Jennifer's Story:
Ice Cream and Fresh Cream Looking back on my years visiting the Willamettans Club as a teenager, I can see that it formed the basis of my sexuality in a fantastically positive way. I was very surprised when my mother and father joined the Club and we began attending regularly. I had always been a very uninhibited girl, preferring to go naked whenever I could, and both my parents felt the same way: during the summertime we almost never wore clothes inside the house, and I was already comfortable with naked adults by the time I first attended the Club. I had a fundamental awareness of sexuality from my parents, but our own interactions never went beyond naked cuddling, although I found that very comforting in its own right. At the Willamettans Club it was an entirely different story, as several of the adult men took an immediate liking to me and would spend countless hours with me, playing outdoors, swimming, just showering me with attention. I recall that when I visited the Club, I often would go a day or more without even seeing my parents, as I was well-taken care of by the other members.
One particular man who loved taking care of me at the Club was Derek. He was about the same age as my father, if I recall correctly, and I began to look forward to seeing him whenever we came to the Club. On one of the stays he asked my parents if he could take me home for dinner and have me sleep over with him. My parents were delighted to have some more private time alone, and I was thrilled to have a new adult who wanted to spend more time with me. I still remember that time walking away from my parents, Derek holding my hand as my stubby legs almost ran to keep up with him. We had fun food for dinner that night, hot dogs and ketchup, plus lots of ice cream, and while we were eating dinner in his cabin, I first noticed that Derek's penis had become quite erect. I had seen erect penises before around the Club so I didn't think much of it.
After our first small bowl of ice cream Derek asked me if he could put some ice cream in my lap to eat it, and I thought that was kind of strange, but I agreed. He told me to lie back in the chair and put my legs together, and he took a spoon and put a small dollop of ice cream right at the top of my juicy pussy mound, right where the smooth skin bulged out above my vulva slit. I remember giggling because it felt so cold and urging Derek to eat it quickly, but he said we had to wait for it to melt a little bit. I remember as we sat there together watching the tiny dollop of vanilla ice cream melting in my lap, Derek did something I'd never seen before: he put his hand around his erect penis and begin rubbing it up and down.
It seemed like a very natural thing to do as we watched the ice cream melting in my lap, and then he said "Okay, time to eat!" and put his head down into my lap. I shrieked with delight as Derek snaked his tongue out and slurped up the ice cream from my little puffy wet pussy. His tongue felt warm and sticky as he slurped around and lapped up the melted ice cream, and then when he came up smiled and said "More!" and spooned out another small dollop. With one hand still working up and down on his stiff penis, Derek tipped the spoon and the ice cream fell into my lap, melting in the same spot the previous ice cream had melted, and running down either side of my plump mound, trickling into the crack formed between my thigh and my pussy, and running down between my legs.
Derek waited longer this time, all the while rubbing his penis up and down while we watched the ice cream melt, and then I said "It's dripping down!" and spread my legs to see where the ice cream was going. It was drooling down on either side of my tight slit, the slit where my piss came out of. Derek said "Ooop, I better catch it!" and put his mouth down again between my legs. This time Derek took even longer, and his mouth felt even better than before. Derek licked and slurped all over where the ice cream had melted and cleaned all of it up, then started working his tongue down between my legs, chasing the sticky droplets down to the chair I sat on. I still remember fondly that incredible feeling of wetness and warmth as he sucked and licked my pussy, and the amazing sight of looking down and seeing a grown man's mouth working over my juicy girlie genitals.
At one point Derek looked up from my lap and asked me if I liked it and I nodded, and then he told me that he loved me very much and that I was a very good girl to let him eat his ice cream like this. I giggled because when he talked his breath tickled between my legs, and I tried to close my legs but they bumped against his cheeks. Derek went back to kissing between my legs and that made me giggle even more and I sighed and laid back more, spreading my legs so he could kiss and lick even more down between my legs. Finally Derek said that he had to make some very special fresh cream for me, and I asked if he meant more ice cream. He shook his head and said "No, this is special Derek Cream, and I'm going to make it especially for Jennifer... is Jennifer ready?"
I nodded and Derek smiled and stood up from between my legs, pushing his hips up between my legs. His penis seemed different from before, as he continued rubbing it, but a lot faster now. The end of his penis was all red and swollen-looking and Derek's face was also read and he was grunting and panting like he was having a difficult time picking up something heavy. "Jennifer, are you ready for your fresh cream?" he asked. I nodded and looked up at his face, then back down at his penis. Suddenly I saw something amazing happen: Derek's penis bulged in his hand and a giant spurt of white cream came shooting out of the end of it! Derek gasped and grunted and pointed is penis down at my lap as more squirts of his fresh cream came out. He was saying funny things like "Making fresh cream for my sweet sexy Jennifer... oh yes, good my Jennifer gonna soak up Derek's fresh cream, " and I recall being amazed at how much squirted out!
