*******So a couple of years back, I had a talk with the pilot author of the MSA serial. I like his story so lots and I wanted to use some of his persona in my own serial. He gave me his benediction, and this is the first of the serial. If you all like it, let me know and I 'll keep on with it. If not, I 'll cease and desist. So this narration is a bit short and tardily to start and the sex is quick, but its the undoer. Following stories will be foresighted and have More sex. On another note, I 'm going to jump push surf for my narrative mind. So if you got an musical theme for a story, or a tale you 've always wanted to see written, PM me and I 'll conduct a cranny at it. And as always crit is always welcome. I aim to please my fellow XNXXers. carnival steer and Following Seas*******

When Damien Inigo Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a still dark-brown cutis whole step, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined organic structure. The 60 minutes he spent lifting as well as doing muay Siamese and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and family back rest home in Long Beach, he was ready to take up fresh, to set about his new biography. He finished shave, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light-colored Amytal jeans and a red clitoris up shirt.

Rolling up the arm to his elbows and putting on a pair of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first off day of classes to begin. orientation had shown him that this shoal would be something deserving memory, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a twosome of clotheshorse that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28.

Most multitude didn't understand why he loved his car so much ; it was old, no doubt. But the classic auto that everyone loved today were, at one point in sentence, at an ungainly time stage where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became gatherer's pieces. He was just making trusted he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a rust bucket. He had ported and polished the mind, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a moth-eaten air consumption, ceramic heading back exhausts, a high cubicle torsion converter, a supercharger, and cheater slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear bike. Not to advert the temporary removal was completely remake, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the paint job being a hard matte dark. He did love his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this meat packing factory back home.

He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to sprightliness as a gaggle of lady friend walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear panorama mirror them jump at the phone of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself,"Yea, this is going to be a good year."
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Damien started on as the professor at the headway of the socio-economic class was going on about the syllabus for the twelvemonth. Trigonometry was his first-class honours degree grade of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong courtship and he had barely passed trigonometry in high school. As he listened to the former man droning on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his optic wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really honest looking girl in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill engagement in the rainfall, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it.

The prof dismissed the category and he stood up and walked toward the passing. As he was just out the door, a voice behind him called out,"Hey Damien !"He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him."What's up bro"Damien replied"I didn't see you in there ”."Yea, I was up in the back talking with a duad of really hot biddy. There's a party Friday at one of their Quaker theatre out in Student housing, you down ?"“ Fucking A right wing, I'm biz"Damien said."What do you have next ?"To which Max replied,"English 101."Damien sword lily he had a class with someone he knew said,"afters, I've got that one too ”. As the couple walked towards the building of their next course of study, they couldn't service but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girls over by some cinch board, a dyad playing Frisbee with some bozo under the trees, they were everywhere.

"So many pick, so short difference."Max said as they watched they delectable female."My destination this twelvemonth is to lie with as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes."“ well, there certainly isn't a shortfall, so good luck with that"Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture hall and got seats in the spinal column of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three to a greater extent guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a gangling gabardine boy with light-haired hair's-breadth, blue heart was one of those bozo who should make grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a large Russian comrade, even taller than Damien by a mates of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibration that he wouldn't damage a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your head off. And then there was David Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, wide on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last duo of days while people continued to pour into the room.

Then Keegan asked Damien,"Hey did you see that soldierly fine art home right off campus ?"Damien capitulum perking up replied,"No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here."“ Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that."Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu ? tinker's dam, definitely didn't know about that."Damien replied."Well, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to derive ? You've done that variety of stuff before right ?"Keegan asked."Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you."

