?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 has no idea 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. 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. 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. 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.
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.
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.
Next day we tramped back down the track to our vehicles and said good bye to Mark and
Julie. We were exhausted and they admitted to being fucking exhausted too. It was
understandable.
I was to take Edna back home, and drop Sue off at her place.
It was here we found out what had happened to the lad.
Sue’s parents were waiting for us when I turned up. Apparently the lad had visited them
yesterday and told them of all the sinning that we were getting up to, and it was an
abomination in the eyes of the lord. (I knew Enid was watching but I don’t recall anyone
called lord being there to look at us.)
Goodness gracious? Was the dirt in ‘a dirty weekend’ meant to refer to mud or something?
Why did he bother to come to the hut with us? The parents were not at all happy and let us
know. But, as I pointed out to them, we were all over the age of 21, we all went in to the hut
of our own free will - even the lad. What’s a little fornication between friends.
I started out knowing Sue only vaguely, and Enid not at all, but by the end of the weekend I
considered us to be all good friends.
Anyway, I took Enid back to her place and on the way we ruminated on the events of the last couple of days. She asked if we could do the same next weekend - just the 2 of us. I thought “Oi, Oi, Boyo, you’re in. You’re going to be scoring a virgin!”
One of the things I did during the week was buy another couple of dozen condoms.
(Remember this was 55 years ago and oral contraceptives was not yet available except from a doctor and then, only to married women. The rules was that men took care of birth control - no snurve, no nookie.*)
Well, Enid and I got together the following week, but only for one night. And we didn’t go
back to the hut. We intended to. It was a calm warm night so we laid our bedding out in the
grass under a tree at the start of the Gut Buster, and fucked all night. Not much point in
wasting good fucking time by spending 2 hours walking to the hut. Sure, I popped her cherry
and together we had a very good night.
She was only the third girl I’d ever fucked and I know now just how naive I was. I too was
just more or less a beginner. When she pleaded “Hurt me, hurt me, punish me for being so
ignorant, I want to feel pain” I didn’t know how to handle it. All I could think of was to maul
her tits and squeeze her nipples. Nowadays, well, with what I know now, we could have quite a session.
As a post-script; It was just after this that I met my wife and I was never to see Enid again. I
moved out of the area.
About 4 years later I was on a course in Sue’s city and had time to spare, so I gave her a bell.
We met, and we fucked another night away. On this occasion I discovered that she had
developed a particular way of sexual enjoyment. We would have sex in the cowgirl position - her on top. When ever she thought I was about to come, she’d slide off my cock and put her cunt over my mouth. I would bring her to orgasm with my tongue. She’d rest for a minute or 2, during which time I’d go off the boil a bit, then she’d resume straddling my cock. Sometimes it was reverse cowgirl, and this actually was an easier method of getting her clit into my mouth quickly. But it meant she would have about a dozen climaxes to my one, and it meant we could go for hours. And we did.
Ahh! Those were the days.
Just the basic outline of what happened is mentioned in the diary, the details though, I
remember well because of the wonderful events associated with them. After all these years,
the diary helps bring back the good times.
*It may be worth noting that a woman travelling alone in these times, could be stopped
without reasonable cause by a policeman, and her handbag searched. If there was a
contraceptive within, she could be charged with prostitution. Fortunately, times have changed for the better in this respect.