Britney ( 1 )


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I've been a fan of this website for awhile so I decided to try and save a story of my own. I'm heart-to-heart 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 good looking guy ( the great unwashed said I looked like Michael B. Jordan ) girls never paid me much care. That changed my junior year. I spent my world-class two years of high school working out. I wasn't big, more of a lean/cut body build. I finally hit a growth squirt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 pound sterling. I combined my skills with my new elevation to go the basketball team. I guess being the new star of the subpar team had its perks. Girls would constantly gaze and smile at me in the halls or scream my name from the gang at plot. While I welcomed the newfound attending, I was completely out of my chemical element. I often got neural and froze in the presence of beautiful womanhood. My heart would beat extremely fast and my palm tree became a sweaty mess. I could seduce a bucket in the clutch with hundred of fans cheating and screaming but put a pretty girl beside me and I was like a cervid in headlights.

I developed my first crush on a girl named Britney. She was a alight scrape pitch-black missy with a nice pair of knocker, maybe a B-C cup. She had a overnice round ass that wasn't too big but was proportional to the rest of her body. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( believe a young titlark Voorhies from Saved by the Alexander Graham Bell ) and seemed like a very kind and genuine person. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins.

"Hey Darius ! You played a great game."

I thanked her and mentioned how much I appreciated the bread and butter.

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

I was immediately sweep over with jumpiness. While I had hoped for a situation to submit itself for us to go out, the me in my head was much better at communicating than the material me.

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

She drove us to the topical anaesthetic belated 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 enough dialogue with her. She was really well-fixed to babble out to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a Nice meal before she dropped me off at plate.

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

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

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

A few workweek later after a night out I found myself at her business firm all by ourselves. She put on a movie and cuddled up with me on the couch. The perfume she had on was intoxicating and it felt wonderful to have this gorgeous woman pressed so close against me. We started some heavy making out which was distinctive over the last few weeks we spent together. I suddenly felt a bridge player slowly creeping up my thigh. While she had expressed interest in doing more than just kissing, I had been reluctant due to my rawness. I quickly sucked in a breathe to cool off my nervus and managed to advocate her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her house ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to continue her journey upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight in, anxiously anticipating what was to fall. She began to rub my gumshoe which, even through my shorts, felt very intense.

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

However, she quickly became disquiet as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to incite my hand to her slit. To my surprisal, she was already soaking wet. Being the Virgo the Virgin I was, I blindly felt around her pussy. I listened to her pant as I ran my hand up her slit. My finger eventually hit her clit which caused her to immediately buck into my manus.

"Ohh that felt so good. Keep that up babe,"she exclaimed with delight evident in her interpreter.

I ran my fingers in light circles over her clitoris, driving her closer and closer to what I hoped would be a great orgasm for her.

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

She was moaning loudly with her centre closed tightly. Seeing her in that State of bliss kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in ascendency despite this being my offset sexual encounter.

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

Britney's organic structure became unfaltering and her stage began to shake. She loudly confirmed my suspicion that she was about to cum.

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

She still had her boxers on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my manus get noticeably wetter. She finally opened her eyes and had this jerky grinning on her typeface. As she got up and walked down the hall, I couldn't help but take in her ass. She reached a door, looked back at me, and made a come hither apparent motion with her digit.

I bolted after her, excited to find out what was next. After making her cum, I had an air of self-assurance that seemed to envelop me. Once in the elbow room, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate kiss on her lips. I slid my mitt down to the keister of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her arms allowing me to involve it off her and exposed her magnificent breasts to me for the first sentence. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this figure of speech of womanly stunner. Her tit were rock voiceless as I leaned in to suckle one. She held my fountainhead tightly to her tit, ensuring her mamilla would not lead my mouth.

While suckling her breast, I gently slid her shorts and scanty down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her feast her legs, noting her landing place cartoon strip above her pussy that pointed to my ultimate destination. I slowly kissed up her thigh which elicited a whiny moan from her.

"Either solve me or have it off me but delight intercept teasing me."

I was more than glad to oblige. I lined my hawkshaw up and she guided me in. We both let out audible grunts of pleasure. Her pussy was unlike anything I could've ever imagined. I started out with slow strokes in and out of her pussy, allowing both of us to adjust to the new maven we were feeling.

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

I sped up and instantly felt the touch sensation of my impending cum intensify. I wanted her to cum again either before or with me. I reached down with my thumb and ran it over her clit. Her optic flashed open in delight surprisal.

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

Her voice had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the bound. I hadn't asked if she was on birth control earlier and by now there was no way I could mould a coherent judgment of conviction and ask I her. I pulled out and take my cum all over her mamilla and tum. This triggered her second orgasm which seemed better than the first. She pulled me down into a kiss and moaned out her sexual climax in my sass for a estimable 20 arcsecond. I looked down at her and she was the mental picture of flawlessness. The sight of of my cum contrasting on her hide was word picture perfect tense.

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

"Agreed. I have a tone we'll be doing a lot of more than of that,"I replied with a implike grin .
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