Cora: “Scared you I bet?”
Carol Ann: “Girls know it’s gonna hurt that first time. Our moms tell us how bad it’s gonna hurt if you do it too soon. I knew how tight I was and seeing how big he was, I really knew it had to hurt. I didn’t care. Like it would be my gift to Charlie. Let him know I’d saved myself for him.”
Cora: “And did it? Hurt, I mean?”
Carol Ann: “Oh did it ever hurt. There was blood on the towel too. Once he got in though, the hurt stopped. There was, just a little, like a raw feeling as he went in and out. Then when he came, such a heavenly feeling, his penis jerking. I even felt him cumming, the cum, uh his semen hitting me inside.”
Cora: “And you, you didn’t cum that first time?”
Carol Ann: “No. I was just sort of overwhelmed, like from seeing a real penis the first time, not just some little boy’s pee-pee, the pain when he broke my cherry, his cumming — you know, all of it was pretty overwhelming. He stayed on top of me, sweet talk, smooching, French kissing, he got hard and we did it again. A little more relaxed. but still sore, I almost came. After he pulled out, he stayed there on his knees between my legs, soft penis hanging down, all shiny and wet, red head glistening. That the head was out took me by surprise. He laid back down on top of me and we kissed and talked for a while. Time flew by and I had to get home. When we got up I saw his semen had run out of me and mixed with the blood on the towel.
Cora: “The way his soft penis looked, the head showing, that surprised you? I mean that he was circumcised?”
Carol Ann: “Surprised? In a way yes, in a way no. In our church, men are not circumcised. But sure, you know too, everybody knows that outside our church some guys are circumcised. He happened to be one of them.”
Cora: “Did it bother you that he was circumcised.”
Carol Ann: “The thing was though, the way I was in love, I couldn’t imagine not marrying him one day, foreskin or no foreskin. No it didn’t bother me, not right away. But then later I started worrying that maybe the pastor might want to check him out before the wedding. Sounds stupid now, but we all were pretty naïve back then.”
Cora knew very well how naïve girls could be. “How could we not be naïve? Remember sex education in PE? The way they taught it was like babies got started by immaculate conception. One slide showed the womb, uterus, vagina, the next there’s a little bunch of cells in there growing. Remember how pissed Mrs. Moriarty got when Karen Ahnungslos asked how the egg got fertilized? By the way, you didn’t cum that first time. The next time?”
Carol Ann: “The next weekend, we dated again and I wasn’t sore anymore. I got really wound up and afterwards the towel was really wet and sticky. Oh boy, did I ever cum.”
Cora: “Kind of a bummer though wasn’t it, always having to do it in a car? Except for our first time when we did it in Dale Sinclair station, Charlie and I always did it in his mom’s Plymouth. Boy was it freedom that first time when I could stretch out and kick my legs the way I felt like.”
Carol Ann: “Where was that? At home when your parents went out? Or at his place where he lived with his mother?”
Cora: “You’ll never believe this. A Sunday afternoon in late June, Charlie picks me up in his mom’s Plymouth. You remember how our farm was not right on the county road? Our driveway was a quarter mile of gravel road. Anyway as we drove out towards the county road, Charlie saw Dad combining wheat, our Dodge truck and the old AC tractor hitched to a wagon out in the field too. Charlie asks if it was my mom who hauls the wheat in to the grain bins. He was amazed that it wasn’t and that Dad would have to stop combining to do the hauling when the truck and wagon got full. It was like, suddenly Charlie is surprised Dad hadn’t made me stay home and help. He stops the car, looks at me and says he’d have a guilty conscience all day if we didn’t stay and help Dad. Boy was I disappointed. We’d planned on driving out to the lake and maybe meet some friends who had a boat. Get dumped off on some island where we could, well you know, do it on a blanket in the woods.”
Carol Ann: “Disappointed? Boy I’d have been furious. That sounds so square of him.”
Cora: “Didn’t turn out that way. Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t Charlie’s conscience that made him want to stay. Well anyway, the truck bed holds something like 120 bushels. The combine hopper around 25. You know what that means? With one hopper full of wheat in the truck bed, there’s still 3 feet of freeboard.”
Carol Ann: “Huh?”
Cora: “Think about it. Three feet of freeboard, my legs aren’t 3 feet long. Grain is sort of soft in a way. Lots of room in the truck bed. Once Dad augured the first hopper in the truck and was combining again. Charlie and I were in the grain with our clothes off.”
Carol Ann: “Wasn’t it itchy?”
