Happy Days

At age 17 (in 1956) something happened that changed the
lives of my twin sister, a few of our friends and me of
course. I have tried to be honest in this story, but
have used some 'poetic license' wherever it was needed.
Conversations are not totally as the words were indeed
spoken, but the content is very close.

The first time I wrote this story, it was my first
writing attempt. Many things were left out. I am taking
my time and trying to recreate the entire story. I have
changed the names of my characters not because any of
them might object, but because I respect their privacy.
Yes all six of us are (or were) real people. We are
still very close to this day.

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*** Chapter One - It All Begins

The 50's were a wonderful time to be a teenager. I feel
so fortunate to have been one during that truly 'Happy
Days' era.

I honestly can't remember a time in my life when I
didn't like sex or at least have sexual thoughts. My
earliest recollections were with Sharon, the girl
across the street, along with my twin sister Ellen. We
were all 6 years old, Sharon being about 2 months
younger than Ellen and myself; I was the oldest by 15
minutes.

We lived in a fairly rural area. Every yard was on at
least an acre of property. We played at Sharon's
because she had more trees and buildings in her yard,
plus her yard was all fenced in. Her mother liked
having us around to keep her company and would make
sure we had plenty of Kool-Aid to drink.

As I said, we were all 6 years old. I was born in 1939,
so this was about 1946. I don't ever remember Sharon's
mom coming out to see if we were okay. I guess the
sound of us laughing and chatting was all she needed to
keep 'an eye on us.'

We mostly played in her sandbox and in the playhouse
her dad had built for her. It was in this playhouse
that we discovered a new game, 'Doctor'. I was the
doctor and the girls traded places being the nurse and
patient.

When a patient came in, she had to remove her clothes,
and the doctor would 'examine' her. We had a plastic
stethoscope, and we would use ice-cream sticks to
examine down throats. The examinations would always end
with the doctor checking the patient's pee-pee.
We played enough times that after the first day I could
tell that there was a difference between Ellen's and
Sharon's. Not a lot of difference, but enough. This was
really neat.

I mentioned this about the third time Ellen was the
patient, and asked my nurse to remove her clothes to
see for herself. The person who says when you've seen
one, you've seen them all was wrong. Even the two of
them noticed small differences. Ellen seemed to have
small folds of skin that stuck between her 'crack' (or
between her two outer lips) while Sharon's just came
together very smoothly.

The girls were getting tired of this game for the time
being and insisted that since the doctor was always
seeing their pee-pee's, they should get a chance to see
his. For Ellen this was no big deal. She and I were
still taking baths together. But Sharon was an only
child, so she had never seen anything like what I had,
not even her father's by accident.

I pulled off my pants and took off my shirt, standing
before the two of them in my shoes and socks. Sharon
was really intrigued; this was something she couldn't
believe existed. I remember her touching it and jumping
when it moved, I don't remember if it moved because her
hand was cold, or just because she touched it. When she
jumped back, she and Ellen started to laugh. So Ellen
touched it and again it moved on it's own. I sure
wasn't doing anything. Again they both laughed.

It was about this time because of the several glasses
of Kool-Aid I had that I had to go pee. I couldn't go
into the house because I didn't have clothes on, and I
couldn't go in the Playhouse.

The playhouse was built with a front door that could be
seen from the back porch of the real house, and a back
door that looked on to the garage. There was grass
between the garage and it. So I opened the back door
and was holding my self in preparation to go. Both
girls ran to see what I was doing. I remember telling
them I had to go pee. They wanted to watch since I had
something to hang onto when I went. They oo'ed and
aw'ed as the steady stream squirted out of my full inch
of manliness.

Nothing much happened the rest of the day. But from
that time on, playing doctor always included the doctor
getting undressed for the two nurses. We never
considered that one of them could be the doctor.

One day, because I had peed again in front of the two
of them, Sharon got brave and said she had to go too.
Ellen agreed that she had to go. I went first and after
I finished I was shaking the last drops out. Neither of
the girls had seen me do this the first time, so this
was a novelty to them.

Sharon decided she was going to try to go standing up
like I did. She tried but it was such an unfamiliar
position for her, she just couldn't go. So she squatted
down and went. When she was finished, she shook her
rear end, to try to get the last drops out. Ellen asked
her what she was doing, and she told her.

Ellen thought this was great, so she squatted down and
let a solid stream go. When she was finished she
reached down and pushed on her pussy to try to get the
last drops out. Sharon and I didn't realize it at the
time, but Ellen's had had hit a sensitive spot and she
really enjoyed the feeling.

