I Have Been With The Same Man Since I Was 15

I will write this out because it happened, I was in the ninth grade then. I am a retired high school principle now. But then, when this happened I lived in a small town of about 20 thousand outside of Pittsburg. My father sold insurance, door to door and my mother was a hair dresser. We were solidly lower middle class, living in a rented shotgun house.

My school had a contest and I was chosen and I was sent to this country club to sing, there were other schools there but it wasn't a competition, it was a show. I sung Ave Maria. At the club we were all held in this big room, and when it was our turn to perform we went into the dining room and sang, or danced.

I needed the restroom after I performed and one of the ladies walked me down to the ladies bathroom. There was just one toilet, and the door was locked and I stood there until I peed in my pants, and once it came out it came out, all over the floor. I was so ashamed and scared, I didn't go back to the waiting room. I walked out into the parking lot, which was at the back of the main building and went and sat against the wall of what was the golf shop.

A boy, or really a college student, not a boy, came up and asked me what I was doing. I blurted out what happened and he opened the door to the golf shop where he worked and found a pair of pants that might fit me and gave them to me. He made me take off my wet pants and panties and made me show him my pussy, show him with his finger in my vagina show him. He used a golf towel to dry me off, then sat me on the floor and ate my pussy, he undid his pants and pushed them down and told me to lean back with my legs open and kneeled and then fell on me and stuck me with his dick, he fucked me and came inside of me.

When it was time to leave, to go get on the school buses he walked me to where I should get on, in the pants he had found but no panties and told me to remember his name because he wanted more pussy and he was going to look me up. I guess at that time the expression was that I had my cherry popped that evening.

He did come looking for me, drove up in an expensive car which he had to park down the street and came in to my house. My father wanted to know who he was and what he wanted. he told my father he was my friend and he was there to take me out. My mother pulled me back into the kitchen and asked who he was and I told her he was a boy i had met, he went to college and he had a car. That was enough to get permission. My mother told me to put on a menstrual pad in case he got fresh and put his hand down my pants he would back off.

We drove to this motel where he had rented a room. It was a low class motel, the sheets had been used and the towels in the bathroom had been used. He told me to get naked, everything off. He took the lamp off the night table and held it to examine my pussy before eating me. He asked me if I had my period yet, since he had fucked me at the golf shop. He fucked me straight, and then put me on my hands and knees and finished fucking me in my back side, which hurt a bunch but I kept my mouth shut. I liked it.

We lay around naked afterwards, talking and he told me where he went to college and that he wanted to be an Engineer. I told him I was in the ninth grade and he told me I was pretty enough for being in the ninth grade and he really liked my pussy. He lay back on the bed and asked me to get over him and lower my pussy into his mouth while he played with my tits. I don't know why, I never said no to him, not about anything. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with me.

He went to college, I went to high school and he took me out when he was in town. I didn't date anyone. My father never trusted him, he thought he just wanted me for sex. My mother pushed me to keep dating him, if I was going to get pregnant to wait a year or two, but not to let him go.

By the time I graduated from high school I had one abortion and I had sex in every conceivable way. I learned how to jack him off, how to blow him until he came, how to fuck on my back, to sit over him, to give up my ass on my hands and knees. But mostly I learned how to be his girlfriend, even if I was a secret.

Being the times and where I grew up and all he married Sally McPherson who had been named Homecoming Queen at her high school and went to Vassar for college. She had three nice little kids, bing, bang, boom. I had mine about that time, but she was a secret. Being that was the times, I went to this teacher's college which got me into education and eventually into becoming a principle.

When he comes to see me, we talk about the kids, who are all grown up now. I suck his dick on my knees beside the couch, I love sucking his dick. He likes a tight ass and I bend over with my hands on the coffee table and he sticks his hard dick right up my ass until he is balls deep. I love the feeling, we have some lube he bought in Thailand that stings a little and makes it better. I clean his dick afterwards, I always have some warm towels handy to wipe his dick clean and he likes to have his dick sucked after he cums, he says it is at the most sensitive then. His wife Sally never once gave him her ass, not once. She is pretty prudish really, never liked sucking his dick or climbing over him and lowering herself on his dick either. Sally was never a good fuck.