Cora: “If it was, we sure didn’t notice. Only thing though, afterwards I had to scrape lots of wheat grains outa my crotch and rear end.” She stopped to join Carol Ann in laughing, then went on, “You know sweat and our cum – the wheat grains really stuck on me.”
Carol Ann: “Yuck, what that must have done to the wheat.”
Cora: “No problem, they coulda used it to make flour for enriched bread. But you know what the best was though? Dad was so impressed with Charlie coming back to help, he said he’d help him go to U of I — help him moneywise I mean.”
Carol Ann: “Just like that, paid for his tuition, room and board?”
Cora: “I think what Dad had in mind was a loan that he’d forgive someday when we were married and Charlie was safely in our church. But you know, there was never any paperwork on the loan — Dad just made out a check when the next semester started. When Dad ran him off, he said never to come back and never to speak to anybody in our family again. Well if Charlie never speaks to him again, how’s he ever gonna pay Dad back? Anyway back to you and Charlie, you two ever do it anywhere else but in the car?”
Carol Ann: “A bunch of times. First time was when our church young adults league had a hayride and marshmallow roast. Charlie and I both got pretty worked up on the hay wagon. Good thing it was so dark and we had a blanket. He was fingering me and I had my hand in his underpants. The hayride went out to that picnic ground out there by the South Fork. We slipped away while the others were making the fire and gabbing. A couple hundred yards away from the fire, Charlie threw his coat down on some soft ground under a big old sassafras. We both knew we didn’t have much time until we’d be missed. You remember how Mr. and Mrs. Allesrechtens chaperoned those hayrides? I pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees and sat down on the jacket. Charlie took off my shoes and pulled the jeans and panties all the way off. He pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees and we did it right there under that big old sassafras. It was into October and evenings were getting colder and colder but we didn’t notice the cold until after he came.”
Cora: “Didn’t you cum too?”
Carol Ann: “I think, yeah before he did. But really, I’d already gone over the top under the blanket on the hayride. But nobody noticed. I guess I kept my lips together pretty good and didn’t squeal.”
Cora: “The other times. You manage to get a chance when nobody’s home?”
Carol Ann: “You know, the chances for that just weren’t so good. My parents always seemed to be home on weekends — probably cause they worried we might do it in the house. On weekends, Charlie’s mom was home a lot too and even if she wasn’t, it would’ve been too risky. No place to park where nobody’d see the car from the street. Somebody, like my dad, might drive by, see the car and he’d come running in and catch us at it. No we never ever did it on a bed. Charley started keeping an old patchwork quilt in his mom’s car. When the weather was warm enough, we’d just go out by the South Fork and off into the woods. Did he still have that old quilt in the car when you went with him? It had a brown background with diamond shaped pieces. The pieces of flowery print, all colors, all mixed up.”
Cora: “Sounds real familiar. Sure, Charley and I did it on that quilt too. But he’d had it in the washer by the time my bare rear end first touched it. Oh I got lots of pleasant memories of sessions on that quilt. Like with you though, winter wasn’t a good time to do it outside on the quilt. In winter it was back in the car. Say you and Charlie broke up real sudden like. One week you two were like inseparable, the next he was back in circulation again.”
Carol Ann: “And you didn’t waste any time getting him out of circulation, did you? Look no gripe intended and I’m not bitter. I was a little peeved back then, but now, Kenney and I are really happy together — at least when we’re not in this shithole Samsford. Anyway it wasn’t your fault or Charlie’s that we broke up. Charlie and I were real careful about where and when we did it. Then one time I just got careless with my laundry. Mom found spots in my panties and knew what they were. She and Dad grilled me until I admitted that yeah, it was Charlie’s cum on my undies. Then they really dug in, like movie cops. I think they hoped that maybe we’d just been rubbing together and he’d shot his wad. I finally got sick of how they were shouting and screaming, Mom crying, Dad almost foaming at the mouth. Then I just said, ‘yeah we been fucking, really fucking a lot and fucking real hard.’ Mom broke down and Dad smacked me across the face. They made me promise to break off with Charlie and never talk to him again. And they grounded me. I couldn’t even go to basketball games. Actually, I was sorta glad when you started going out with him. With that threat gone, Mom and Dad let me go out again. Not that guys wanted to date me, Mom with all her griping to friends who promised never to tell, my reputation was pretty well shot. Ronnie Oberman was the only guy asked me out. Went with him a few times but there was no future in that.”
Cora: “His reputation wasn’t the best either, you know, him and Gloria Immershiehl.”
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