Part One

My name is Sean Myers. I acquired my first real girlfriend in 1971 when I was 18 years old and in my senior year of high school. Her name was Suzy Jenkins. She was a diminutive, black-haired lass with a fairly nice figure for a female her age. She was quite alluring to me.

Suzy and I had numerous things in common, which of course, an ideal couple should have. We were both top-flight students at our school. We both loved games and puzzles. We both loved to read. We were both romantic and openly affectionate. We were practically inseparable. The only thing we really disagreed about—and it was hugely important to me—was sex. I wanted it desperately. Suzy, a regular churchgoer, was a girl who possessed traditional values. To Suzy, the current year was 1951, not 1971. Accordingly, she strongly believed that intercourse ought to be reserved for married twosomes. I reluctantly accepted her position on that important issue—but I certainly disagreed with it. Before long, I was doing everything within my power to persuade her that she ought to reconsider it. I was rather obsessed with the whole idea.

One afternoon when I was at Suzy’s house after school, we were watching television together, as we often did. We had been a couple for about ten weeks. I had my arms lovingly wrapped around her and I was planting a series of kisses on the back of her neck. My hands became somewhat adventurous and drifted towards Suzy’s breasts. I was a horny teenager, so I lost control of myself and surrendered to my basic carnal urges. I placed the palms of my hands firmly on Suzy’s perky young breasts and began to caress them. I figured there were two possible outcomes: Suzy would be repulsed by my actions, slap me, and terminate our relationship on the spot; or she would relax and enjoy what I was doing. Within five seconds I had my answer. She sighed softly and contentedly and said, “That feels lovely, Sean. I’m okay with you doing that. I like the sensation of you feeling me up. But this is as far as we go: No actual sexual intercourse until marriage!”

I considered that to be a small victory in a larger battle. With a rerun of The Donna Reed Show blaring on the television in the Jenkins’ rec room, I spent the entire episode lovingly caressing Suzy’s boobs. I couldn’t have told anyone anything about the show’s plot. My mind was diverted elsewhere. Of course, I was wielding a firm erection, but my penis was going to stay in my trousers whether I liked it or not. Of course, I didn’t like it.

It didn’t matter whose house we were at, that same scenario would unfold constantly: We would find a cozy spot to sit together when we had some privacy. I’d embrace Suzy from behind, smother her neck and cheeks with kisses, and fondle her breasts to my heart’s content. There are certainly worse ways to pass the time. As the days and weeks passed, I’d begin to whisper sexual ideas and suggestions into her ear. One example was, “Suzy, sweetheart, I want to make love to you with my hard dick. I want to please you with it. I have a big, thick one. I want to put it in your beautiful pussy and give you a world-class fucking.” Despite her religious upbringing, Suzy never seemed to be offended by my brazen bluntness or by my salty choice of words. She would basically just cutely giggle...and then firmly turn me down.

“Not until marriage, Sean. You know the way I feel about this subject,” was her standard reply.

By the way, I wasn’t exaggerating about the size of my manhood. It was a family trait among the Myers men. I suspected that was the case. It was confirmed numerous times in the change room and shower area for phys ed class. One classmate of mine amusingly told me, “I’m very jealous of you, Sean. I own a skinny pencil while you have a thick cigar.”

Indeed, my brother Philip and my father were both endowed with better-than-average-sized penises that were uncommonly thick. According to my father, his dad, Grandpa Myers (who died before I was born) acquired the nickname “Three Legs” in his birthplace in Austria because of the massive phallus he possessed. He put it to good use, fathering seven children.

Philip, who was three years older than I was, was constantly asking me if Suzy and I had “done the deed” yet. My usual honest answer was something along the lines of, “No, but I keep putting out the idea for her to consider. I know one of these days she’s finally going to relent and let me fuck her. It’s just a matter of time when this will happen.” I said that with more hope than confidence.

“When it does happen,” Philip advised me, “be thoughtful about it. Make sure you have some sort of lubricant handy. I like Suzy. She’s a real sweetheart. But she’s not very big—and you have the typical penis of a Myers male. You might seriously hurt her with your dick if you just drive it inside her vagina.”

Although I often fantasized about screwing Suzy, I suppose it was odd, but I hadn’t truly thought about that physical aspect of intercourse with a small girl—until that moment. Not surprisingly, a romp on my bed with Suzy was my most common masturbation illusion. Thanks to Philip’s concern, though, I now had constant visions of impaling her tight pussy with my thick rod—which was even more arousing. More than ever, I decided I needed to have sex with Suzy in a hurry or else I was going to explode! At least it seemed that way to horny, teenage me.

