I've been a fan of this site for awhile so I decided to try and publish a history of my own. I'm open air to critiques but please be constructive and not sound like an asshole. Hope you like it

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While I had always been a adept looking guy ( people said I looked like Michael B. Jordan ) girls never paid me a great deal care. That changed my next-to-last year. I spent my first two eld of high school working out. I wasn't big, more of a lean/cut body build. I finally hit a growth spurt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 Lebanese pound. I combined my attainment with my new height to lead the hoops team. I guess being the new virtuoso of the subpar squad had its perks. Girls would constantly gaze and smile at me in the anteroom or scream my name from the crew at games. While I welcomed the newfound attending, I was completely out of my element. I often got nervous and froze in the mien of beautiful cleaning lady. My heart would beat extremely fast and my palms became a sweaty jam. I could tally a bucket in the clutch with century of sports fan cheating and screaming but put a pretty girl beside me and I was like a deer in headlight.

I developed my first crush on a little girl named Britney. She was a light skinned black girl with a gracious pair of tits, maybe a B-C cup. She had a gracious one shot ass that wasn't too big but was proportional to the rest of her eubstance. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( cerebrate a young Lark Voorhies from Saved by the ship's bell ) and seemed like a very kind and actual person. To my pleasant surprisal, she approached me after one of our few profits.

"Hey Darius ! You played a enceinte game."

I thanked her and mentioned how practically I appreciated the support.

"Would you like to grab some food with me,"she asked.

I was immediately overcome with nervousness. While I had hoped for a site to demo itself for us to go out, the me in my oral sex was much better at communicating than the literal me.

I stammered out a,"Uh yeah. I'd definitely like that. Just give me a few instant to freshen up."

She drove us to the local late night topographic point in which was of course crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was able-bodied to hold a decent dialogue with her. She was really tardily to babble out to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a nice meal before she dropped me off at household.

"I had a really estimable sentence tonight,"she said.

"As did I,"I replied,"Maybe we could do this again sometime ?"

She agreed and gave me her earpiece number so we could remain to talk. We continued to go out and eventually I asked her to be my girlfriend, to which she gladly said yes.

A few weeks later after a night out I found myself at her home all by ourselves. She put on a picture show and cuddled up with me on the lounge. The fragrance she had on was intoxicating and it felt marvellous to have this gorgeous cleaning lady pressed so close against me. We started some heavy making out which was distinctive over the final stage few weeks we spent together. I suddenly felt a hand slowly creeping up my thigh. While she had expressed interest in doing more than just kissing, I had been loath due to my inexperience. I quickly sucked in a breathe to calm my nerves and managed to advocate her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her firm ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to stay her journey upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight in, anxiously anticipating what was to come. She began to rub my dick which, even through my shorts, felt very vivid.

"Hmm..even better than I had hoped,"she said.

However, she quickly became distract as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to move my hand to her kitty-cat. To my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Being the Virgo I was, I blindly felt around her pussy. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hand up her twat. My fingerbreadth eventually hit her clit which caused her to immediately hitch into my hand.

"Ohh that felt so soundly. Keep that up baby,"she exclaimed with joy evident in her voice.

I ran my fingers in sluttish circles over her clit, driving her finisher and closer to what I hoped would be a large orgasm for her.

"I'm gon na cum all over your hand. Please make me cum,"she all but begged.

She was moaning loudly with her oculus closed tightly. Seeing her in that commonwealth of bliss kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in control despite this being my initiatory sexual skirmish.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear,"Cum for me Britney, cum for me baby."

Britney's dead body became stiff and her legs began to stir. She loudly confirmed my intuition that she was about to cum.

"Oh my gosh…oh my gosh. I'm gon na cum. Don't stop, don't stop. I'M CUMMING ! !"

She still had her shorts on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my hand get noticeably wetting agent. She finally opened her optic and had this dopey grinning on her font. As she got up and walked down the hall, I couldn't assistant but see her ass. She reached a door, looked back at me, and made a come hither movement with her fingers.

I bolted after her, excited to recover out what was next. After making her cum, I had an air of confidence that seemed to enwrap me. Once in the way, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate kiss on her rim. I slid my deal down to the bottomland of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her arms allowing me to take it off her and exposed her magnificent breasts to me for the first of all sentence. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this image of womanly beauty. Her teat were rock hard as I leaned in to take up one. She held my head tightly to her tit, ensuring her teat would not leave my mouth.

While suckling her boob, I gently slid her shorts and panties down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her spread her legs, noting her landing place strip above her snatch that pointed to my ultimate goal. I slowly kissed up her second joint which elicited a fretful groan from her.

"Either bat me or fuck me but please stop teasing me."

I was more than happy to oblige. I lined my pecker up and she guided me in. We both let out audible oink of delight. Her pussy was unlike anything I could've ever imagined. I started out with slow strokes in and out of her twat, allowing both of us to adapt to the new sensations we were feeling.

"babe this feels so ripe but I need Thomas More,"she one-half moaned, half grunted.

I sped up and instantly felt the flavour of my impending cum intensify. I wanted her to cum again either before or with me. I reached down with my pollex and ran it over her clit. Her eyes flashed out-of-doors in ravish surprisal.

"Oh yes Darius ! You're gon na make me cum again, this clock time all over your nice hard dick,"she said in a voice dripping with pleasure.

Her voice had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the sharpness. I hadn't asked if she was on birth control earlier and by now there was no way I could spring a logical sentence and ask I her. I pulled out and take my cum all over her tit and stomach. This triggered her s orgasm which seemed unspoilt than the first. She pulled me down into a candy kiss and moaned out her orgasm in my mouth for a proficient 20 seconds. I looked down at her and she was the picture of idol. The sight of of my cum contrasting on her skin was picture perfective tense.

"That was absolutely incredible,"she said, sounding a bit tire out.

"Agreed. I have a belief we'll be doing a lot of to a greater extent of that,"I replied with a prankish smiling .