A few days later, when we were together again, Mrs.
Meyer's (Sharon's mother) had to go to the store, and
would be gone for a while. She knew we would be fine.
It was a warm day and we all had been drinking a lot of
punch, I mean a lot. Within a few minutes of Mrs. Meyer
driving out of the yard we were all nude and all had to
go. We really got brave and went between the playhouse
and the garage out into the open in our 'one button
suits'. Sharon just couldn't hold it any longer. She
hated squatting, so she sat on the edge of a wooden box
and spread her legs. I was so fascinated when I saw her
pee leave her pussy. It was really neat. I didn't
understand why it was so neat, but it was. Ellen liked
the position on the box, so she pulled another box over
and facing Sharon she spread her legs and let loose.

It was while watching them that I realized that not
only did their pee-pee's look different, but they
'piddled' different too. Sharon's pee kind of flooded
out of her, while Ellen's shot out like mine.

Really strange, and I pointed this out to them. Sharon
had never noticed anything unusual. Neither did Ellen.
They had never watched another girl go before, so the
way they peed was the way they thought every woman did.
I have learned over the years that not all women do in
fact pee the same. They even make different sounds when
the pee, or I should say the sound of their peeing is
different one from another.

This was so much fun that none of us could wait until
we had to go again. That time came soon enough.

Sharon had to go again. Her mother still hadn't come
back home so we had been playing in the protected area
all this time without our clothes on. She went over to
her new 'potty seat' and was ready to go again. I
stopped her and pointed out for Ellen and her to pay
close attention to the difference between their peeing.

And then I did something that I had not even done while
playing doctor. Sharon sat on the edge of the box with
her legs spread. She was ready to go. Then I reached my
hands down and spread the lips of her pussy apart.

I had never touched her or Ellen that way before and
don't know why I did it, but I did. Sharon instead of
being upset just looked up at me and smiled. While I
was holding her two lips apart, I could see where the
pee was coming from. It was a little hole just like the
one at the end of my pee-pee. I called Ellen over to
look and she was absolutely shocked. She never imagined
that that was where it came from. She had never seen
hers of course and never even thought about it. Sharon
wanted to see the pee come out of Ellen's hole, so she
had me hold Ellen's lips apart.

I had mentioned the differences between the two
pussies, well the location of their urethras were also
slightly different. Ellen's hole was much closer to the
top than Sharon's and when I was holding her 'lips'
apart, there was more 'meat' there. She seemed to have
two sets of lips. I held them apart as she let loose a
solid stream. With my help, she could pee almost as far
as I could.

The only other games we ever played with peeing was
seeing if we could pee together and all hit the same
area. We gathered in a circle and tried to splash our
streams together.

I don't know what stopped us from our games; I guess it
was the summer ending and school starting.

Ellen and I continued to bath together until we were 8.
Mom never saw any harm in it.

We also shared the same bedroom until we were 9. Twins
seem to be very close even when they are opposite sex
twins. This was very much the case with Ellen and
myself (and still is today). Most of the nights, we
would end up in bed together. We just seemed to sleep a
lot better when we were there together.

Both of us give off a lot of body heat when we are
asleep. Mom made me wear flannel pajamas, and Ellen
wore an ankle length flannel nightgown. So in our sleep
we would get rid of the extra clothing. I would wake up
in the morning with the two of us snuggled together.
The most sexual part of this was as I was getting my
"little-boy hard ons" Ellen developed a habit of
reaching down and hanging on to it. I also developed a
habit of resting my hand on her pussy and sometimes
between her legs. I never remember penetrating it with
my fingers, and I don't think either one of us knew
what we were doing or why we were doing it.

We were never caught in bed together. Dad used to call
us from downstairs to wake us up, while mom was fixing
breakfast.

The big change came in 1948. My dad was extremely good
with his hands. When he got out of the Navy, he
mortgaged our home and built a small fabrication shop
in town. When we started school, mom would work in the
office for him. We would go from school to the shop and
ride home from there.

Dad's business grew very rapidly. His skill and mom's
integrity with customers were an unbeatable team. I
should give some time about my mother because it
explains a lot about my early teen years.

My mother was a devout Christian lady. We went to
Sunday school, and then church every Sunday, and back
for the "evening service", and every Wednesday for "mid
week service". Our church didn't allow for smoking,
drinking, dancing, etc. They were strict. Mother used
to make it a point to tithe 10% of the family business'
income to the church. It seemed to work, because we
made really big money all the time I was growing up.

He started the business in 1945, and by 1948, we had
enough money to have a swimming pool built in our
backyard. Not only that, but a small 'guest house' was
built next to the pool. This was to be my residence
until I left for Dental School. My 'digs' consisted of
a living room, with a small kitchen, and a wonderful
bedroom. The only restrictions for me were to not touch
the stove; I could decorate my room any way I wanted.
There was another door from my room that led to a large
bathroom. It was oversized because it had a second
door, which led to the pool and was used as a dressing
room and bathroom for anyone using the pool.

Next to my bed was a vent on the floor between the
bathroom and my bedroom. If I would lie on my stomach,
I had an unobstructed view of the bathroom. I could see
the toilet, door, and front of the shower. I could also
hear everything that went on in the bathroom.

