John and Carol were true baby boomers: they were married on the same day the Woodstock concert started, in August of 1969, a couple of months after the first moon landing. They honeymooned inexpensively in John's parent's travel trailer, which was parked on a wooded lot near a resort and lake in the high Rockies.
They had dated for over a year, but without explicitly stating it, they each declined to have sexual intercourse prior to marriage. In Carol's case, she didn't want John to get the RIGHT impression of her sexual history. In John's case, although he suspected that Carol had had some sexual experience before he met her (little did he know, then, the extent of it), he wanted to preserve their sense of the sanctity and seriousness of their lifelong commitment to one another.
After the ceremony, they had ten days before they had to be at the University for their final year of school. They would be moving into University married-student housing, and they were really excited about their good luck in getting that apartment. Colleges and universities all over the country, especially state-owned schools, were absolutely swamped with students as the baby boom just kept on swelling their student populations. Students were literally camping out on campus quadrangles before they could find housing on or near the campus. But the cost of married student housing hadn't been affected by the market forces that had driven other apartments around the campus ski-high. So their first home together was convenient to the campus, clean and safe, and most of all, cheap. They would just about be able to pay for their last year of college as a married couple, if they were careful with their money.
They had supplemented their finances by trading John's beloved Stingray in on a new VW beetle sedan. It had all the features they needed now, and John parted with his Vette with only minor pangs of regret. Carol would be traveling every day to a high school about thirty miles away to do her student teaching, and the VW would be a much better car for those trips ... cheaper to run and far better in the snow.
Many honeymoons are disasters, especially for couples who have not experienced the full range of sexual expression together. But, for Carol and John, their honeymoon was just about perfect. On the day of their ceremony, by the time they had arrived at the remote site, it was already evening. And, as usual in the high Rockies, even though the summer days were often uncomfortably hot, the nights would still routinely get below freezing, and the temperatures were already chilly when they were unpacking their little car to move into their first little home together.
Carol was not a little girl, but John was a strong, healthy young man. He always said he was descended from bears, not monkeys, because he was a big guy, shaped like a grizzly, very hairy, and had a deep resonating voice. He had worn glasses since he was thirteen (as had Carol, although she had used contact lenses for years, now), so he often scrunched up his nose to keep his glasses up where they belonged. As a result, he often looked like he was frowning. Together with his apparent frown, looming presence and deep voice, first impressions of John were often of an angry and dangerous young man. His actual personality was just the opposite, however. He had an engaging mind, and ready and silly sense of humor, and he was a very gentle, loving, and giving sort of guy. All the things that made him so precious to Carol. And, all the reasons she had pledged to herself that her wild, experimental days of frequent, unsafe, and often violent sex were over. She hoped ... she KNEW ... that her love life with John would easily compensate for whatever she was giving up.
John propped open the door of the little trailer, and hefted Carol up off of the ground, with a mock-serious "OOF!" to tease her about how very, very heavy she was. He managed to wobble up the rickety little metal step and into the one-room space without doing either of them major bodily harm, and put her down on the floor. Carol refused to release her arms from around his neck, and she gave him a heart-melting kiss which must have lasted for minutes.
They were far too eager to fulfill their love to unpack all their clothes, food, and supplies. John folded down the sofa toward the back of the trailer, and threw a blanket on it, then grabbed his new bride for another deep, romantic, yet also profoundly sexy kiss. They started tearing off each others' clothes, and soon, they were lying on what amounted to a double bed, stroking one another sensuously.
John's penis was painfully erect, and had been for at least an hour. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to last long when he finally penetrated Carol for the first time. For her part, Carol had started using the "pill" again, hoping that the newer, less potent formulations would allow her to use this most-transparent and dependable of birth-control methods. They were married, but they certainly didn't want to create any children yet.
John tried to restrain himself and to be considerate of his new bride, intending against his every animal urge to spend as long as it took to stimulate Carol with foreplay until she was fully ready to take him. His member wasn't the largest that Carol had seen, by a substantial margin, but it wasn't exactly the smallest, either. When he was erect, and she had seen many, many erect cocks by then, his cock was just a nice, adequate size that she knew would reach into her and would satisfy the urge she couldn't deny, to be well and truly fucked.
When he slid his hand down between her legs for the first time since they were man and wife, he discovered that she seemed very ready, indeed. She whispered in his ear, "Don't fool around, John! I've waited for a year and a half for this moment ... fuck me!"
John didn't have to told twice. He was no virgin, and not really the saint Carol thought he was, so he knew what to do. But he wanted her to guide him in, to take responsibility and an active part in their first full sexual experience. Carol needed no prompting. She reached down between them, and grasped his prick -- maybe not the biggest one she had ever held, but surely the most dangerously swollen -- and pulled him into to her dripping wet vagina.
John paused to enjoy the feeling of first contact between the tip of his penis and the enveloping folds of her inner lips, a feeling that literally dozens of men and boys before him had enjoyed, Carol couldn't help but think. Then he pushed in HARD, and plunged to his full depth in that single stroke. Carol knew immediately that this was going to be good, but also that it wasn't the same as some of the wild, degenerate sex she had had before. She had never before experienced loving sex, sex endorsed by church and family, what most people would call "normal" sex. For just an instant, as John paused, relishing the feeling of her tight, wet vagina clasping his engorged member, she wondered if she could ever be truly satisfied fully by this man.
But the moment passed as John began the ancient dance, plunging again and again into her, and her hips rose up to meet his as if of their own accord. Soon, they were both lost in the unrestrained joy of finally consummating their true love.
John surprised himself by lasting longer than he had expected ... he had expected to cum virtually as soon as he entered her ... but he found he couldn't prolong his explosion long enough for Carol to reach a climax, too. His final thrust before cumming actually reminded Carol of Terry London's violent thrusting into her (would she never be able to banish those memories?), it was so powerful, and then he remained embedded fully in her, his back arched, pressing his hairy stomach muscles against her taut, athletic tummy.
