3.27.2020

Oh wow, so I see it 's been almost 3 and a half years since I in conclusion sat down to save one of these. Yeesh. Now I have to write from memory, as better I can. My living has changed a lot since I was an undergrad, back then. Let me try and commend how things went ...

I remember the initiatory time Bean and I made love. fountainhead, for him it was making beloved. For me, it was kind of kinky because of his age, and more `` making lust, '' than love. Up until that clock time I 'd only been with two men, my entire life. The first was older and wondrous and long-term, and the second was older and a manipulative son of a bitch and was somewhat recent. This is n't about them, but I feel it 's significant to ingest that setting to know where my point was at, with Bean.

He worshipped me. And for the first clip, I was with a pliable male. Instead of ME being teach, or used, I was the bold, experienced one.

I thought long and hard after that last experience in my dorm elbow room, where we all but did the deed of conveyance. I spent some meter wondering if I was taking advantage of his youthfulness, and if what I was doing with him was base, according to his age and naiveté. On both counts, I decided no. He was certainly pursuing me, and I desired him, and by the meter I was his age I very much knew what I wanted, sexually. So. He was free to fall out for `` study group '' the future weekend. He did n't get in fuss for descend nursing home late the concluding clip, so his parents wanted him place by 9pm. That was alright. My roommate had no program to leave campus. I had a group of girlfriend ... I 'll tell you about them in a future DD entry ... and they had a house off-campus, but Bean was n't ready to meet them. They were a bit a lot. They 'd have eaten him alive, ha. So I spent a few clam and rented us a cheap hotel room. I found myself actually kinda excited. He was a sweet boy, he thought I was a goddess, and had a really nice penis. : ) And I 'd never been anyone 's number 1, before.

In class, Bean did his best to not be smitten with me. He did one `` inappropriate '' matter the entire class ... he whispered that he ca n't get my naked dead body out of his nous. It gave me a shiver, and since he was a good boy, he got another blowjob in the upstairs ladies'room, during rupture. I managed to live with all of it, this time.

Sat came, he picked me up at 3 in the good afternoon. We were allowed to check into the hotel, then. He seemed really unquiet driving there, I had to differentiate him to calm down, I 'm not going anywhere. I thought about stroking his prominence during the drive, but I did n't require him to obliterate us both by crashing. : )

I left him in the car and checked in to the ratty office ... this is the moment I felt most like a trollop, ha. I was sure the dude knew I was there to fuck. I mean, obviously, right ? He was kind of greasy, and I caught him looking at my tits a lot. suspiration. Life of a girl.

Got the way keys, told Bean to draw in the car to the backrest. All suite opened from the outside. He parked in front of our doorway, turned off the car. I took his hand, `` Ready ? ``

He smiled at me, his big goofy smile, and answered, `` Oh yeah. ``

'' Come on, '' I smiled. `` Hurry, '' and left the car. I heard him follow.

I did n't even look back as I entered the elbow room ... I asked for a non-smoking, but you can tell when someone smoked in there, anyway. I guess They really did give me the skeevy sex room. But to be fair, right this second I did n't like. I went in the room, flipped the light electrical switch, looked around a second ... big poove bed, ugly bed cover, ugly carpeting, big old tube-TV. I did n't recognise any of those still existed, but yet. I could see the big mirror over a sink, and a door to what I assumed was the toilet/tub. I saw the door close behind me, in the mirror.

'' Lock it, '' I said without looking at him.

He did.

And before I could order him what to do next, he spun me around, grabbed me, and kissed me ... this high school boy, and his college miss. He did n't ask, he took ... and yeah, at that minute, I melted into it. I felt his hired hand on my ass pulling me close, and I felt something hard in his pants against my hip. `` Is that for me ? '' I asked through his candy kiss, rubbing my body against it. He just groaned, and sucked my tongue.

He was pushing me toward the bed, but I needed a bit. I pushed him back, told him to get in bed and waiting, and I 'd be right out. I pushed him back onto the bed and went to the gunpowder room. I took forethought of some personal matter, and patted myself clean with a damp hand towel, and thought about it ... and stripped down to absolutely nothing. I wished I 'd thought of bringing my sexy nightie, but I had n't. I opened the john room access and killed the lights from the switch, right there ... the room was now pretty dark, the only light from the window peeking around the light-blocking drape, that opened up to the parking lot. I peeked around the quoin, I saw bean in the bed, covert pulled up to his stomach, his chest bare. I shivered.

