Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947:
My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Running Back. Slightly taller than six feet and three inches, two hundred and twenty pounds, a police blotter might have described me as crew cut, blond and blue. I'd busted my cherry with Kathy Gifford, and hers too, back in April, and since then with two cheer squad girls on the bus to away games, but I wasn't what you'd qualify as Casanova, I just knew how the parts fit together.
The five of us, Mom, Dad, my seventeen and eighteen year old sisters and I were down from our farm in Neshanic Station so I could catch the Santa Fe Super Chief connected Pullman on the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad's Train 105, The Royal Blue to Washington where the car would go on the Capital Limited, Train 5 thru to Chicago. It was connecting with the Chief, without changing cars, as thru car service, for Los Angeles and through to San Diego and San Diego State where I had a full academic scholarship and planned to play football. We were gathered at gate seven when they called the train, mom and the sisters were upset because I'd be gone till Christmas, We couldn't afford more, the one way fare was nearly a hundred and seventy dollars. Dad showed his love with a hug, while grousing about how much he have to pay a laborer to do my share during the upcoming harvest.
They called my train at 9:30 and we had a kiss and cry circle at the gate because the railroad wouldn't let anyone but passengers aboard the train. The stainless steel Pullman 'San Joaquin' a 'Room' car was directly behind the gleaming royal blue A-B-A set of EMD F7's 2,000 horse power diesels, and the three RPO's, for switching convenience, I'd guess, one of three Pullmans four coaches, and a streamlined observation car.
At the door, an extended step that folded into the car, I met Jeffrey, a sharply uniformed black man who checked my ticket telling me,
"Go down the aisle to #3 please sir, your traveling companion," I'd agreed to a companion traveler to save cost, "will be a few minutes late the ferry is just arriving."
The train rolled out of the station on the advertised, sharply at 1 Pm. That was when I met Miss Margaret "Peggy" Carter as she entered the room, calling,
"Its fine Jeffrey, I'm certain Mr. von Franz is a gentleman."
"Very well ma'am, I'll adjust the manifests."
Of course I stood, courtesy demanded it. Miss Carter was as tall as I in her heels, and beautiful in her blue traveling suit. Eyeing me from top to toes she added, sotto voco,
"I do believe the nest three days will be quite enjoyable." Adding, "I'm Margaret Carter, my friends call me Peggy, won't you?"
The compartment was comfortable and I'd removed my suit jacket, Carter smiled, turning and removed her jacket, placing her stylish snap brim fedora on the shelf, then hanging her jacket. Turning to face me her prominent nipples, tenting her blouse, immediately grabbed my nineteen year old attention. Kathy had told me she thought I was, well, large, and my team mates called me 'Horse' and I quickly became rigidly erect, blushing fire engine red, stammering,
"I'm sorry Peggy, I can't help myself."
She smiled and pressed herself against me, whispering,
"I told you these next three days would be enjoyable!" Then she kissed my cheek and caressed my throbbing boner, sitting to open my belt and unbutton my slacks, unzipping me and pushing my trousers and boxers to my knees. Her caress rolled my foreskin off the corona producing a great dribble of precloital emission. I gasped loudly as she laved my crown, I'd never enjoyed a sensation like it before. Rolling my rigid as pipe rod with her hand she took me in her mouth, stroking and controlling me with both hands as she worked the remaining inches with wanton lips. Like an animal I fucked her face ruthlessly, thrusting as deeply as her hands would allow. Holding deeply as her tongue fluttered around my cod I fired my cum-bullets till the magazine was empty, it was a miracle that I hadn't blown her head off with that load of cum-bullets. Peggy surprised me, she swallowed it all as Mr. Dick shamefully hid his head, pulling his foreskin over it.
Peggy Carter looked at me smiling, then she whispered, now it's my turn Josef!" She said, leaning against the compartments' shaded window, pulling her dress up and pointing to her panties, her wet lady-slot a drooling invitation to a good licking.
Panic jumped to the front of my mind. Other than some fumbled pussy grabbing and fucking in the back of our Model 'A' Ford and one very comforting penetrative lap dance in the back of the team bus while everyone around us slept, I was a new as an uncirculated coin, I'd never even seen one, a girl's lady parts, that is.
Margaret Carter, God bless her, was both horny and patient.
"Come closer," she directed, "I'll show and tell you everything you'll ever need to keep those little college girls lined up, wet for some of that bodacious dick."
Leading me by my tie she pulled me in for a soft, insistent, earth-shattering kiss, leading my aggression, Peggy teased me with her tongue, leading me into French Kissing as she opened my shirt and untied my tie. Leading my kisses to her neck, under her ear, to the vee of her blouse, coaxing me to open it, to worship her breasts, to remove her bra. I worshiped her hard nipples, her breasts as she led me lower, to the panty shielded treasure of life.
