The first time I saw Tom’s penis was when we were in the 10th grade. Actually, I didn’t see all of it — just the tip (or head) of it peeking out, when he pulled his jeans down a bit while sitting next to me in American History. He really took a chance, because Mrs. James, our teacher, was a real eagle-eye and kept a very strict class. He told me after class that he wanted me to see it. He also told me he got hard every time he saw me. We started dating. At the movies,he was always reaching under my sweater, trying to massage my breasts with his right hand. I pretended I didn’t want him to do it, but I didn’t resist very much, and he got to feel me up lots of times and I loved it. I would reciprocate by putting my hand down his jeans and massaging his penis. It was always nice and warm and hard, and although I never measured it, I could tell it was long.
Several times I massaged him so he came in my hand. Usually I wiped him off with my hanky, but later on I kept a supply of moist wipes in my purse, which worked better. There were several times, between classes at school, that we’d go to his locker and I’d jerk him off there, with the door open, and when there was a lot of activity in the hallway, so no one paid any attention to us. This started mostly in the 11th grade.At other times, we’d go down by the back stairwell, which hardly anyone used, and I’d jerk him off there. He wanted me to give him a blow job, but I never did. I thought this was too degrading. But a couple of times, he persuaded me justto kiss it, and I did. After several months of this, Tom started to say that while he loved having me jerk him off, “What I really want, Terri, is to explode inside YOU! I’ve just got to have you.” I told him I wanted what he wanted also, but we were still in school and we didn’t want an “accident” to happen and have a baby. He urged me to start taking birth control pills, but I didn’t want to ask my Mom about that. When we were Seniors,Tom said he was tired of waiting, and showed me some condoms he had bought. He came over one Summer night while my parents were gone, and we went up to my room and got naked and fooled around on my bed. It felt good just being naked together and feeling each other all over. Finally, Tom rolled on one of his condoms and we fucked for the first time. He was very eager, but very gentle at the same time, and it only took 4 or 5 thrusts and he was all the way in. It hurt very little and then when he started thrusting deep into me, I thought I was in heaven! He was a fairly quick “cummer,” and it didn’t very long that first time. But, I did enjoy it, and wanted him to keep on doing it.
The second time we had sex was in his room, about a week later. That time we got caught by his Mom and Dad. We thought they’d be out late, but their party didn’t last long and when they came home and saw all the lights on downstairs and no Terri and Tom, they surmised what was going on, and found us fucking like mad.I was yelling, “Tom, fuck me deep,I loove it” when they walked in on us. Pretty embarrasing. But Tom’s Mom and Dad were pretty liberal parents and told us if we were going to have sex to always use protection and that we didn’t have to sneak around to do it.My parents never did find out that we were having sex regularly back then. After graduation, we went off to college. I got on the pill right away, so we didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. And we didn’t have to bother with condoms anymore.It felt so much better without thar latex barrier. That first year, as freshmen, we were required to room in separate dormitories, but we found places for our sex lives to be fulfilled. During the second year, we got an apartment by ourselves and lived together throughout the next three years.That saved us both expenses. We fucked every morning and every afternoon after classes, and a lot of times a third time before we went to bed. We had gotten ourselves a few sex technique tapes and learned all the positions. We learned that sex was fun and good exercise. We stayed pretty fit and trim. Since graduation, we are still going strong. We were married when we were both 21, and it’s now been 12 years that we’ve been together — and we still can’t keep our hands off each other. Tom still gets hard every time he sees me, and I just love reaching down in those jeans and jerking him off until he begs me to let him fuck me. He has managed to vercome his early tendency to be a “quick cummer.” Now he manages to stay for a half hour or more before he finally lets it all out, deep inside me, and when that explosion comes, I am really in heaven.
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Tom and Terri after 15 years
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