When Derek was finally done making fresh cream, I looked down at my lap and saw it was splattered everywhere! Unlike the ice cream, this cream felt warm and sticky, and I put my finger out and swirled it around in the cream, some of which had actually splashed up on my belly. "There's my fresh cream for juicy Jennifer, " said Derek with a smile, and I saw that his penis wasn't quite as long as before, but it still looked kinda red on the end. Derek asked me if I wanted to try tasting his cream, and he picked some of it up on his finger and offered it to me. I tried tasting his cream and it was sort of salty, and I told him that it tasted okay, but that I preferred ice cream.
That night I slept with Derek in his cabin and we snuggled together naked all night long. I remember having really wonderful dreams that night, because Derek cuddled with me all night long. I remember waking up and feeling Derek's hands rubbing my body, and when we woke up in the morning we cuddled a lot more together, and he made me feel really happy and warm inside. In the years to come, Derek remained my favorite friend at the Club. We went on to have more and more different kinds of sexual interactions, and finally on my tenth birthday, which we hosted at the Willamettans Club, Derek took me to his cabin for the night and took my cherry, but that's a story for another time!!
Michelle's Story:
Drinking Fountains The first time I ever saw a drinking fountain was at the Willamettans Club. Back in the 1960s drinking fountains were still fairly rare, not scattered on every street corner the way they are today, and the Club had plenty of them around their facilities, to promote better hydration and health among their fitness-oriented membership. I'm not sure what it was about drinking fountains, but they fascinated me. There was something magical about the way the water would squirt up in a giant arc, about how you were supposed to almost "kiss" the stream and try and suck it into your mouth. I remember spending hours fooling around with the fountains at the Club, much to the amusement of my parents and other adults. They'd never seen a girl so fascinated by such a simple thing.
I think I was a teenager at the time. There was one fountain in particular that I liked to drink from. It was located in a slightly-more secluded area, so that when I played and drank here, I wouldn't have the constant interruption and commentary of every adult who saw me at the fountain. One day I was playing at this fountain, turning the stream on and off, drinking little small sips, when a nice man named Lonnie came up and asked what I was doing. I'd seen him around the Club before and he had never laughed at me for playing with the water fountains, so I explained to him that I really liked playing with drinking fountains. "I see!" said Lonnie. "You must drink a lot of water, huh?" I nodded. "Does that mean you have to tinkle a lot?" he asked with a great big smile. I remember looking at him funny because he had asked such a strange question, and I noticed for the first time that his penis was starting to get longer while he talked with me. "Uh huh, " I replied absently.
Suddenly the thought of going to the bathroom made me realize that I had to go, and I stepped down from the water fountain and said "Um, I have to go piss now!" "Really?" said Lonnie with a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, why don't you come to my room... you can make tinkle there." Turns out his room was only two doors away, and when we got inside he led me into the bathroom and sat himself down on the floor right in front of the toilet. I must have hesitated, because it seemed sort of strange to have a man sitting right on the floor in front of where I was going to sit down and make my tinkle, but Lonnie just sat there and gestured at the commode and said "Go ahead sweetie, let your tinkle out..." As I sat down and straddled the toilet I saw that Lonnie was looking right down between my legs, and as I squatted and spread my legs wide across the bowl, I realized that he could see everything down between my legs, and this was one of my first instances of self-awareness from a body standpoint.
While I felt very exposed sitting there in front of Lonnie, it also felt very natural and comfortable, and even very flattering to have Lonnie looking at my body with such interest. I balanced there for several seconds, getting my bottom comfortable over toilet. Because it was an adult-sized toilet I was perched a bit awkwardly towards the back, to support my bottom and keep me from falling into the bowl, as I was only four feet tall at the time. Lonnie smiled and just kept staring between my legs, and I noticed now that he had one of his hands wrapped around his penis and was rubbing it up and down, something I'd never seen anyone doing before.
I'd seen plenty of erections before so I was familiar with the fact that Lonnie's penis was now completely stiff, but I'd never seen a man stroking o rubbing his erection like Lonnie was doing as he sat on the floor in front of the toilet watching me try to make peepee. As soon as my pee started squirting out Lonnie leaned in further and started saying things like "Oh yes, so much peepee!" and "Oh Shelly, you're such a pretty beautiful sweet girl!" I giggled because it was funny to have Lonnie looking between my legs while my peepee squirted out into the bowl, but still, there I was and Lonnie seemed to enjoy it as well. I peed for what seemed like several minutes, and towards the end of it I saw that Lonnie's face was getting all red and he was breathing funny.