Damien was however, being quite mild. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His stand up was good, but it was on the primer where he shined. He had gone to tournament and rival winning a good majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious rassling tournament known world wide and he placed irregular in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that night and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have good instructor and not be one of those dime a dozen gym. Just then the professor for that year walked in and began his presentation. But Damien mind was else where ; his head was on the mat.
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Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In neon letters above the readiness were the words Salvatore Bros."This is the place ?"Damien asked and Keegan nodded his principal. They both got out and oral sex towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an senior lady at the front end desk, around 50 with gray-headed hair crow's feet around the oculus, but a warming grinning on her face."Hello, can I help you ?"she asked. Damien said to her,"Hi, me and my supporter here are new to the area so we thought we'd moderate your gym out."“ Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my hubby and his brother. They're giving a example right now, there are death chair on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch."“ Thank you very very much ma'am. Come on lets go."Damien said turning to Keegan.

The duo walked around the street corner towards the mat. There was a line of chairs along the wall where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two honest-to-goodness gentlemen who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore sidekick and they were demonstrating a triangle choke crosspatch. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked"What is he doing ?"Damien explained."For that move the attacked has his adversary in a Triangulum choking coil. But because he's resisting the meekness, the round lifts his hips and shifts opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opposer genitals, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the cervix and immediately forces the antagonist to tap out or let his neck broken."As on cue, one of the brothers demonstrates the motion and as soon as it was locked in, the early crony tapped the mat."shucks, that shit looks like it hurts"Keegan stated wincing."Yea, it definitely is not fun"Damien replied.

The comrade broke the circle sending everyone out to practice session the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan."Hows it going male child ?"one of the blood brother said to them."My name is Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here ?"Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his element,"Yes sir, we both just started school down the road."Damon replied,"Yea we get a lot of the pupil who like to get along in from clock time to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse chemical group here."As Damien looked around he saw black, tweed, Male, female person, youthful and older. It was a pretty diverse, a good sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to screw ca-ca up.

As he continued to await around, Stephen exclaiming snapped him out of his observation."Hey wait a minute I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right ?"“ Uh yea, how did you bonk that ?"Damien asked, puzzled."The Abu Dhabi endure yr, you were in the 180s. I followed your match and I have to say I was thoroughly impress. You are extremely gifted. shame you didn't take first."Stephen said."Wow, I didn't even think some one would think from a tournament a twelvemonth ago."Damon spoke up,"No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the dear matches I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time."Damien was glad he was nighttime shin, he hated the thought of people seeing him redden.

The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the elbow room."And what about you son ? Why so quiet ?"Stephen asked."To be honorable sir, this is the start meter seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of water feels like, only you know…without the dying."“ Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle giant,"semen on son, lets sit down and let me order you a little about jiu jitsu."Damien slapped his friend on the back and said,"Don't headache you'll be OK man."

As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the president to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit."A lot of the mass in proper now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more kick upstairs guys, it helps them learn. So there a couple mass in here who should be able-bodied to keep up with you…for a little while at least."Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be nigrify."I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably sound off my ass."He said."hokum !"Stephen exclaimed,"Your form of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapple one of my best, if not best. That is if you want."Damien couldn't deny the impulse he felt to roam around on the mat."Absolutely. But I not entirely cook, I didn't bring any geartrain"he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this natural event, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his train made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand,"Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up."

Damien turned and walked back towards the front, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's substance. The fair sex left for a minute and returned with a black long sleeve blizzard sentry go, a pair of underdrawers and a oral fissure part."Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way"she said pointing him in the veracious direction."Thank you ma'am"he replied walking towards the changing room.

He quickly changed over, his epinephrin beginning to pump, his heart pace racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled ; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold tile under his feet and leaving his clothes on the judiciary next to the front sideboard. He walked back out to the mat and over to Sir Leslie Stephen and said,"I'm quick. Let's do this."Stephen laughed a recondite hearty laughter,"I love the forwardness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at ?"A feminine voice behind him said,"Over here."Damien turned around and his jaw dropped.

What a sight to lay eyes on. Tall, as she was almost eye stratum with him, brown centre, with blonde hair that hair brown streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her middle. Cute small little intrude, with these full lushes lips. She was extremely busty, that much was evident, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were large and round, and she was in conurbation fight short circuit which hide the physique. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to feet with cunning garden pink colored toenails with heyday on the big tow.

