His kiss made me powerless

The next day after school I was terrified. It was unclear if Lloyd would pick me up. I didn’t know whether D will show up either. So I stayed in the cafeteria letting time pass, pretending to read a book.

Suddenly, from behind, two hands covered my eyes! I kept still and thoughts run to my head. Who could this be???

Unexpectedly, it was Wilbert. Who would know! He apologized soon as he saw my wide stare and pale skin. He didn’t intend to scare me. And asked where my protective hunk boy friend was, in a sarcastic way.

I said I’m afraid he won’t pick me up today. Why be afraid he asked. And I just laughed. He offered his “protective services” if I don’t mind he said. He was always nice to me so I accepted. He first bought me a soda shake and offered a sandwich. I wasn’t hungry so he just gave me the drink and we went out the cafeteria.

As we were walking by the street, I saw the pick up truck of D parked by the distance. I cling to Wilbert’s arm and acted jolly. He was surprised by my gesture but felt comfortable and told jokes, trying to make me laugh. I laughed, but half the time not understanding what he meant. I hope he didn’t notice. I was fully aware that D’s truck was following us, stopping by a gutter once in a while.

I asked if it’s ok to go to his house today. He was excited with my sudden proposal. He joked that he wasn’t prepared and now I would see his altar made of photos of me. I didn’t take it seriously but he claimed to be serious and asked that I won’t laugh at it. That’s the time I actually laughed out of fun.

I never found out if Wilbert really had an altar of me or not, as Lloyd surprisingly showed up. I smell trouble whispered Wilbert, as he bade goodbye and shook my hand. He thanked me for the wonderful walk and said hi to Lloyd. Without any words, the two boys looked at each other and Wilbert walked away. Lloyd just stood there watching me.

Now him? And what’s with that flirty laugh?

What was that suppose to mean?! He was just trying to be nice.

He didn’t reply and just walked with me. I searched the road to see if D was around and didn’t saw him or his truck. Without paying attention to my eyes searching the road, Lloyd kissed me on the street and squeezed my ass. He knew how to make me weak. So without any other thought, I just hugged his arm and we walked home. He was rubbing his arm to my boob as we were walking and talking dirty to my ear.

My girl, my Daisy, so pretty and so fuckable. Men drool over you but I am the only one who kisses your pussy wet to let it drool on my dick. I could fuck you now here on the street or there behind the bush, you know. My dick is already hard for you, feel it.

Then he held my hand and made my fist press to his cock. I rubbed it a little and Oh! It was hard indeed. We stopped walking, then kissed. He held my ass with both of his hands and pressed his hips to mine. Of course I felt his cock pushing to my pussy. I was weak on his arms and begged for him to fuck me.

But we were teasing each other and I knew people are starting to stare at us. He flaunted his trophy and placed his arm to my shoulders. We walked as if he was saying, this is my girl! And I felt proud too.

Suddenly, a car with loud stereos stopped by our side. It was Lloyd’s friends asking us to join them. I said I was still grounded and I can’t come. But Lloyd told them he would join only if they drop me off my house. He didn’t ask my permission but he knew I can’t protest to his decisions, so I just hopped in the car.

Soon as I got in my house I started to get irritated by Lloyd’s decision to go with his friends. But not only that, he was touching me all over in the car, in front of his friends, and kissing my neck and ears too. He knows I was submissive to his demands. I always fall for his kiss and my mind goes blank. And I even went far to licking and sucking his finger to show his friends how I loved him. They all cheered and I felt so foolish but I just smiled.

The sickening thought of what he might be saying to his friends while I’m not with them was stopped as I heard a voice from behind me.

“What a naughty boyfriend.”

I got goosebumps all over. I knew that voice! And when I looked behind, it was D. Smiling at me. to be continued...

And step-dad steps in

I was lying on my bed and D was behind me kissing the back of my neck. I pushed him away. But he won’t stop. I punched him with my elbow to back off but he kissed my hair instead. So I stood up, irritated, and went to the bathroom next to my room. Lloyd was there washing some clothes. And he held up my panties, his whisper echoed to the tiles, you left this by the sink. Then I heard Lloyd’s voice changed to my step-dad’s.

“You left this by the sink. Daisy, wake up.”

And I opened my eyes and saw my step-dad sitting by my bed, holding my stiff panties up. Dried traces of cum made it stiff and white in some parts. It was obviously what Lloyd used to wipe his cum off himself.

Who was here this afternoon he asked. But I didn’t reply and took my panties off his hand. Go away!