This had some great moments for me too. I soon became a
real live peeping tom. Mother had a bunch of the ladies
over from church when we first built the pool.

I was asked to stay in my room while the ladies were
using the pool. Her church did not allow 'mixed
bathing' among single people. I guess I might see
something I wasn't allowed to see.

I stayed in my room and lay down by the grill. I did
see more than I was supposed to see. I couldn't believe
that they all had to completely undress from their
swimsuits, just to take a pee (guys are so lucky).
There were about a dozen of them that first day, and I
saw all dozen at least two or three times.

The only negative was that these were all old women in
their late twenties and early thirties. I really
couldn't wait until some young ones came in. This was
the first time I ever saw pubic hair on women. A couple
of them showered, and that was another treat. I did get
very hard when they peeled off their suits and just
stood there in the nude.

I also learned a couple other things that day. Not all
women sound the same when they pee. And when a woman
shits, it doesn't smell any nicer than when a man
shits. The grill worked both ways and I would catch the
fragrance as it drifted through the grill. This was
also the first time in my life I ever saw a woman
change her Kotex, and tampon. The pastor's wife came
into the bathroom. She hadn't been swimming with the
others and was dressed in a Sundress. I saw her lift up
her dress and pull down her panties. I was surprised
that she too had pubic hair, and that she wore regular
panties like the other women. But instead of sitting on
the toilet, she squatted in front of it and I thought
she was going to play with herself. But soon I saw her
pull this white thing out of herself.

It was a string with something white on the end. I
couldn't tell at the time, but it did look like there
was blood on it. Then I saw her reach in her purse for
this tube and push the tube inside of herself. This was
really a weird behavior for the pastor's wife. She
wrapped the white thing in toilet paper and tossed it
into my trashcan.

There was one other woman who did something weird.

When she came in to pee, she had a big bandage under
her panties. It was pinned to an elastic band around
her waste. She peed and then took the old bandage off
the elastic and got a new one from her purse and
replaced it. She wrapped the old one in toilet paper
and tossed it into my trashcan. I remember wondering
how she got hurt 'down there' that she would be
bleeding. I had not been told about periods yet.

When the 'party' was over and everyone had gone, I
locked the door to the outside (this was what I was
supposed to do anyway), and looked at the trashcan. I
saw the two bundles of wrapped toilet paper. Filled
with curiosity, I unwrapped the large one. As I had
suspected, there was blood on it. I also saw two pubic
hairs stuck to the sides and so I removed them and
carried them to a safe place. I returned and saw what
the pastor's wife had removed from herself. It was
really bloody. I remember thinking to myself that she
deserved that for shoving that tube inside of herself.
She shouldn't be putting things up there like that;
they could hurt her even worse.

If there was a non-church group using the pool, I could
join in. I would swim for a while and usually excuse
myself to go to my viewing room.

My first real lesson in sex came from my cousin
Delores. I had three female cousins (on my dad's side
of the family), two older than me and one my age.

Delores was 5 years older than me. I had turned ten and
she was 15. Rita was 3 years older and Corine was two
months younger.

We were swimming one day when I got out of the pool and
laid on the grass. For some reason my cock decided to
get erect. Delores came by me and looked down at my
trunks. "What's that all about Bill?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, "what?"

"Your peter is big and erect. Why?"

"Oh that. I don't know why." This wasn't the truth
completely.

I had an idea why because of what I had learned from my
friends. But a boner was worthless to me. I couldn't
pee when it was hard, and you certainly couldn't run
with one.

Ellen, Rita and Corine were still in the pool. Delores
was baby-sitting us this particular afternoon. She told
the girls that she had to help me with my homework and
didn't want us interrupting. With that she made me go
to my room and followed me in locking the door behind
her.

"You do know what a hard peter is for don't you? Come
on, the truth. I want you to know."

"Well. It's for making babies in women."

"How is that done," she asked.

"I think the man touches his thing against the woman's
and squirts some stuff on it."

"That's close, but not quite complete. Take off your
trunks."

I was shocked. I hadn't undressed in front of a girl
for a couple of years now, or almost. But she
persisted, so I removed them. By now I was soft again.

But Delores sat on the bed and made me stand in front
of her. She proceeded to play with my cock. I had to
admit it felt really good. It was cold from the water
and her hands were warm. And then she bent down and
kissed it. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but
it did feel nice. She then put it in her mouth and
started to suck on it. Now she was doing something that
was totally nasty. I peed from that, and she was
putting it in her mouth. "You shouldn't put that in
your mouth," I told her.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes"

"Grown up women always do that for their men."

I guess I could get used to that. I know my cock could
get used to it, because it was really getting big.

