Cora: “He didn’t whip it out right then did he?”
Mary Ellen: “Oh of course not. It was our first date. What I mean by hot is our whole bodies rubbed together. I could feel his erection against me and he knew I could feel it. It was like he really wanted me to feel it against my belly, the way he ground his pelvis against me. And you know, he still had an erection when he brought me home. He rubbed it against me when we kissed good night at the door.”
Cora: “You know it’s hard on a guy to have an erection for so long. A guy’s testicles get to aching. We girls are lucky. We just get wet and frustrated.”
Mary Ellen: “Peggy had told me that. You remember Peggy Schlampe? They claimed she did it with most of the basketball team. There’s this one story that one time a bunch of ’em had her in a car laying over the front seat lean. Guys in back got her breasts, guys in front her — well you know what. Anyway, yeah, Peggy said how guys have aching testicles if they’re erect too long. Knowing that, I got to feeling sorry for Charlie when I thought about how he must have really been aching on that first date.”
Cora: “He never complained?”
Mary Ellen: “Charlie complain? No way. The same thing on our second date. Real quick I felt it against me. I loved him so much, the thought of his testicles aching made my heart ache. So right then and there, on our second date, I worked up the nerve to ask him if his testicles ached.”
Cora, first clenching her teeth to keep from giggling, knew she had to continue. “You asked him that? That took guts. And of course he wouldn’t admit anything ached, right?”
Mary Ellen: “Wrong. He said that yeah, they ached but I was worth aching for. That opened my heart so wide, I couldn’t help but say that I wished I could help. He got this funny shy look on his face and crunched his lips together like he needed to say something but was afraid to. Finally he said there was something I could do, but he didn’t want to upset me by telling me.”
Cora: “This is getting really exciting. And then?”
Mary Ellen: “He asked me if I’d ever seen a man’s penis. Of course I hadn’t, just little boys changing diapers and giving baths and such. Then he tells me that to help him, I’d not only have to see his, I’d have to touch it too and would I be okay with that.”
Cora: “Did you? Say okay, I mean?”
Mary Ellen: “At that point I couldn’t do much but say ‘okay’. Actually I just nodded my head. He unbuckled, unzipped and pulled down his jeans and underpants. And there it stood, there was enough moonlight that I could see the red end glistening. God but it looked big. He must have seen that I’d closed my eyes because he said something like, ‘Please, Mary Ellen, I want you to look at me.’ Then he took my head in his hands and kissed me on the lips, long and full. When he broke off the kiss, he pulled my head toward his groin where his penis was standing way up.”
Cora: “Were you able to look at it then?”
Mary Ellen: “Oh yeah, I kept looking, couldn’t help looking. When he said something about how he liked me kissing him, I thought he meant, well, that he wanted me to kiss it. So I did.”
Cora: “And afterwards you relieved him with your hand?”
Mary Ellen: “Oh no. See I sort of liked the feel of that hot and hard red head against my lips. And his sighs and groans of pleasure must have encouraged me so I got to trying different stuff like licking the head and tickling the little hole at the end with the tip of my tongue. After a bit of that, I stopped and looked up at him to ask if what I was doing was helping. He told me what I was doing made him feel like he was in heaven. So I went back down and kept on kissing and licking the head. He guided one of my hands to his testicles so I thought he wanted them massaged and I did that. Then one his hands was on the back of my head lightly pushing me to take more of him in my mouth. Oh, Cora, I’ve never told anybody all this.”
Cora: “It’s okay, really Mary Ellen. You can trust me. So you fellated him? Gave him ‘head’ as they say?”
Mary Ellen: “He’d pull my head towards him and then ease off so I caught on pretty quick what he wanted me to do.”
Cora: “Did he, you know, in your mouth?”
Mary Ellen: “I felt him tense up and groan so I knew something was about to happen. Then the hot — at first I thought it was tissue coming out. Oh Cora, it gave him such pleasure.”
Cora: “Did you swallow or spit it out?”
Mary Ellen: “At first neither, just sort let him get soft in my mouth. Thing is there was lots of saliva and it had to go somewhere, so yeah, I must have swallowed some. Charlie though, he was so thoughtful. He must have understood my dilemma because he guided my head away and wiped my mouth and chin with some tissues he’d taken out of the glove compartment. Then he gave me some and asked me to wipe him off. I did my best but his stuff was getting sticky and the tissues just kind of shredded on his penis. When I looked up at him for what to do, he said to make it wet again. I didn’t see but one way to get it wet so I took his soft penis in my mouth and kind of slobbered. Sounds messy but I got him fairly clean.”