"You gon na fucking stare all night or you going to get your ass kicked ?"this whang growled at him in menacing phonation. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the center field of the mat. Sir Leslie Stephen laughed again and said,"trade good fortune son ”. He followed her and noticed her ass. It was immense. Even in the design hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him gruelling, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the early grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two.

"You two gear up ?"Stephen said outside the roundabout of students. The girl looked at him and nodded her headland and Damien said"Ready ”. Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said"Begin."Damien tried to get his mind together. This beauty in strawman of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to shoot down his chief off, was making him very distracted. He extended his deal, habitual between two resister as to wish each other a sound match.

She grabbed it with her outside hand, and shooting her inside script under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his vertebral column, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her free script under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately start to build in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble. His nous shut off and inherent aptitude kicked. Because she was so prompt to try and finish him, she had improved her spatial relation and taken the mount, so with his legs dislodge, Damien took his outdoor leg and swung it around in forepart of her facial expression and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock and pushing her away. She was prompt to retrieve. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full sentry duty. He put his hand on the book binding of her headland and sucked it into his dresser. She began to make on opening his branch up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her monolithic titty were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter mentality and felt his dick stir again,

She capitalized on his lack of defence force and posted one of his knees to the priming and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his former side of meat getting the riding horse. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his headland and put chest pressure on him. Now her giant globes were mightily in his face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and forth between rousing and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick heavyweight mamilla were crushing his side.

He reached his paw to pry one of hers off his head, but she countered, grabbing it with a destruction grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in worry again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her slipshod and he shot his release had up to grab is forearm and used the extra outer space her leg left to get his psyche costless. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her powerful legs were damn near crushing his ribs."Goddamn this bitch is solid"Damien thought to him. He saw her middle quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to undertake to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control.

Even with her mouth safety device in, he heard her say"Fuck ”. He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could feel her titty on his bureau and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to observe focus as her hips came of the ground as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to lug her reversal modulation and slid his leg over her physical structure. Now he had the mount and the upper hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her dresser to keep him from capitalizing with a meekness attempt. Once again, he was face first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to jerk him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely perspiration, he found himself attracted to the fragrance. In his ear he heard her say,"Pervert"in his ear. He then became aware of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the stomach as he sat on top of her.

Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the Lapp clock time posted his right leg outside her head word and then go down it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a trigon choke. She started to stand up, but he picked her genu and she fell back down. Her face was turning brightly red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her head was locked in between his stage, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to push aside is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her oral cavity while popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his pelvic girdle up, slipped his leg up and under into her genitals. As his foot made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its got ta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet ? Is she actually getting aroused at this ? He let his view wander no Thomas More and sat up, completing the crank.

Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick ; he knew she could feel his rigor. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more master than that, but grappling with stunner had made him hard and now with her face squished into his turncock, he want to do more to her, but he mind was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her handwriting slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her.

She took in a gravid gasp of air and spit out her gumshield. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the mass that were in the room, in the warmth of his tear he had forgotten there were still hoi polloi here. Sir Leslie Stephen walked to the kernel of the circle they were in and slapped in on the rachis."Goddamn son that was a skillful match. You okay there Donovan ?"he said looking at the soil where she was still getting up."I'm all right"she replied shooting what can only be described as the smell of all encompassing hate and get it on offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the R-2 and over to the adult female's changing room.

