I've been a fan of this site for awhile so I decided to try and write a story of my own. I'm capable to criticism but please be constructive and not voice like an son of a bitch. 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 attention. That changed my Jr year. I spent my low two year of high school working out. I wasn't big, More of a lean/cut trunk build. I finally hit a outgrowth spurt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 Irish pound. I combined my acquirement with my new height to direct the basketball team. I guess being the new star of the subpar team had its perks. Girls would constantly stare and smile at me in the foyer or scream my figure from the crowd at games. While I welcomed the newfound aid, I was completely out of my element. I often got anxious and froze in the presence of beautiful fair sex. My heart would beat extremely fast and my palms became a sweaty mountain. I could grade a bucket in the clutch with one C of fans cheating and screaming but put a pretty girl beside me and I was like a deer in headlights.

I developed my world-class crushed leather on a missy named Britney. She was a low-cal pare black girl with a dainty pair of boob, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice round of golf 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 escapade Voorhies from Saved by the Bell ) and seemed like a very kind and unfeigned person. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins.

"Hey Darius ! You played a bang-up game."

I thanked her and mentioned how a great deal I appreciated the keep.

"Would you like to snap up some food for thought 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 drumhead was much better at communicating than the existent 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 local tardily night spot in which was of course crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was able to nurse a decent duologue with her. She was really easy to talk to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a nice meal before she dropped me off at home.

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

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

She agreed and gave me her phone telephone number so we could continue to verbalise. 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 nighttime out I found myself at her planetary house all by ourselves. She put on a movie and cuddled up with me on the sofa. The essence she had on was intoxicating and it felt wonderful to give birth 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 hand slowly creeping up my thigh. While she had expressed interest in doing more than just kissing, I had been reluctant due to my inexperience. I quickly sucked in a breathe to calm my nerves and managed to urge her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her house ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to go forward her journeying upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight column inch, anxiously anticipating what was to fall. She began to rub my dick which, even through my shorts, felt very acute.

"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 hand to her twat. To my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Being the Virgin I was, I blindly felt around her slit. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hand up her slit. My fingerbreadth eventually hit her clit which caused her to immediately buck into my bridge player.

"Ohh that felt so skilful. proceed that up baby,"she exclaimed with joy evident in her voice.

I ran my finger's breadth in luminousness circles over her button, driving her finisher and closer to what I hoped would be a great orgasm for her.

"I'm gon na cum all over your hand. Please spend a penny me cum,"she all but begged.

She was moaning loudly with her eyes closed tightly. Seeing her in that country of bliss kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in control despite this being my outset sexual encounter.

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 stopover. I'M CUMMING ! !"

She still had her drawers on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my hand get noticeably surfactant. She finally opened her eyes and had this dopey smiling on her case. As she got up and walked down the hall, I couldn't assistant but follow her ass. She reached a door, looked back at me, and made a come hither motion with her digit.

I bolted after her, excited to find 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 kiss on her lips. I slid my script down to the fanny of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her blazonry allowing me to take it off her and exposed her magnificent tit to me for the initiatory clock time. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this image of feminine mantrap. Her nipples were rock hard as I leaned in to breastfeed one. She held my fountainhead tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not leave my mouth.

While suckling her breast, I gently slid her shorts and step-in down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her spreading her legs, noting her landing strip show above her twat that pointed to my ultimate destination. I slowly kissed up her thigh which elicited a whiny moan from her.

"Either work out me or do it me but please stop teasing me."

I was more than well-chosen to oblige. I lined my dick up and she guided me in. We both let out audible grunt of pleasance. Her kitty-cat was unlike anything I could've ever imagined. I started out with behind throw in and out of her slit, allowing both of us to adjust to the new sense impression we were feeling.

"Baby this flavor so adept but I need more,"she one-half moaned, half grunted.

I sped up and instantly felt the intuitive feeling of my impending cum intensify. I wanted her to cum again either before or with me. I reached down with my ovolo and ran it over her clit. Her eyes flashed open in delighted surprise.

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

Her voice had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the border. I hadn't asked if she was on birth control earlier and by now there was no way I could form a coherent sentence and ask I her. I pulled out and shot my cum all over her tits and belly. This triggered her second base orgasm which seemed better than the first. She pulled me down into a kiss and moaned out her coming in my oral cavity for a dear 20 seconds. I looked down at her and she was the scene of perfection. The quite a little of of my cum contrasting on her skin was flick perfect.

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

"Agreed. I have a feel we'll be doing a lot of to a greater extent of that,"I replied with a wicked grin .