When my peepee stopped coming out he grabbed a wad of toilet paper with his other hand and reached down between my legs. He partially sat up at that point so he could reach under far enough and I felt him wipe the paper up and down my pussy, then drop it into the toilet. Using his bare hand now Lonnie gently touched all around my bare teenager pussy, while his other hand pumped furiously up and down on his cock. His face was completely red and he was sweating now so I asked him "Are you okay Lonnie?" and he nodded quickly and kept touching me really gently all over between my legs, rubbing his fingertip up and down along my pussy crack.
All of a sudden Lonnie gasped out "Coming!" and I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but seconds later I saw his cock erupt, and he thrust it towards me as I sat there straddling the toilet. I had no idea what was going on, but I recall watching in fascination as Lonnie ejaculated onto my legs, splattering some of his thick milky liquids on my stomach, splashing most of it onto my thighs and pussy, all the while grunting and groaning and telling me what a good girl I was. When Lonnie was done he sat back down on the floor and began thanking me. "Oh Shelly, thank you so much making tinkle for me, sweetie!" he said emphatically, smiling and using some more toilet paper to wipe the creamy white droplets off my legs. "What was that?"
I asked curiously, since I'd seen men make their peepee before, and yet the peepee I had seen was quite different from this white stuff that Lonnie had just squirted out. "That's special cream sweetie, " explained Lonnie as he wiped up the last few sticky droplets from my legs and flushed the toilet. "Go ahead and get up sweetie, I have to make tinkle now." I hopped up from the commode and Lonnie struggled to his feet. I saw that his penis was slowly withering now, starting to sag towards the floor more. He stood up facing the toilet and grunted for a moment, then he turned to me and said "Hey, I have an idea... you like drinking fountains, right Shelly?" I nodded. "Well, do you want to play a game?" "Sure!" I said eagerly. "We can play that my penis is a drinking fountain... would you like to play that game?" "Huh?!" I said incredulously.
"Watch, here, I'll sit at the edge of the tub, you go ahead and get into the tub." Lonnie stepped into the bathtub and sat down on the edge, turned around and lifted me up and over so now I stood in the tub. "Go ahead and hold it in your hand, " he instructed. I tentatively reached out and touched Lonnie's penis, awkwardly gripping the rubbery adult dingus in my tiny hand. "It feels hot!" I said with surprise, and I heard Lonnie gasp quietly as I lifted his penis. "Go ahead and hold it up a little like that, and when you say 'ready, ' I'll let the water out and you can drink it, just like a water fountain!" This seemed a bit odd to me, but Lonnie was nice enough so I figured I'd give it a try. "Ready!" I said, when I had leaned my face down to his penis. I heard Lonnie sigh and felt a bulging motion along the underside of his penis, against my fingers. Suddenly a thick yellow stream of urine sprayed out of the tip of Lonnie's penis and spattered against the tiled wall of the tub. "Go ahead, drink fast!" he said as I stared in amazement.
I angled my head down slightly and with my hand aimed his penis more towards my mouth, but totally missed. Hot salty urine sprayed along the underside of my neck and against my cheeks and I shrieked in surprise and jerked back. Lonnie patted my head and urged me to try again, and I suddenly realized that I was fascinated by the sight of his spraying penis held in my hands. It was just like a water fountain, but it was far more personal and special and unique. I re-aimed Lonnie's penis so that the golden liquid came out in a higher arch and leaned my mouth down more carefully, and suddenly I was drinking from Lonnie's 'water fountain!' "Very good sweetie, you're doing it!" he said encouragingly. I felt Lonnie's hands rubbing over my back and down to my bottom as I continued drinking the stream of piss that squirted from his penis. I also felt Lonnie's penis starting to get thicker and longer in my hands, and finally his stream of piss came to an end. I found myself standing there in the bathtub, splattered with warm droplets of Lonnie's piss, wishing that I could turn his fountain back on and keep drinking.
Lonnie explained that he was all done tinkling now, but if I wanted to, we could play the tinkle-fountain game again sometime, and I nodded and said I thought that would be fun. "Do you want to kiss the tinkle-fountain goodbye for now?" asked Lonnie. I nodded and leaned my head down, turning his now-fully-erect penis towards my mouth. "Bye-bye tinkle-fountain!" I said and kissed and I sucked it for a minute or so the end of his swollen hard penis. Lonnie gasped and said "You're such a good tinkle-fountain kisser Shelly!"