But he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he grabbed my arm and threatened me. If I ever catch you and Lloyd, I’m going to…

What? What will you do?

That was my first time I answered him back! And it felt good. But what he said next startled me.

Nobody can ever have you!

His grip became tighter and he placed his other hand on my leg, letting it slide to my inner thighs. But before he could reach further, I kicked it off and timely, my mom called his name out. She shouted from the kitchen and he immediately let go of me. He replied by shouting back that he’s in my room. Mom called me too, saying the dinner is getting cold.

I laid there terrified as he stood up and looked at me whispering that he’s not done with me. My eyes fell to his hips. I saw he had a boner and I looked up back to his eyes. He knew that I saw it. And he smiled with the thought that I looked at it. He then went out my room, gently closing the door saying that I was lucky mom didn’t saw my panties.

What a creep! He knew my mom won’t believe me if I told her what just happened and what he just said. She would think I was just covering up for what I have done. She loved him too much to believe such a thing. Step-dad knew how to shut me up. And that made me scared.

I called Lloyd but he was cold. He asked about the man in the tinted truck and who he was. I explained that he was the painter who fixed the roof of our house last weekend, but he doesn’t believe me. I asked him to pick me up at school tomorrow and that my dad knew he was with me earlier. Without having the chance to explain my side and tell him what my step dad just did, he kept on talking and cutting me, saying that if he ever catches me with anyone else, he wouldn’t know what he could do. Then, leave me then and there. So I better not do anything behind him nor even think of doing anything. He said that he had sacrificed a lot for me and he kept on talking and talking and talking. He always does that. He wanted me to cry. And he was successful. I was on the palm of his hands.

Does he really know me more than what I expect? And who would I run to if he really left me? What will I do with my step dad, now that he laid clear his intentions? What will I do with D? Now that I still do not know his real name, how can I stop him if he does something to expose me? This is way too much for me to handle!

Why don’t they just all go away and leave me alone!



I went to the bathroom and sunk to the tub. I skipped dinner and just laid there under the bubbles. I cleansed my body gently with a liquid soap and felt my soft skin slither with the water. I wish I can cleanse my soul this easy.

Then, as my hand roamed my legs, I couldn’t resist but slide a finger in my pussy. I held myself tight and rubbed my nipples and closed my eyes. I fingered myself gently. Slowly thumping the water to my skin and feeling my pussy walls getting wet inside. I slid another finger in and rubbed myself while opening my legs wide. This is where Lloyd has been this afternoon. This is where D wants to be again. And this is where step-dad wants to be in. Increasing the pace, I suddenly felt a tremble in my pussy as my cum softly gushed thru mixing with the water and bubbles.

My last moan echoed in the bathroom. Then I knew. I just have a body made for fucking love...

Satisfy the Stalker

I know I'm such a bitch for not writing soon what came next after my one night stand with that Mexican boy who painted and fixed the roof of my house. So after a few blogthings, here you go... the continuation of Princess Slut...


I was going to meet Lloyd after school at a nearby grocery store. As I was standing by the gutter, a small pickup truck with heavy tainted windows stopped in front of me. A low voiced man breathing heavily, whispered, asking if I need a lift. The voice sounded familiar but I was creeped-out so I moved back. No thanks, I don’t. But the truck didn’t go away. So I just stood there waiting.

The guy opened the door so I peeked in. It was dark inside and I wasn’t able to see who he was. Then, he asked me to hop in. I didn’t know who owns such a vehicle, so I walked away. He slammed the door and started to drive slowly. I walked faster, but the truck moved with my pace. I was so nervous I didn’t know what to do!

Then by the corner of the street, I saw Lloyd. Why are you so late! I screamed. As Lloyd walked to me, the truck speeds away. Who was that? I don’t know! Lloyd saw that I was nervous and offered to bring me home.

I need to call if somebody’s home first. The last thing I need is a stalker following me and the only person who can accompany me safely home is the only person not allowed to set foot in the house.

Are they still mad about the concert? Lloyd asked. Who wouldn’t!?

Nobody’s picking up the phone so we went to my house quickly. I was hungry all weekend for Lloyd, and I knew he was too. So, soon as we closed the front door, we immediately kissed. He placed his hand under my blouse and roamed my boobs and nipples. We were standing by the door and he pressed me to the wall. His cock was so hard it was penetrating to my skirt. I giggled as he moved his hips like he was fucking me already and whispered that I’m thirsty. And I wasn’t only pertaining to drinking. I was thirsty for him.

