Unique Ignorance, Part One

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A Naughty Weekend in the Olden Days.

Looking back through my diary, as I do from time to time, I find that 55 years ago this week, I
was involved in a very naughty weekend.
On a Wednesday evening I went along to the Tramping Club’s meeting. (Tramping in this
country is probably what in other countries is known as hiking, but here hiking is regarded as
‘soft’ tramping, and ‘tramping’ is for the extremely fit, involving 12 hour days of
uphill/downhill, river crossings, perhaps rock climbing and mountaineering, and in all
weathers). The trips for the coming weekend were beyond my fitness levels, so I hadn’t put
my name in for any of them. A small group of people were in a similar situation and we
seemed to gravitate during the meeting toward each other. I vaguely knew only Sue, one of
the ladies in this small gathering; there were 2 other girls and 2 other blokes. One of the
blokes and one of the girls were a couple - Julie and Mark.
We were just chatting, probably about Tramping Club matters, or the mountains, or our last
tramps or whatever, when it was determined that all 6 of us were at a loose end this coming
weekend and we’d appreciate a short tramp into the hills, perhaps together.
One of the girls said something like, “Why don’t we all head off to the Orongorongo Hut for
a dirty weekend.”
This hut is about 2 hours in from a road end along an aptly named track known as “The Gut
Buster”. There are 2 huts at the end of the track, each will sleep about 25 people , both
reached by crossing the Orongorongo River. (Go ahead - Google it.) One of the huts is
administered by this tramping club. The other is about the same size, in the same condition
and looked after by a different club. They are about 1 kilometre apart. We checked with the
Hut Booking Officer and the hut was vacant, so, as a group, we booked it. This meant no
other group could book it, but individual, itinerant trampers were still free to call in if
passing, and use it.
The dirty weekend was enthusiastically agreed.
I collected the other girl from her place - way across town and we met at Sue’s place on
Friday night as she lives only about 10 km from the start of the Gut Buster, and made our way
in the dark along the track. We had all traversed this track may times before as it was the
main access track into some serious back-country. We arrived at the hut, lit a candle or 2, and
prepared ourselves for the evening by laying out the sleeping bags and the blankets. Sue put
her bedding next to mine, and the couple who came as a couple arranged their stuff in a
similar manner. I could tell who I was going to be coupling with.
The other lad made his bed in a spot on its own and we then noticed the third girl was quite
bewildered as to what was happening. The talk between four of us (me, Julie, Mark and Sue)
was about sex and fornication and genitals and birth control, and condoms and grinding and
coupling and fucking. The third lad (whose name I don’t remember) was very quiet, but we
expected he’d take up with the third girl. He didn’t. That girl, Enid, was full of questions for
Sue and me, and it quickly dawned on us that she was not only a virgin, she had absolutely no
idea about sex. It had never dawned on her, ever, as to what the difference was between a
man and a woman. She had no never dreamed that between her legs she had a birth canal, nor
was she aware that between my legs was an instrument built for filling a birth canal. She had
no conception of how conception took place, and what’s more, had never in her life given it
any thought.
(She told me later that she had never known why she bled for 3 or 4 days each month. I was
able to put her straight on that one. She said when it first happened she thought she was
mortally injured in some unknown way. Her mother noticed the situation and threw a box of
tampons at her, saying ‘Here, read the instructions and use one of these’, but didn’t do any
explaining.)
I guess she was probably about the same age as we all were, and we marvelled at how
someone could live for that long in such complete ignorance.
The lad crawled into his sleeping bag and turned his back on the rest of us.
Julie and Mark were into their rumpy-pumpy, and were at it for most of the rest of the night.
However, Enid’s curiosity was greatly aroused. She stood over Sue and I while we played and
fucked, shining her torch at our nethers, asking question after question. We both thought this
was a big turn on and we tried to explain everything each time she asked. She was obviously
very fascinated. We were putting on a marathon performance. She learned how twats get wet,
that a cock will squirt and then go limp for a short while, why a condom is necessary and how
to put it on, where a clitoris is and what it’s for. (Given my age and experience, I was a bit
unsure about this myself and never really understood it for another couple of years.) Actually,
it was quite fun. We could not convince her of the advantages of joining in and learning from
personal experience. All in due course. During the evening we emphasised the sheer joy of it
all - the kind of inner happiness and release unable to be experienced in other way. One’s
pants must come off or she would never know. But no. She was not doing the practical that
night.
After we exhausted ourselves (and each other) we slept until about mid-morning.
Hey! The lad was gone. Packed up and left without a word. Now there were just 5 of us.
During Saturday we recuperated and refreshed ourselves. There’s no showing any bare skin
during daylight hours in the Orongorongos, the sandflies will eat everything they can get their
teeth into.
After a hearty meal we had a full discussion in the candlelight about sex and what may have
become of the lad, and answering all sorts of questions from Enid. We asked Enid how she
felt about the great discovery of her lifetime, that men and women get so close to each other
that they actually trade body fluids. She admitted to not getting much sleep overnight as her
mind tried to sort through her new-found knowledge. She’d got very wet between the legs,
but she knew it wasn’t because she’d peed. Her stomach had got sort of tight and her breasts
had felt swollen and hot. She’d figured that she was going to have to try this out for herself,
but she was adamant it wasn’t going to happen this weekend. She was talking very openly,
and we gave her direct answers to her quizzing.
We decided to get back into what the purpose of our stay in the hut was.
We got back into our ‘beds’ and Enid arranged the candles for better vision as to what was
going to occur
Again she was all eyes, and we eventually talked her into doing a bit of touching of our
bodies. At one stage she was massaging one of Sue’s tits and stroking my balls, but she was
very timid and self-conscious about it. It was still a thrill for Sue and me to have an onlooker
- it was a first for both of us to put on a bit of a show.
Sue suggested we show Enid the power behind a squirting cock. So my first ejaculation that
night was as a result of Sue wanking me slowly and gently, right in front of Enid’s face. With
no condom, when I eventually shot my man-juice it powered quite a distance out of the knob.
Enid squealed and was completely wowed . She watched me massage my cum into Sue’s
breasts. Enid was still not letting herself get physically involved - I would have loved to have
squirted onto her chest and rubbed the cum into her breasts. But there was no touching
permitted.
I’d taken a couple of dozen condoms with me, and by about midnight I’d run out. Mark
admitted to running out the night before, but he and Julie kept shagging anyway.
So, we came to the end of our steamy sex session.
End of Part One