And I suddenly felt shy. `` Close your centre, '' I ordered. And I saw he did. And then I raced around the recess and jumped into bed next to him, and pulled the covers up to my chin. I was on my face, looking at him. `` Ok, you can spread out them, '' I said.

He did, looked at me, and smiled. I felt like a show he was about to open. He scrunched down in bed next to me, head teacher sharing my pillow, looking at me. He also pulled the covers up to his chin. I wondered if he was naked, too. Hoped. I reached out under the covert and his handwriting found mine, and I could feel the high temperature from his body. At this moment is when I felt most naked.

He broke the secretiveness, with his light stammer, `` Are you glad we 're doing this ? '' he asked.

'' Are you ? '' I answered ... a last little bit of wondering am I taking advantage of him ? in my mind.

'' Oh yeah, so sword lily, '' he answered, and then his hand found my unfinished waist, just over my hip. His touch modality gave me goose bumps, and I reached out and put my hand on his bare hip .... yep, naked.

His bridge player started exploring my cutis, so slowly, so gently. He still felt uncertain with me, that I was n't his to have got, yet. I touched his hip as well, but quickly moved down to my mark, and I wrapped my hand around him .... already shake hard. He gasped as I began to stroke it, slowly. I was reminded of a time when I was very young, stroking what, at the meter, seemed very big in my pocket-size manus. It was a near, ardent memory.

He became a little more sheer, at that, and he moved closer to me, and put his hand around me and grabbed my bare derriere boldness in his hand. I gasped too, as he squeezed. I was on the swim squad as an undergrad ... have I mentioned that ? And I know my legs and ass were, well, fairly rock-hard, when flexed. And I think he was a little taken aback by that. My ass was difficult than his. He did n't take in his paw off me, but I think I heard a gasp of surprise when I moved my leg, and he could feel my muscles move under my skin. : ) He gripped me harder, in fact, and pulled me closer to him, until the tip of his turncock was now against my potbelly, as I softly stroked it. I could feel the tip was already wet against my skin, such was his arousal.

A decision had to be made. I had rubber in my purse, but ... `` You 've never been with anyone else, right ? '' I asked.

'' No, '' he moaned lightly, `` Only you. ``

'' No other boy or girls have ever played with this ? '' and I squeezed for emphasis.

I think he thought I was accusing him of something, with the harm look he gave me ...

'' I 'm only asking because I 'm on the pill, and if I know you 're safe, we do n't take safe, '' I explained. If spoilt came to worse, I knew where I could get a morning-after birth control pill.

At this detail he hugged me, I do n't retrieve he wanted me to see his face, `` No, I 've never been with anyone else except you, I swear. ``

I put my manpower around him, and held him tight. `` Good boy. I do n't want anything between us, for our get-go clip. ``

And he started kissing me. My cheek, my lips. I rolled onto my back as he kissed my neck, my clavicle ... mmm. He kissed the dude of my breasts, and he briefly suckled my very hard nipples. I could tell I was flowing like a mountain stream, down there. He started kissing his way down my corporation ... and I certainly had no distaste to that, but ...

I pulled him back up, and moved under him, pulled him on me, between my legs. `` No ... I want this, right now. '' I did n't need foreplay, today. I reached down and grabbed his peter. I adjusted my hips a little more, centered him on top of me. And I pulled him toward me. I felt so required ... in want of being filled ... my pussy was hot, and quick, and we 'd been building up to this for calendar week. I was getting impatient ... I wanted him to dilute me, already. lantern slide deep inside me.

fucking me.

I pulled him to my entrance, and he was n't quite lined up right. His genu were faulty, his angle was ill-timed, he did n't throw the instinct of a man who fucks, to be blunt. To be honest, as this was my foremost prison term with a virgin, I had n't expected that. He did n't sleep together how to move. SO not his fault.

'' Relax, '' I told him. `` require your time. I want you in me ... sense where I am. Adjust yourself ... and slither it into my body. ``

It occurred to me to question if I 'd micturate him cum just by saying that to him ... lucky me, he did n't. He shifted between my peg, got a slight high, got a petty lower ... found the good spot. I reached down again and showed him where.

