and girl orgasms as best I could. "I don't think I ever had one of those" she said disappointedly.

"Have you ever heard of a blow job?" I asked. "Yea, but I don't know what it is or how to do it" she answered.  "Will you teach me?"  I just about fell over. Will I teach her? I never had one, but sure I would teach her. "Well, you're already past the first step.  You like the taste of cum and you already licked it.  So let's get the lesson started. Lick it some more, like a lollipop."

Sara smiled and started. She licked all over my hard cock, even hit my balls a few times. I never felt anything like it and she was very into it.  Trying so hard to pleasure me, to learn, to experience.  Asking nothing in return.  But I'd help her out later.  Right now I just wanted to cum in a mouth for the first time.

"Sara, take the tip in your mouth and gently suck.  That's great.  Now start moving your mouth up and down, like what you did with your hand.  Oh that is wonderful.  That's it, move your tongue around as you bob up & down. Ahh... that's fucking perfect." My heart was beating loud and my breath was short. I was getting close when Sara grabbed my cock and started stroking it as she bobbed her head.  The feeling came back and I let loose. Her eyes widened and then she started sucking harder.  Spurt after spurt I filled her sumptuous mouth with my cum and she didn't miss a drop.

I was surprised at Sara’s level of innocence and inexperience, so much more so than my own.  I had never had any sexual experiences with girls, but I did know a lot more than Sara.  I had been experimenting with my body for a couple of years. When I had my first wet dream, which I found out later was just pre-cum, I examined it under my microscope.  I smelled it and tasted it. I saw some squiggly things through the lens.  I was able to learn a little about our bodies from medical & health books at the library, and of course from asking some older kids in the neighborhood.  You didn’t ask sex questions from your parents in the 1950’s.  And then here was Sara.  Didn’t have a clue.  Knew so little, but was curious enough to now want to learn.  I suspected a protected existence out in the country with her affluent parents.

Sara pulled away and let my cock fall from her mouth.  I could see she was swirling her tongue around, savoring the taste, then she opened her mouth and started blowing cum bubbles.  After a moment swallowed with a big gulp and we both started laughing loudly.  I pulled her from her knees and kissed her on the lips, the first real kiss for both of us.  She pulled away for a moment then kissed me hard.  Our tongues began parting each others lips.  I could taste the remnants of my explosion as our tongues explored. 

I began pushing back, then held her in a sensitive hug.  “We should be getting back to the cottage.  They’ll be getting worried.” She whispered in my ear.  It was getting late, after 11:00pm.  I kissed her ear and nodded. “But we have three more days and I want to learn more.  OK?” she yearned.

“Yea Sara.  I think we’ll both learn a lot more this weekend.”

(The end… Part 2 if you wish!)