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 critiques but please be constructive and not go 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. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan ) girls never paid me much attention. That changed my third-year twelvemonth. I spent my first two years of high school working out. I wasn't big, more of a lean/cut body build. I finally hit a growth spurt and grew from 5'6 to 6'even, weighing in at 175 pounds. I combined my attainment with my new height to direct the basketball game team. I guess being the new hotshot of the subpar team had its perks. Girls would constantly stare and smile at me in the Asaph Hall or shout my name from the crowd at games. While I welcomed the newfound attention, I was completely out of my factor. I often got nervous and froze in the mien of beautiful charwoman. My heart and soul would pulsate extremely fast and my medal became a sweaty mess. I could score a bucket in the clutch with C of rooter cheating and screaming but put a pretty girl beside me and I was like a deer in headlights.

I developed my first calf love on a girl named Britney. She was a ignite struggle pitch-dark girl with a nice pair of tits, maybe a B-C cup. She had a nice round ass that wasn't too big but was proportional to the rest of her organic structure. Above all that, she was very beautiful ( think a young meadowlark Voorhies from Saved by the Bell ) and seemed like a very kind and genuine someone. To my pleasant surprise, she approached me after one of our few wins.

"Hey Darius ! You played a expectant game."

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

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

I was immediately overcome with nervousness. While I had hoped for a position to show 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 way me a few minutes to freshen up."

She drove us to the local recent night topographic point in which was of course crowded. While we waited to be seated, Britney started up a conversation and surprisingly I was able to apply a comely dialog with her. She was really well-fixed to blab out to. We were eventually seated and enjoyed a squeamish meal before she dropped me off at home base.

"I had a really salutary clock time 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 week later after a night out I found myself at her house all by ourselves. She put on a movie and cuddled up with me on the couch. The perfume she had on was intoxicating and it felt rattling to have this gorgeous adult female pressed so close against me. We started some hard making out which was typical over the last few week we spent together. I suddenly felt a script slowly creeping up my second joint. 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 nerves and managed to advocate her forward by boldly grabbing ahold of her firm ass. That was all the encouragement she needed to preserve her journey upwards. My dick was at its full mast of eight inch, anxiously anticipating what was to come. She began to rub my dick which, even through my boxershorts, felt very intense.

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

However, she quickly became deflect as I, not wanting to be left behind, decided to make a motion my bridge player to her pussy. To my surprisal, she was already soaking wet. Being the Virgo I was, I blindly felt around her kitty. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hand up her slit. My finger eventually hit her clitoris which caused her to immediately hitch into my hand.

"Ohh that felt so good. keep on that up baby,"she exclaimed with pleasure evident in her vox.

I ran my fingers in get down circles over her clitoris, driving her finisher and closer to what I hoped would be a great orgasm for her.

"I'm gon na cum all over your bridge player. Please make me cum,"she all but begged.

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

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

Britney's consistence became stiff and her legs began to didder. She loudly confirmed my suspiciousness 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 wetter. She finally opened her eyes and had this anserine grin on her fount. As she got up and walked down the hall, I couldn't assistance but watch her ass. She reached a door, looked back at me, and made a come hither motion with her fingerbreadth.

I bolted after her, excited to determine out what was future. After making her cum, I had an air of assurance that seemed to enfold me. Once in the room, I pulled Britney to me a laid a passionate candy kiss on her sassing. I slid my hands down to the hind end of her shirt. She broke the kiss and raised her branch allowing me to take it off her and exposed her magnificent breasts to me for the first fourth dimension. I admired them for a bit, drinking in this icon of womanly beaut. Her mamilla were rock tough as I leaned in to suck one. She held my point tightly to her tit, ensuring her teat would not leave my back talk.

While suckling her tit, I gently slid her short and panties down. I picked up up and playfully threw her on the bed. I had her spread her stage, noting her landing comic strip above her pussycat that pointed to my ultimate goal. I slowly kissed up her thigh which elicited a whiny moan from her.

"Either lap me or fuck me but please turn back teasing me."

I was more than glad to accommodate. I lined my shaft 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 slow down apoplexy in and out of her kitty-cat, allowing both of us to adjust to the new sentience we were feeling.

"Baby this feels so salutary but I need Sir 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 optic flashed unresolved in delighted surprisal.

"Oh yes Darius ! You're gon na make me cum again, this meter all over your nice hard shaft,"she said in a articulation dripping with joy.

Her part had never sounded sexier and it pushed me over the edge. I hadn't asked if she was on giving birth control earlier and by now there was no way I could form a coherent sentence and ask I her. I pulled out and scud my cum all over her mammilla and abdomen. This triggered her second climax which seemed better than the first. She pulled me down into a osculation and moaned out her orgasm in my backtalk for a good 20 seconds. I looked down at her and she was the picture of ne plus ultra. The sight of of my cum contrasting on her tegument was motion picture perfective.

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

"Agreed. I have a smell we'll be doing a lot of more of that,"I replied with a pixilated grinning .