I've been a fan of this land site for awhile so I decided to try and publish a narrative of my own. I'm capable 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 ( citizenry said I looked like Michael B. Jordan ) girls never paid me much attention. That changed my Jnr year. I spent my first two days of high gear school working out. I wasn't big, to a greater extent of a lean/cut torso build. I finally hit a increase squirt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 hammer. I combined my accomplishment with my new height to result the basketball team. I guess being the new star of the subpar team had its perk. Girls would constantly stare and smile at me in the anteroom or scream my name from the crowd at biz. While I welcomed the newfound care, I was completely out of my element. I often got unquiet and froze in the presence of beautiful women. My tenderness would beat extremely fast and my laurel wreath became a sweaty mess. I could score a bucketful in the clutch with hundreds of fans 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 missy named Britney. She was a light scramble black young lady with a prissy duo of tits, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice round ass that wasn't too big but was relative to the ease of her body. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( cerebrate a young Lark Voorhies from Saved by the Melville Bell ) and seemed like a very form and genuine person. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins.

"Hey Darius ! You played a with child game."

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

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

I was immediately overcome with nervousness. While I had hoped for a situation to present itself for us to go out, the me in my head was much better at communicating than the real me.

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

She drove us to the topical anesthetic recent nighttime maculation in which was of row crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was able to hold a decent dialogue with her. She was really easy to talk to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a nice meal before she dropped me off at base.

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

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

She agreed and gave me her telephone issue so we could go forward to speak. We continued to go out and eventually I asked her to be my girlfriend, to which she gladly said yes.

A few calendar week later after a night out I found myself at her house all by ourselves. She put on a picture show and cuddled up with me on the couch. The scent she had on was intoxicating and it felt wonderful to have this gorgeous char pressed so close against me. We started some heavy making out which was typical over the last few weeks we spent together. I suddenly felt a deal slowly creeping up my thigh. While she had expressed sake in doing more than just kissing, I had been loath due to my inexperience. I quickly sucked in a breathe to tranquilize my face and managed to urge her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her firm ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to continue her journey upwards. My hawkshaw was at its entire mast of eight in, anxiously anticipating what was to follow. She began to rub my prick which, even through my underdrawers, felt very intense.

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

However, she quickly became distracted as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to move my deal to her kitty. To my surprisal, she was already soaking wet. Being the virgin I was, I blindly felt around her snatch. I listened to her pant as I ran my hired man up her prick. My finger eventually hit her clit which caused her to immediately buck into my hand.

"Ohh that felt so trade good. keep on that up child,"she exclaimed with joy evident in her articulation.

I ran my finger in luminosity rotary over her button, driving her closer and finisher to what I hoped would be a great 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 eyes closed tightly. Seeing her in that state of cloud nine kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in control despite this being my first intimate clash.

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

Britney's body became stiff 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 stop. I'M CUMMING ! !"

She still had her shorts on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my hand get noticeably bedwetter. She finally opened her center and had this dopey smiling on her case. As she got up and walked down the vestibule, I couldn't help but watch her ass. She reached a room access, looked back at me, and made a seminal fluid hither question with her fingers.

I bolted after her, excited to receive out what was next. After making her cum, I had an air of confidence that seemed to envelop me. Once in the room, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate buss on her lips. I slid my paw down to the bottom of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her arms allowing me to subscribe to it off her and exposed her magnificent tit to me for the start time. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this range of a function of feminine beauty. Her pap were rock intemperate as I leaned in to suck one. She held my fountainhead tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not impart my rima oris.

While suckling her knocker, I gently slid her boxers and panties down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her paste her legs, noting her landing place funnies above her kitty that pointed to my ultimate address. I slowly kissed up her thigh which elicited a whiny moan from her.

"Either lick me or fuck me but please block up teasing me."

I was more than glad to hold. I lined my putz 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 retard fortuity in and out of her pussy, allowing both of us to adjust to the new esthesis we were feeling.

"Baby this smell so dependable but I need Sir Thomas More,"she half moaned, one-half grunted.

I sped up and instantly felt the touch 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 button. Her eyes flashed open in enthral surprise.

"Oh yes Darius ! You're gon na pull in me cum again, this prison term all over your nice hard gumshoe,"she said in a spokesperson dripping with delight.

Her spokesperson had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the edge. I hadn't asked if she was on nascence control earlier and by now there was no way I could form a coherent sentence and ask I her. I pulled out and dissipate my cum all over her mamilla and stomach. This triggered her second orgasm which seemed better than the number 1. She pulled me down into a kiss and moaned out her coming in my backtalk for a honest 20 endorsement. I looked down at her and she was the delineation of perfection. The sight of of my cum contrasting on her peel was movie perfective tense.

"That was absolutely unbelievable,"she said, sounding a bit old-hat.

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