I do n't need to say he buried himself in me to the hilt, first thrust .... he was kinda big, and for me it had been a few months .... but I was so goddam wet. It did n't choose many poking until he bottomed out in me, and I was pretty surely there was still a little more than that would n't fit. It took my breath away, to be honest. I 'm reasonably sure he was moaning, `` Oh my god ... oh my god ... '' on top of me. I bent my legs and brought my human knee higher ... he was big enough to almost be uncomfortable in my unaccustomed body, and I needed to adjust him a little. He started thrusting and poking and making me gasp with the belt upon my cervical gates. I put one hand on the back of his neck, my other mitt on his back, and stopped him ... `` Bean, please ... '' I moaned. `` Wait a second. ``

He was already breathing so hard, and I was pretty sure I could feel his heart and soul racing through his rooster. We had n't yet done anything cardio, I wondered if his system was just flooded with adrenaline.

When he was still, `` You 're inside of me, '' I said to him softly.

'' Oh my god, '' he moaned, also softly.

'' I feel you so deep ... I feel so full. '' over honesty. I 've found in the years since ... when it has been a while since I had a aliveness penis in my consistence, I always seem to forget the ... refinement ... of it. The refinement of hard, hot, pulsing flesh. So unlike a composition of cock-shaped plastic.

So still, he looked into my heart, in the dim light. When he shifted over me, he also shifted inside me, and I swear to god I almost came. But he looked me in my center, and said, `` Oh my god, I love you. ``

Eek, I had n't seen that coming. Well ... it was an emotional bit .... maybe THIS is what I 'd been hesitating about, in taking this step with him. Not that his body was n't ready, but his emotions were n't. Ah, so.

But Hell with it .... right now, he was making me feel soooo safe. He was fucking me. Right now, I was his, and my body knew it. I did n't do his confession, but I shifted my coxa, took him in and out of my body a few inches. `` Oh baby, just hump me, '' I told him.

And he did. If took him a few apoplexy to kind of trope out the motion of it, but he was soon pounding away at me, fasting. Too fast, to be fair, but I was overwhelmed, and fortunately, 30 endorsement later when he started making his coming sounds, I was set, too. He cried out just as I felt him explode inside me, and it was all so erotic, I joined him, gripping his stopcock with my pelvic contractions, as he pumped spirt after spurt into my consistence, as deep as he could. My physical structure took all of him that she could get.

If there was any interrogative I was a cradle-robbing slut, all dubiety was dispelled as he pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me. I closed my ramification to try to hold him inside me ... it felt like a lot, and I did n't want to spend a penny a big mess on the bed where we were about to expend the rest of the afternoon.

I turned my head and saw him. On his back, nude sculpture. His cock was still semi-hard, and it was glistening with our juices, in the light from around the curtain. He was breathing hard, eyes closed, hired hand to his forehead. I reached out and touched his arm. `` Are you ok ? '' I was hoping he was n't about to call me a slut, and leave. Such things happen, sometimes.

'' Oh my god, so ok, '' he answered, and chuckled a little. Then he seemed to retrieve I was really there. He turned his head and looked at me, `` Are YOU ok ? I think I got form of rough, at the end, sorry. ``

Such a Henry Sweet boy. `` Of grade I 'm ok, it was amazing. ``

'' Sorry I finished so fast, '' he admitted.

I smiled, and touched his cheek. `` You finished me fast, too. You were fine. ``

He looked surprised by that, `` You .... finished ? Too ? ``

'' You just felt so good, I could n't help oneself it. ``

He smiled and pulled me close, and I 'll be honest ... when I felt his naked body against mine, in that crappy hotel room, in the bed where he 'd just given me his virginity, I had the impulse to tell him I loved him, too. But I held that in. Instead, `` Think you 'll be make for Thomas More, soon ? '' as I gently touched his semi-hard, but now unenviable cock, that had so recently invaded my body. I went to my knees and was about to kiss my way down his stomach in order to see how we tasted, all mixed together ... when I remembered I was VERY wax of semen. `` Do n't move ! '' and I jumped out of bed with my handwriting on my crotch, around the box, and grabbed the dampish hand-cloth from before. WOW did a lot of cum come out of me. : ) rafts.

Good thing I did n't let it make believe a big wet bit on the bed. I cleaned up a footling, turned the turning point, climbed onto the bed, and did n't pause ... I went straight for his rooster, with my mouth. And we tasted so good, together. It 'd been a recollective time since I 'd done this, gave a man head, right after he came inside me. Since early in high school. I 'd blank out how it tasted, and how it felt ... both physically, and what it did to my mental capacity. How when I feel close to a man, his joy is what gives me pleasance. How ... my consistency maybe does n't belong to me, any more, it belongs to him, to use as he will. These intuitive feeling all ran through me as this sweet boy hardened again, in my lip. And it was my instinct to give him all he wanted that caused me to straddle him, and guide him inside my body ... where he belonged. grievous thinking, for what should be a daily fling.