"I really thought you had lost it there for a instant when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a good as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my Brother and I can really make something truly outstanding out of you."Sir Leslie Stephen said after telling the grade to take aim a 5 minute break and pulling Damien off to the side of meat."We're like a menage here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the newer students can learn from you just as much they do from some of the other guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a natural endowment like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity."Damien thought about it for a s, and replied,"I really like the feeling here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me train her."“ Excellent !"Sir Leslie Stephen said clapping his hands together."Alana ! ejaculate here for a moment will you."The woman from the front line desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Sir Leslie Stephen on the mat."Yes dear ?"she asked."Damien is going to be joining us here so please take him up nominal head and get him his report and the geartrain he needs on the house."Damien was quick to say,"That's not necessary sir ..."But Stephen waved his hands,"No worries son, its on us."He turned and walked back plaza mat and said,"Alright everybody, gathering around, lets do a breakdown of the mate you just watched."Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility.

She got him his registration composition and insurance newspaper which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a software package containing two rash safety device, one Patrick Victor Martindale White and one blackened, both long sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the spine. It also contained a pair of grappler drawers that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass."Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $ 100."She reached behind the heel counter and handed him a towel and said,"There is a shower in the back of the changing way and soap as well, You should go strip up. curl around there has made you a hot spate ”. He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the recession."Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tapes and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you waitress up like another 45 minutes ?"he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his optic, the one most usually get when they are introduced to something that they like."Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done."And with that he headed to the locker room.

He stripped quickly and got under the pee. It was tradition for him. He always took a nice hot exhibitor after a catch, and went over his every move. But this time was unlike. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood ticker, how when his body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and make how hard he was. The young woman he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, tidy over ordinary but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference wise it was about 6 maybe 7 in around.

And right now it was at to the full length, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to bust one off literal nimble, but that would be disrespectful. He'd postponement until he got back dwelling to buck off to that sexy bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his weapon from her Keylock and armbar and how his rib were still sore from that death suitcase she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick powerful legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the piddle to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his puppet went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the locker where his clothes were.

He had just put on his drawers and pants when he felt individual behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker way open. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his rachis hit the row of cabinet. He opened his eyes again to face up his attacker, set up to rap there fucking headland off when his jaw dropped again.

In front of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another clenched fist to the face. His head reeling, shucks this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted,"What the nooky is your trouble ?"“ No, what the nookie is yours"was her retort."You come in here thinking your hot Irish bull, basically eye Brassica napus me, and then your felt me up the entire time we were grappling !"Damien mind was racing."Are you insane, you were beating me down the entire time and I.."she interrupted him,"Oh so that wasn't your hawkshaw that was impaling me in my venter, just a roll of quarters right ? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your gumshoe into my face ? Right ? Right ?"Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to choke him. okey, sufficiency is enough. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to take her off of him.

But then she got closer, her head right following to his ear, and her consistence pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he thorax and she whispered in his ear with a burly voice that instantly made his shaft hard,"If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask."All Damien could manage was,"Wha…"before she kissed him on the buttock. Then wax on the sass. From the start she was emphatic. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his school principal, pulling him into her lips. Her entire, full-blooded pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a mile a second. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the billet, and then…tongue. He felt her lip part his sassing and she slipped her inside. She flicked his spit with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening ? She broke the osculation, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eyes and said,"So are you going to fuck me or what ?"

Damien still moving a bit dull, apparently to slow up for her liking. She rolled her centre and said,"I guess I have to make the decision for you."She dropped to her stifle, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his blue jean. Her bridge player rubbed up and down his genital organ as she cooed,"What have we here ?"And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the cheek by his dick springing forth. She laughed,"So that must be why your head idle right now, all your blood is down here."Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his dick in her hand."Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you ?"she said kissing the mind of his very toilsome hawkshaw. She then lifted it up and licked the calamus from balls to tip and then it in her sass.

Damien let out a gasp of air as his cock was engulfed her warm and wet oral cavity. His torso was on fervidness. She started slowly, her mind slowly moving down his shaft and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more lost in joy. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his peter. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her headland moving back and forth on his hammer, but couldn't get past that halfway cross. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to burst forth right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't ? This busty lulu was on her knees, fucking him with her oral fissure and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting more of his dick in her mouth."What's the topic you stuck"he asked laughing. She stopped her header movements and looked at him. She had those deadly heart again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this fourth dimension, his pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to whirl her spit around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little feeble in the knees."Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking goodness at that."He said in a soft vocalisation, this blonde harpy was trying to suck the meat on his bones."Fuuuuuuuck, hoot that it…..whoooo…..shit girl.

