Britney ( 1 )


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I've been a fan of this site for awhile so I decided to try and indite a story of my own. I'm open to critical review but please be constructive and not sound like an asshole. Hope you like it

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While I had always been a dear looking guy ( masses said I looked like Michael B. Jordan ) girls never paid me much tending. That changed my junior year. I spent my first two years of high-pitched school working out. I wasn't big, Thomas More of a lean/cut soundbox build. I finally hit a ontogeny spurt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 Egyptian pound. I combined my acquisition with my new tiptop to lead the basketball team. I guess being the new star topology of the subpar squad had its perks. Girls would constantly stare and smile at me in the halls or shout out my name from the crowd at games. While I welcomed the newfound attention, I was completely out of my element. I often got queasy and froze in the front of beautiful adult female. My heart would beat extremely fast and my medal became a sweaty raft. I could score a bucket in the clutch with hundred of buff cheating and screaming but put a pretty girlfriend beside me and I was like a deer in headlight.

I developed my first crush on a lady friend named Britney. She was a light pare black girl with a nice yoke of bosom, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice round ass that wasn't too big but was proportional to the remainder of her organic structure. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( think a youth Lark Voorhies from Saved by the ship's bell ) and seemed like a very variety and genuine someone. To my pleasant surprisal, she approached me after one of our few win.

"Hey Darius ! You played a majuscule game."

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

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

I was immediately overcome with jitteriness. While I had hoped for a billet to acquaint itself for us to go out, the me in my header was much better at communicating than the real me.

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

She drove us to the local anesthetic recently dark berth in which was of row crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was capable to hold a comely dialogue with her. She was really well-off to talk to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a nice repast 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 bit so we could continue to let the cat out of the bag. We continued to go out and eventually I asked her to be my girl, to which she gladly said yes.

A few hebdomad later after a dark out I found myself at her star sign all by ourselves. She put on a movie and cuddled up with me on the sofa. The scent she had on was intoxicating and it felt tremendous to have this gorgeous charwoman pressed so close against me. We started some lumbering making out which was typical over the last few weeks we spent together. I suddenly felt a mitt slowly creeping up my second joint. While she had expressed pursuit in doing more than just kissing, I had been loath 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 firm ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to continue her journey upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight inches, anxiously anticipating what was to make out. She began to rub my gumshoe which, even through my boxershorts, felt very intense.

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

However, she quickly became distracted as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to move my paw to her pussy. To my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Being the virgin I was, I blindly felt around her pussy. I listened to her gasp as I ran my script up her slit. My finger eventually hit her clitoris which caused her to immediately buck into my helping hand.

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

I ran my finger in lite circle over her clit, driving her closer and closer to what I hoped would be a great climax for her.

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

She was moaning loudly with her optic closed tightly. Seeing her in that State Department of bliss kicked something on in me. I suddenly felt in restraint despite this being my first intimate face-off.

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

Britney's body became stiff and her pegleg 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 full stop, don't stop consonant. I'M CUMMING ! !"

She still had her shorts on so I couldn't see her cumming but I felt my hired hand get noticeably wetter. She finally opened her oculus and had this foolish grin on her face. As she got up and walked down the hall, I couldn't help but watch her ass. She reached a door, looked back at me, and made a descend hither motion with her fingers.

I bolted after her, excited to find out what was succeeding. After making her cum, I had an air of confidence that seemed to envelop me. Once in the way, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate kiss on her rim. I slid my hands down to the bottom of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her arms allowing me to aim it off her and exposed her brilliant chest to me for the inaugural time. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this simulacrum of womanly lulu. Her pap were rock hard as I leaned in to suckle one. She held my straits tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not depart my mouth.

While suckling her titty, I gently slid her underdrawers and step-in down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her bedcover her legs, noting her landing flight strip above her cunt that pointed to my ultimate name and address. I slowly kissed up her thigh which elicited a whiny moan from her.

"Either work out me or fuck me but please stop teasing me."

I was more than happy to oblige. I lined my putz up and she guided me in. We both let out hearable grunt of pleasure. Her pussy was unlike anything I could've ever imagined. I started out with slow down strokes in and out of her cunt, allowing both of us to adjust to the new sensations we were feeling.

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

I sped up and instantly felt the belief of my impending cum intensify. I wanted her to cum again either before or with me. I reached down with my pollex and ran it over her clit. Her eyes flashed candid in delighted surprisal.

"Oh yes Darius ! You're gon na make me cum again, this clip all over your skillful hard dick,"she said in a part dripping with pleasance.

Her voice had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the edge. I hadn't asked if she was on birth command earlier and by now there was no way I could form a coherent time and ask I her. I pulled out and dart my cum all over her tit and tummy. This triggered her indorsement orgasm which seemed comfortably than the 1st. She pulled me down into a osculation and moaned out her orgasm in my mouth for a sound 20 seconds. I looked down at her and she was the exposure of flawlessness. The visual modality of of my cum contrasting on her cutis was picture perfect tense.

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

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