Part Two

One evening when Suzy and I were alone in my house, watching some western on TV, I assumed my usual position with her on the couch with my hands cupping her breasts. Suzy uttered her usual happy cooing sound, and I began feeling her up for the dozenth time. I began my typical dialogue within two minutes. This time I tried a slight variation. “Suzy,” I whispered between kisses to the nape of her neck, “Not only do I want to fuck your sexy pussy with my big rod, I also want to suck on these beautiful tits of yours. They’re quite lovely to handle, but they were built to be sucked by your lover...me! I’d just love to put my lips around your nipples and suck on them for hours. Then I’d give your vagina a terrific pounding until I filled you with a load of my warm semen. How does that sound to you, sweetheart?”

“That sounds fantastic!” she replied. “However, you know very well what my beliefs are, Sean: No sex before marriage.”

For the first time in our relationship, I was truly frustrated by my ongoing inability to persuade Suzy to get into bed with me. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so I decided to make up a convenient lie on the spot.

“I was reluctant to mention this, Suzy, my love, but I was approached by Carol Murdoch today.” Carol was renowned for being far and away the most promiscuous female at our school. She also had an alluring body. As long as a boy wasn’t too repulsive, Carol would fuck any guy enrolled there (and beyond) who asked her for some intimate, carnal action. More often than not, she was the one who did the pursuing.

That statement, false as it was, immediately caught Suzy’s attention. I didn’t have to tell her what Carol allegedly approached me about. There could be just one possible reason: She wanted to have a fuck with me.

“What did you tell her?” Suzy asked me with a bit of alarm evident in her voice. She seemed quite worried about Carol stealing me from her.

I replied, “I told her that you and I were a happy couple, and I was going to be totally faithful to you...despite everything.”

Suzy was a bright girl. She clearly knew what those last two words of mine meant without me having to elaborate.

I resumed my little charade. “You know, Suzy honey, that males are wired to have sex once they reach puberty. Carol is undeniably an enticing, attractive female who possesses obvious charms. When such a desirable female throws herself at a typical male, after a while the male is going to cave in and accept her offer. Carol is a difficult girl to reject.”

That deception had the desired effect. Afraid of losing me to the salacious clutches of the infamous slut Carol Murdoch, Suzy quickly changed her tune. “Okay, Sean,” she finally informed me. “I give in. We’ll have sex...immediately!”

I romantically kissed Suzy on the lips. Then I shut off the TV, and I took my girlfriend by the hand and led her up the flight of stairs to my bedroom. Despite her having visited my house at least twenty times, that was one room where Suzy had never set foot before.

Part Three

When we got there, Suzy seemed quite accepting of the fact that her entire, longstanding no-sex-before-marriage principle was suddenly going out the window, never to be cited again. To her credit, Suzy got into the spirit of lovemaking with surprising alacrity. I loved it, of course.

We quickly disrobed and tossed our clothing to the floor. We stood, totally nude, and exchanged one long romantic kiss. Suzy had to stand on her tiptoes to do this and I had to bend slightly as I was considerably taller than she was. I then lifted my sexy girlfriend onto my bed and placed her directly in the center of it. Before I joined her there, I made a point of stroking my penis a few times to make it fully erect and ready for action. I also wanted to show off my physical equipment to Suzy and show her what she could expect from me.

“I’m going to lick your pretty pussy a couple of times to get things started,” I informed her.

“Thanks for letting me know because this is all new to me, ” Suzy said, stating the obvious. “I’m clueless about sex.” I just smiled and said nothing further. I wasn’t going to admit this was a first for me, too.

Her vagina was awesome. I had no idea what to expect it might taste like. It wasn’t delicious, but it wasn’t bad either. I figured I could get used to orally stimulating girls’ most private parts. Judging by her enthusiastic squeals, Suzy seemed to enjoy what I was doing to her.

As promised, I moved my focus upward on Suzy’s anatomy, to her lovely breasts. Suzy had tits that had prominent areolas. In my mind I had never pictured them this way. Their appearance had no adverse effect on me, though. I still wanted nothing more than to suck on them for hours on end. I think I spent 10 minutes on them, culminating with sliding my thick penis between her boobs as I pushed them together. “I couldn’t resist a titty-fuck, ” I told Suzy, somewhat apologetically.

“Oh, is that what it’s called?” was her only comment.

“Now it’s time for some serious fucking,” I insisted. “It’s why we were born with complementary sexual equipment.” I got out of bed for a moment, which puzzled Suzy. I returned about half a minute later with a jar of petroleum jelly that I had purchased at a nearby drug store based on my brother’s sage advice.

“To make sure my penis fits inside you,” I explained in a sentence fragment. I put three of my fingers from my right hand into the jar, removed a large dollop of the jelly and smeared it around the opening of Suzy’s vagina. Then I spread an equal amount of my rigid shaft. This was the moment I had waited for such a long time—too long a time, in my opinion. I was going to ravish Suzy Jenkins and enjoy the experience greatly.