Cora: “Wow, that’s really something! The first erect penis you ever saw, you fellated it and ended up swallowing. So did you go all the way that night?”
Mary Ellen: “Oh no. But if he had tried, I probably would have. But I think Charlie was taking his time so I’d be really ready. No, he didn’t even try. He just wanted me to hold his penis — and kind of learn to know it. I was kind of clumsy but he showed me what to do. Like run my finger all over the head, around the rim and to the little hole at the end. I was doing all that and then it crossed my mind that the red head wasn’t covered up like on the little boys’ penises I’d seen.”
Cora: “You didn’t know about circumcision?”
Mary Ellen: “Sort of. I just never appreciated the real life implication — like the head always being out there, even when it’s soft. So I just up and asked him if he was circumcised. Of course he couldn’t say anything but ‘yes’. Funny thing was though, just me asking seemed to excite him and he started to get erect again. Or maybe it was just my hand holding it. Anyway, it wasn’t long and he was right back in the condition where I’d have to worry about his testicles aching.”
Cora: “So you sucked him off a second time?”
Mary Ellen: “No, this time he showed me how relieve the pressure with my hand.”
Cora: “Charlie showed you how to masturbate him? So this time his ejaculation wasn’t such a surprise?”
Mary Ellen: “No. And it wasn’t all that messy either. He had gotten some tissues out from the glove compartment and spread them all around his crotch. And he said to cup my free hand over the end. I knew something was going to come out, just not how much. You know Cora, I still remember the feeling when his hot semen hit the palm of my hand. As he got soft, he told me to stop stroking, just hold his penis in my hand.”
Cora: “And with all your attention to him, did he play with your titties or feel you up?”
Mary Ellen: “No, that only came after a couple more dates. Not that I would or could have stopped him — I was just so in love with him. But when it started, things moved pretty fast. The same night when he first put his hand under my dress, he took my panties all the way off and fingered me. You know it just sort of happened. I didn’t really want him to finger me cause I thought it’d stretch me. You know so when we’d finally do it, I’d be too loose.”
Cora: “You weren’t worried that it’d hurt the first time? Most girls worry about that.”
Mary Ellen: “I think I wanted it to hurt — for Charlie of course. Like my sacrifice for him.”
Cora: “Well one finger isn’t that big a deal. You still had plenty hymen left to get destroyed, I mean considering how big he is and all. You mean you really wanted him to hurt you?”
Mary Ellen: “I think I did, yeah I wanted it to hurt when we went all the way the first time. Anyway, on our next date he started with one finger and got me really hot. When he started to put in two fingers, I stopped him. Charlie looked hurt. I told him I was saving it for him. He looked so puzzled and said something like ‘I’m right here, you don’t need to save it any more.’ That’s when I told him I wasn’t saving it for his hand. That really surprised him cause all he could do was mumble ‘you mean, like you want me to ….?’
Cora: “And you answered ‘yes’?”
Mary Ellen: “No. I told him I wanted him to, well I really don’t like using the F-word but what I said was ‘Yes Charlie, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me Charlie, I want you to fuck me.’ God there was surprise written all over his face. But pretty quick, he recovered and we climbed over the lean of the front seat and in the rear seat, I got on my back in the position I thought would work the best. He didn’t waste any time plunging in and I got my wish to have it hurt.”
Cora: “That’s such a sweet story. And that was so sweet of you to want his penis to bust your cherry. Did you ever think that what Charlie had in mind was use his fingers to get you stretched out slowly and save you the pain.”
Mary Ellen: “Oh yeah. He even told me so later. Like he wanted it to be really nice for me. He also told me he had a real hard time getting the bloodstain off the back seat. You remember? His mom’s old Plymouth had cloth upholstery.”
Cora: “It really was a bummer, always having to do it in a car. Say, did you and Charlie ever do it outside of in the car?”
Mary Ellen: “Not very often. But one Sunday afternoon, we saw Ronnie Oberman and Gloria Immerschwielig at the A&W. They asked if we wanted to come out to Ronnie’s folks’ house. We kinda hesitated cause we’d planned to go out to the South Fork bottoms and, well you know. Then Gloria pipes in that Ronnie’s folks are at a wedding in Carlyle and won’t even be back in time for milking. So we followed ’em on out there. First we just sat around in the living room, had a few beers and some snacks. Then Ronnie announces that he and Gloria are going up to his bedroom. They’re partway upstairs and Ronnie comes back and tells Charlie we can use his older sister’s room. So that was the first time Charlie and I did it outside of a car. You know, it was almost like doing it for the first time all over again.”
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