He lasted longer this time ... almost five minutes ... before he flooded me, again. I did n't cum, but it was fine. I gave him a few minutes to recover, sucked him to hardness again ( ah, teenagers ), and presented myself to him, on my workforce and stifle. He took the hint, mounted me, grabbed my coxa. I reached down to avail him find me, again, and this meter his learning curve was faster. He figured out how to strike, and began a steady rhythm method of birth control ... and after two orgasm, even this high school boy took a while, this time. He fucked me long and gruelling, and I came again with a petty help from my fingerbreadth, on my clitoris. And finally, he filled my soundbox a one-third time, with his living sperm. I felt so carry through, as a fair sex. I was serving my design, satisfying this beautiful boy. Again ... serious thoughts.

We laid there and talked a long while ... this time, even I felt a little fag. We stayed in bed through the dinner time of day, I casually stroked his cock while we compared notes on his initiatory metre, and shared ourselves. He held my tit, he caressed my nipples, he held my ass as he held me close. There are worse ways to spend a day.

8 o'clock, and he had a one-half 60 minutes drive him. We got out of bed to get dressed, but I could n't assist it, I squirmed into his arms. Standing naked on my tiptoes I kissed him ... and lingered .... and I felt him harden against my stomach, again. `` Do we have clock time for one more ? '' he asked, and I answered by turning around, and bending over with my hands flat on the bed. He did n't waffle, he grabbed my hips, I went to my tiptoes, and he found me, still wet.

He was fast and rough this meter, animalistic. It almost hurt, the way he was driving into my body, making my snatch his. And I pushed back at him, to take on him harder. He was gripping my hips so hard ... pulling me against him, slamming house, no worry for my wellspring being ... that it surprised me, I came again. And hearing me groan to `` Fuck me, fuck me backbreaking ... '' I got one more than load of sperm out of his body, doing their intimately to feel my egg. I collapsed on the bed, he collapsed on me, both of us trying to catch our breath.

'' Thank you for today, Bean, '' I said to him softly ... it felt like we were really done, that time.

'' I love you so much, Marissa, '' he admitted, and to be honest, my heart skipped a minuscule.

But I could n't say it back. I 'm not sure if I just was n't in that deep with him, or just did n't require to be, but at that point in my animation, it did n't affair which. I kissed his cheek, `` You have to get home, sweetie. '' I knew he did n't handle ... he was right where his lounge lizard genius said he needed to be, with the female he just mated. So I had to nudge him dressed, and out the door. I did n't stop to clean myself and my panties were SO loaded with his cum before I got back to my dorm room, ha. One is n't usually doing the walk-of-shame, hair mussed and smelling of sex, as early as 9pm. But I 'm not complaining. It happens.

We were well into the Fall full term by the time all this happened, so we only had a month left before Dec 25 break. We got that gross hotel room for 3 more Saturday afternoon, and we had quickies in the ladies room during lab breaks ... I quickly learned he could cum dainty and dissolute by bending me over the sump. I did n't always cum, but I liked watching his sweet face in the mirror as he gripped my hips and fucked me, the pleasure in his eyes, my knickers and pantie around my articulatio talocruralis. It was so naughty. And I could always wank after family, using his seed as lubricator, rubbing it into my clit. Still very hot.

We got our A 's and the term concluded, and we parted ways for the long break. He wanted to micturate plans for adjacent terminus, to schedule a class or two together ... but I did n't need to plan my docket around a relationship. That felt like a formula for disaster, so I resisted his suggestions. `` Let 's just see what classes we get, and go from there. '' I did n't desire to tell him I 'd be ok if we did n't stimulate any. I would have enjoyed it, probably, but it was n't anywhere near being in high spirits on my priorities list.

And he professed his love for me every time. In person, in bed on weekends, his sperm dripping out of my body, and in tenacious love-emails. It really was dulcet, and nice to be worshiped ... but to be brutally honorable, once the initial piece of tail was over and done with, I just did n't get into us as deep as he did. He was a dessert kid, but all we really had in uncouth was sex. I liked his cock, he liked my pussy. He did n't know that was n't really enough.

So we broke for Noel break. I said I 'd publish, and that I 'd see him in a month.

I thought he was ok with that, but when he showed up a week later at my house, 400 miles from where he lived, where I lived with my Mom, it was kind of a job, for me .