When it got really big, Delores took her suit off. By
now I had seen a lot of women nude. I was used to the
idea of the existence of pubic hair. "Bill have you
ever seen a woman's pussy before?"

I had, but one -- I wasn't familiar with the term, and
two -- I would never give away my peeping spot, so I
smiled and said, "Of course. Spider was outside near
the pool, sleeping."

Delores laughed out loud. "No. That's a cat. I mean
this," and she rolled onto her back and spread her
legs.

I had seen more than I was supposed to by this age, but
this was even more interesting. It sure looked a whole
lot more complicated than I remembered Ellen's being.

"Take a closer look"

I moved in closer to study the whole picture. I was
close enough that I could smell her. I had never
smelled a woman's pussy before, but no one in the world
needed to tell me what I was smelling, instinct took
over and for the first time in my young life I was
smelling sex, and I loved it.

"You can touch it, if you want to."

If I wanted to? Are you kidding? This was so
fascinating I couldn't believe it. I touched around it
softly and reservedly. It was really wet. I thought she
was peeing on my bed, but I didn't care. "Put your
finger inside."

"Inside?" I thought, "You mean it goes deep inside?
Deep enough for my finger?" Then I remembered the
pastor's wife putting that tube inside of her, and I
moved my finger inside Delores' pussy. What a feeling.
It was wet and warm. Even at my age, I knew this was a
place I wanted to crawl up into and stay for a while.
This felt really neat.

"Are you enjoying yourself Bill?"

I was enthusiastic, "this is wonderful. I can't believe
how nice this feels here. I could keep my finger here
all day."

"A man's finger doesn't go in there. Something else
does. Do you want to try it?"

Delores was not a dog. She was (and still is) a very
beautiful person. She helped me get into position and
with her hand she guided me into her. This was heaven.
I couldn't believe I was actually "fucking a woman."

I did for a while. But I hadn't even wanked off, so I
wasn't sure what to expect from myself. I didn't come
this time, but it was still a great feeling to try.

That was the first time with Delores. There were other
'lessons'. Delores was really popular at school. By the
standards of those days, she was fairly promiscuous.
But by today's standards, she was normal.

Her father, my uncle was Korean, so she had the typical
Eurasian beauty; long black hair, brown eyes, and
delicate facial features.

Over the next few weeks, she became my mentor. The
reason she did this, was the thrill of 'training' a man
the way she wanted him trained. I learned a lot in
those few weeks, and was sworn to total secrecy. I
finally learned what the bandages I had seen women
wearing were all about (I had seen this several times
by now, and had gotten several pubic hairs from them
over the weeks. What I thought I would do with them I
don't know. But I did save them.) and what the tubes
were for.

Delores taught me about oral sex and 'rimming'. She
instructed me in the correct way to masturbate. I was
an eager student.

I have no idea where this would have gone except for
the fact that my aunt and uncle moved to a city some 30
miles away a few month's later. I do know that this
threw Delores for a massive loss. She was really
popular at high school and now she was starting all
over. Her grades fell, her attitude got bad, and she
got pregnant. In those days, pregnancy out of wedlock
was a mortal sin. I give my mother a lot of credit.

Even though this was totally against everything she
believed in, she was the most understanding and
supportive of Delores. When the baby was born, she was
the one who helped Delores raise her daughter.

We had a big birthday party a few years ago for
Delores. She turned 60 (Sept. 1994). I was able to get
'back home' to attend. She was the one who picked me up
at the airport. On our way back down along the San
Francisco bay on the peninsula, she got off the freeway
and pulled in front of a small home.

"I need to check on Jennifer's home. Why don't you come
with me while I check to see if everything is all
right. She is in Europe for a few weeks and I promised
to water the lawn and flowers and check the house."

Delores had been divorced from Ron for almost ten
years. He had been a heavy drinker, and I was to find
out he had been impotent for the last 15 years. Before
we went into the house, Delores turned on the
sprinklers, "we need to stay here for a little while so
the lawn can get watered."

I was soon to find out that this was a well-conceived
plan by her.

She made it very obvious that she wanted something
physical from me.

"Do you remember when we were kids? And all the things
I taught you about sex? I was curious if you have used
those skills and learned some new ones."

She didn't give me a chance to answer. She was
practically undressed while she was talking to me.
Time has been known to rob the human body of some of
its esthetic beauty. Wrinkles have been known to creep
onto the human flesh, parts of the body sag a bit more,
and a layer of fat can be seen to exist in some areas
never before occupied by it. But for her age, Delores
was exquisite. If there was a centerfold for an AARP
magazine, she was the candidate for the year.

Her breasts showed absolutely little if any sag. They
were always nicely shaped anyway, but they seemed
almost youthful. She had a very small number of stretch
marks (after 4 babies). As she pulled off her panties
to reveal her bush I could plainly see that her hair
was being nicely dyed. Her pubic hair was 'salt and
pepper'