I began slowly by placing the head of my dick so it was barely touching Suzy’s pussy lips. Then I pushed forward slightly. I heard Suzy gasp—which I expected but I still found the sound of it to be very sexy. Then I steadily pushed my manhood inside her crevice. Suzy gasped and then shouted, “Ah!” It was a sound that was half pain and half pleasure.

“What a fabulous, tight vagina you have, Suzy! I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you.” I gave her a series of long, slow thrusts, then I abandoned all pretenses of polite lovemaking. I began screwing my virgin bedmate with great gusto, putting my hands on her waist to make my thrusts go as deeply as possible inside my girl. Suzy was wriggling and moaning incessantly. She had a facial expression of disbelief.

I was giving running commentary as I fucked her. “Yes! Yes!  Let me fuck that tight pussy of yours!  Wow, it’s tight in there! It’s completely awesome! Nobody will ever fuck you like this, Suzy!  My thick dick was made to be driven inside you!” The only time I stopped thrusting was when I was distracted by her jiggling breasts. I slowed my fucking rhythm down considerably to fondle them again. That was perhaps a 30-second intermission. Then it was back to full-fledged fucking again.

Somehow, I inexplicably didn’t ejaculate right away. For the sake of variety, I pulled out of Suzy’s pussy for a moment, casually flipped her onto her stomach, and fucked her from behind with the same level of high intensity. I discovered I could penetrate her vagina even more deeply once she elevated her behind slightly. “Oh, this must be the best fucking position in the world!” I said, realizing I might have inadvertently given away my own sexual inexperience with that joyful comment. On second thought, I doubt if Suzy even heard what I had said, however, as her loud moaning and whimpering was drowning out all of my words.

I wanted to return to missionary-style fucking to finish the job, as that what I had always envisioned in my sexual fantasies about screwing Suzy. I lifted her legs so they rested on my shoulders as I continued to drive my throbbing dick hard and fast into my lover. Without giving Suzy any warning, I pulled out of her love box with perhaps three seconds to spare and ejaculated all over her sexy, sweaty body. Ropes of thick, white semen covered her from her neck to the top of her pussy. I let out a triumphant groan. I was quite pleased with my performance. I figured I had done quite well for a newbie.

I was surprised to find that my penis was still at least semihard, so I reinserted in into Suzy pussy and began to give her rapid gentle fucks with it. We eventually shifted to a side-by-side “spoons” position so I could enjoy fondling her nipples one more time. It was great fun.

Suzy was saying nothing now. She was just panting. I had to ask her the obvious question running through my mind, “Fucking you hard felt totally great for me, but did I please you with my penis, my love?”

“You still are pleasing me, Sean!” she said. From the tone of her voice, I got the impression that Suzy thought the question was downright ridiculous. “Don’t you dare pull out! Come a second time—and this time make sure you come inside me. I want to find out how it feels to have you ejaculate in my pussy.”

I didn’t know if I had the physical ability to have two orgasms so quickly, but I was certainly willing to give it my best effort. We resumed missionary fucking just so I could see the changing expressions on Suzy’s face—and watch her tits jiggle rhythmically to our fucking. The latter was a visual bonus for me.

“Shall we make a baby?” I inquired. I didn’t wait for an answer. My dick was fully erect again, somehow. So, I drove it into her with zero hesitation. I gave her another dose of pointless commentary. “Wow, your pussy is fabulous, Suzy! It just grabs my dick. I want to be the only guy who ever fucks you, period! Come on, Suzy, make me come, girl!  Five minutes later, I fired another two ropes of jism. It filled Suzy’s vagina to overflowing with some of it oozing out of her. When I pulled out, much more of my cum fell to the bedsheets and made a bit of a mess. I didn’t realize I brought Suzy to an orgasm. When she told me I had, I was even more pleased with my sexual performance. We got out of bed, took a shower together, and then we returned to the rec room downstairs and smooched on the couch for 45 minutes until my brother came home.

Philip came downstairs, too, to deliver a brief message. He promptly announced, “Congratulations, you two!” He said it without referring to why he said it. Suzy and I both knew that he knew how we had spent the bulk of the evening.

“Are you some sort of psychic?” I asked him.

He just smiled and said, “Hardly, Sean. You left your bedroom door open. I saw the mess on the bed sheets and the open jar of petroleum jelly on the table near your bed. I got the impression that you two weren’t discussing philosophy there. Your room even smelled of sex. You might want to tidy your bedroom before Mom and Dad get home.” Then he casually went back upstairs.

For some reason, I felt compelled to explain, “Philip suggested the lubricant, Suzy. He thought I might hurt you if we didn’t use it to assist our fucking.”

“That was very thoughtful of him. Still, I doubt if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” Suzy said. I didn’t know if she was exaggerating or not. “If we didn’t smear that goop on us, I’d be headed to the emergency room at the hospital. That is one impressive dick you have.”

Somewhere in the great beyond, my late paternal grandfather was smiling proudly. I was carrying on the Myers family tradition.