I've been a fan of this site for awhile so I decided to try and write a history of my own. I'm open 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 practiced looking guy ( multitude said I looked like Michael B. Jordan ) girls never paid me much tending. That changed my junior year. I spent my first of all two long time of high up shoal working out. I wasn't big, more of a lean/cut consistency build. I finally hit a growth squirt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 pounds. I combined my skills with my new tiptop to pass the basketball team. I guess being the new star of the subpar team had its perks. young lady would constantly stare and smile at me in the vestibule or scream my name from the crowd at plot. While I welcomed the newfound aid, I was completely out of my component. I often got queasy and froze in the comportment of beautiful women. My essence would beat extremely debauched and my palms became a sweaty mess. I could grade a bucketful in the clutch with hundreds of devotee cheating and screaming but put a pretty girlfriend beside me and I was like a deer in headlamp.

I developed my first press on a girl named Britney. She was a light skinned black girl with a dainty distich of boob, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice turn ass that wasn't too big but was proportional to the rest of her body. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( think a young Lark Voorhies from Saved by the 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 very much I appreciated the reenforcement.

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

I was immediately overtake with nerves. While I had hoped for a situation to face itself for us to go out, the me in my head was much practiced at communicating than the existent me.

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

She drove us to the local late nighttime daub in which was of course crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was able to book a decent dialogue with her. She was really well-situated to talk to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a nice meal before she dropped me off at home.

"I had a really good metre 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 weeks later after a night out I found myself at her home all by ourselves. She put on a pic and cuddled up with me on the couch. The perfume she had on was intoxicating and it felt wonderful to have this gorgeous charwoman pressed so close against me. We started some heavy making out which was typical over the last few workweek we spent together. I suddenly felt a hand slowly creeping up my thigh. While she had expressed interest in doing to a greater extent than just kissing, I had been reluctant due to my inexperience. I quickly sucked in a breathe to calm my spunk and managed to urge her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her house ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to continue her journeying upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight inches, anxiously anticipating what was to come. She began to rub my hawkshaw which, even through my boxers, felt very acute.

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

However, she quickly became distrait as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to go my helping hand to her pussy. To my surprisal, she was already soaking wet. Being the virgin I was, I blindly felt around her pussy. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hired hand up her slit. My fingerbreadth eventually hit her clitoris which caused her to immediately jerk into my manus.

"Ohh that felt so good. Keep that up baby,"she exclaimed with pleasure evident in her vocalisation.

I ran my fingers in tripping R-2 over her clit, driving her finisher and closer to what I hoped would be a great coming for her.

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

She was moaning loudly with her center closed tightly. Seeing her in that province of bliss kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in control despite this being my first intimate encounter.

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

Britney's body became unfaltering and her legs 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 plosive, don't stop consonant. I'M CUMMING ! !"

She still had her shorts on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my hand get noticeably surfactant. She finally opened her eyes and had this anserine grin on her look. As she got up and walked down the lobby, I couldn't help but find out her ass. She reached a room access, looked back at me, and made a come hither motion with her fingers.

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 enfold me. Once in the way, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate kiss on her lips. I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her arms allowing me to require it off her and exposed her brilliant breasts to me for the first prison term. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this image of feminine beauty. Her tit were rock hard as I leaned in to go down on one. She held my psyche tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not pull up stakes my mouth.

While suckling her breast, I gently slid her shorts and panties down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her bedspread her legs, noting her landing strip above her cunt that pointed to my ultimate destination. I slowly kissed up her second joint which elicited a whiney groan from her.

"Either work out me or get it on me but delight stop teasing me."

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

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

I sped up and instantly felt the feeling 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 eyes flashed open in delighted surprise.

"Oh yes Darius ! You're gon na puddle me cum again, this time all over your nice operose hawkshaw,"she said in a voice dripping with delight.

Her voice had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the edge. I hadn't asked if she was on birth control earlier and by now there was no way I could shape a tenacious judgment of conviction and ask I her. I pulled out and dart my cum all over her bosom and stomach. This triggered her second orgasm which seemed just than the first. She pulled me down into a kiss and moaned out her climax in my mouth for a honest 20 seconds. I looked down at her and she was the picture of perfection. The sight of of my cum contrasting on her peel was word-painting perfect.

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

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