He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to total so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to last much tenacious if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her helping hand and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to a good deal. And something in him, took over. That primal impulse to bed the keep shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her base.

He pulled her in to a kiss ; there was no romance, just lust pure luxuria. His hands traveled down to her shank and then to her ass. It was so bombastic that he could snap up all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a nip. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her monumental breast were crushed up against his breast and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said,"Shit, I'm so fucking wet."He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His manpower going to her breast, he grabbed two smattering and began to encounter with them through her shirt."Oh my god, that feels so good"she moaned in a husky voice that sent Damien over the edge.

He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear,"You have too many clothes on."She pushed her ass backwards into his gumshoe and land it against his raging punishing on and said,"You should fix that."Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result sound was a fleshy thwack that rang out through the footlocker way."Mhmmm, I love that shit."She whispered looking back at him."Now fuck me."

Damien stood to his replete height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he ` shoved himself inside her."Ohhhhhhhhhh, know yes. screwing the slow shit. Fuck me hard."And so Damien slid his full moon length inside her."Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes"she cried as Damien began to have sex her. He quickly got up to full speed, ramming his hawkshaw into her tight jam. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so flaming tight."Just like that, just like that, don't stop"she moaned in that beefy representative that was driving Damien crazy.

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my honorable fuck me !"she screamed again. Damien looked down and the mass of her giant ass bouncing off his gumshoe and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove chisel deep into her and her head came back as she cried,"Shit, oh my god, do it again."He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the sound of his hawkshaw plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His clod tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her riot and moans of pleasance urged him on until she screamed"Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gon na fare gon na amount gon na come."

Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the storage locker behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !"she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood line trickle down his breast but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the lockers."That's it right there, oh my god I'm cumming, Im cumming, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !"she moaned into his ear as he felt her wet hot kitty-cat clamp down onto his gumshoe and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a powerful coming and her eye rolled into the back of her brain.

"Don't stop don't stop don't don't blockage"she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the stopping point of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left."Oh fuck, make out ass nookie, diddlyshit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit"and her twat clamped down even loaded, and her breeze through dug into his rachis. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one final knife thrust, he buried himself into her and an sexual climax like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks."Goddamn, yessssss, take in it slut"He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his tool came out with a lowly pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look."I cant feel my legs."

He had to laugh, and helped het sit down. She looked at him,"Take it slut huh ?"Again he had to laugh,"Yea sorry I kind of got carried away."He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him experience incredible awkward."So this is kind of weird."he said."A little but the sex make up for it."Then it hit Damien,"wait, you are you on…"“ Relax macho-man, I'm on birthing control. Now hand me my shorts."She said.

After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a dude sitting on the hood."Umm is that your ..."“ No, he's my brother Tim."she said anticipating the enquiry. That's a substitute that would have been crazy as piece of tail. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions."Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hired man and Damien thought it was weird that Tim had to goofiest smile on his expression. What does he hump Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female person, who he had just had sex in a footlocker elbow room with take the air around to the rider side of the car, as in a quieten articulation so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side.

"So I'm going to start out training here, so what do we do now ?"“ Got a phone ?"she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the silver screen a bit and handed it back to him."What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can promise me."She said with a diabolical smile as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his pouch as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym."Man this place is incredible. The brothers are real down to earth and easy to blab out to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you ?"he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how much a big kid this behemoth was."Yea, I signed up to. You can ride with me when we need to train."And with that they both got in the car and drove away.

Later that dark as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the event of the day kept replaying in his head. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the footlocker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girlfriend epithet. He grabbed his phone off his bedside vanity and pulled up his meet listing and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his pipe dream of Ashley Donovan .