Her fragrances were wildly erotic, drawing me in, I lapped the wet lace gusset of her panty, leading it aside as I parted her nether lips with my tongue, lapping up Peggy's sensual drooling till her fingers guided me to the juncture of her slot and the pink nodule buried there in a fleshy case so like a miniature dick. She writhed against my face and I loved it, if it were possible, I'd have crawled back into creation, the hole that is the issue of all men, and the downfall there of. Then magically, her panties were gone.
She pushed me over to my back, the tallest part of me, a burgeoning cock, grasping me, guiding me to life's center, she slowly lowered herself as the gates of paradise opened to consume me as I was thrust whole into nirvana,
"Fuck me," she gasped, "I need to feel your big cock driving into me, fucking me." She moaned as she started slamming her pubis on me, grinding her clitoris on me with every stroke.
It is the defining moment in every boy's transition to manhood, unfortunately, while most make the sexual transition successfully, the required, coordinated transition of maturity, combined with acceptance of responsibility is not always made. Being raised on a farm by responsible parents assured my recognition of those necessities of life. Recognizing the depths of Peggy's orgasmic release, I resisted my need and sensing my pending explosion, withdrew my aching cock, laying it on her pubis as a throbbing ejaculation overcame my restraint
to bombard her belly and the lower slopes of her delicious titties.
Then she lifted me up to straddle her torso taking my second, third, and fourth explosive cum-blasts on her beautiful face and guiding my detumescent tip to her lips, suckling on my pussy-cream coated rod to gather the last dregs of ball juice.
I laid beside her, gently kissing her, tasting myself on her erogenous lips as for no good reason began massaging my dick tracks into her torso and breasts. I was starting to lick her face clean when she stopped me, wiping her face with a tissue from the built in dispenser, telling me,
"Make up tastes really nasty." Then as my cum-massage reached her breasts, teasing my squirts into her nipples feeling them becoming engorged, she added, kissing me,
"If you keep that up we'll have to do this all over again."
"My intension exactly," I responded, pressing my reenergized cock in the opening of her portal, enjoying the sensation of her grasping labia as they pealed the foreskin off my corona, groaning, "yes, oh yes!" As her hairy twat swallowed all that I was.
She whispered, licking my ear, "Cum in me this time, I need to feel your release in me." Then sensing my acceptance of responsibility for my vagrant cock, added, "I'm safe till next week."
We spooned on the narrow but comfortable lower berth, fucking, cuming, then nodding off, then waking, fucking, and cuming again, my hard, unrepentant cock stewing in Peggy's secret juices. We slept through Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington, sleeping with a woman was a new, totally revitalizing experience. We only really woke when the steward came through the corridor announcing, the second dinner seating is starting in thirty minutes. Washing up a bit refreshed us a lot before we went to supper.
Dining with this elegant young lady, who I was surprised to find, was just four years older than I, was a delightful experience. We shared a split of a delightfully dry, yet fruity New York Riesling that warmed the heart as it accompanied the Poulet Cordon Blue I'd chosen, while Margaret ordered the pan seared brook trout. Our dinner was as delicious as the highly touted "Royal Blue" expectations promised, and worthy of the additional two hours of traveling time that additionally shortened the in-Chicago delay.
We relaxed for a couple of hours in the dimly lighted, actually darkened Royal Blue Observation Car, sipping Remy-Martin Black Pearl Cognac watching the moonrise over the Potomac River, Peggy thought it was romantic, and though it may have been the company, dumb ole horny teenager that I was, I did too.
It was getting on toward midnight as we returned to our room, as we passed through McKeesport Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburg. Peggy locked the door and turned the status sign to 'Do not disturb.' Turning to me, kissing me whispering,
"Undress me lover."
Determined to make it a memorable experience for both of us, I turned on the compartment's entertainment radio which was playing big band music, I remember hearing Bert Kaempfert's 1937 hit "Wunderland bei Nacht" as we slow danced a restricted waltz step in the narrow aisle, kissing and caressing each other. As the song ended I unbuttoned and removed her light mauve sweater, hanging it and turning into her embrace. Delighting in the sensation of her aroused nipples pressing on my chest through the light materials of her blouse and the soft cups of her brassiere we kissed again, knowing that she could feel the surging desire that was my engorgement against her thigh.
Peggy sighed, rubbing erotically against my throbbing hardon, sliding her hand between us to touch me as I unbuttoned her blouse, nuzzling against the brassiere enhanced swell of her delicious breasts, removing the blouse, then unclipping her bra to suckle the distended eroticisms that were her nipples. Her gasps and moans were music to my ears as I learned the power of going slowly, concentrating on her pleasure. Kneeling I embraced her nuzzling the juncture of her thighs and torso as I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, dropping it, pressing my face into the silky nylon of her slip, detecting the epicurean flavors of her arousal as I slipped the slip off, allowing it to pool atop her skirt at her feet. Seating her on the berth I paused to hang her skirt and fold her slip. Kneeling again I unstrapped her right shoe, and figuring, 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' I licked the sole of her foot from her arch to her toes.