I let go of his hug when I saw by the front lawn that the same pick up truck was parked in front of my house. I did not tell Lloyd but I just grabbed his hand and lead him to the kitchen. I got lost in thought as I saw he had that mischievously sexy grin that gives hints of a dirty thought. So I asked what’s in his mind. He answered by grabbing my hips and lifting me to the counter. I sat uncomfortably high but soon as he opened my legs I knew what he wanted.

Lloyd is a tall mid-built guy but his tool is way too big and he was way too naughty to handle it. He stood in front of me and grabbed me by the neck and we kissed again. He instantly removed his belt and unzipped his trousers and opened my legs wider. I never realized that the counter’s height is perfect for a bull’s-eye until that moment. So, he raised my skirt and immediately pulled my panties off and slammed his huge cock in me. I moaned with perfect pleasure as his deep penetration made my pussy ache with delight.

He unbuttoned my blouse and licked my nipples while pumping me, then sucked my boobs vigorously. With every thump I moan and moaned. Whispering his name to his ear and running my fingernails to his back.

While he was busy with my nipples, I noticed by the kitchen window a shadow passing by. I felt a bit uneasy thinking it might be my mom or worse, my dad! But by the distance I thought I saw the Mexican painter who fixed our roof last week. I looked again and he was gone.

Lloyd pulled my hair so he could kiss my neck. Then I held Lloyd’s head and kissed his lips wet with his saliva from slopping my nipples and neck. I couldn’t control it anymore as I tilted my back arching to his cock. I clung to his hips making his notch deeper. He knew I was almost cumming and he squeezed my boobs and pulled me down the counter. Without removing his tool from my cunt, he moved me sideways then made my legs turn like a helicopter so I could bend to the counter. He took me from behind. My pussy becomes tighter this way, he said. And he was groaning and moaning with desire. This pose made him more excited and I felt his crotch grow bigger and stiffer inside me.

He held my boobs, squeezed them and used them as a grip for him to take me faster and harder. His cock seamlessly slides in and out my pussy. And as if his doggy style wasn’t enough, he raised his foot to the counter to make him hook in deeper. He fucked me with all his might. Oohh….

Then he came! His cum dripped all over my legs, while I hear him moan satisfyingly softer and gasping for air. He spanked my ass and gave me one last quick pump and let go. I noticed my skirt was wet with his cum too so I removed it. With the rest of my clothes still on, he left me standing wet and went to the sink to wash himself.

Then I glanced to the window and saw the shadow again. His face was clear now and indeed, it was the Mexican painter! There he was behind the bushes. I wasn’t expecting to see him that soon. But I got irritated by the thought that he watched us. He winked to me and ran away.

The naughty thought of a threesome came to mind. This would be my first in case it did happen. But no, Lloyd was too jealous and selfish to share me to anyone. That even a guy staring at me at the mall would end up with a broken jaw.

As we were fixing ourselves, the doorbell rang. So I rushed Lloyd out of the back door and kissed him goodbye. Call me when you get home, I whispered. Then I went to the front door, while hurriedly wore my skirt back. I left my panties by the sink but I’ll get that later.

He stood there waiting for me to let him in. With his long black mexican hair and tight muscles, I wanted to, but I was just tired and seeing his truck in front of my house made me feel awkward. At the side of the lawn I saw Lloyd sneaking out and when he saw the truck, he looked back at me. I knew he recognized it so I spoke loudly making sure he heard me, that my mom is not yet home and she will pay for the roof tomorrow.

The Mexican guy just looked at me and said that’s not why he’s here. But I repeated what I said and said goodbye. Then closed the door to his face. I didn’t felt nervous of him standing there and not leaving me alone, but of what might happen if Lloyd found out who he really was and that he screwed more than just the nails to the roof.

I stood by the door and waited for the truck to drive away. And soon as I heard it leave, my heartbeat felt faster. But I was struck when I saw a piece of paper by my feet and read it.

“I need you princess. It’s my turn to pick you up at school tomorrow. - D”

I weakly ran to my room and jumped to my bed. D… so now I call you D? What is your real name? What am I gonna do?

Will I let him have his turn?

Princess Slut

Sometimes in mid-afternoons and lazy Saturdays, I just stare into the blankness of the day and imagine myself being fucked. I close my eyes and I see my ass up in the air, a huge juicy cock slamming me, my body shaking with every thump and the bed creaking with the waves of our movements. I am a big moaner and my ohhhs and ahhhs echo to the room. Fuck me! Fuck me deep and quick! That’s what I’d always wanted to say.

But then again, fantasies are always better when reality steps in and fate takes it course. And I remember one lazy Sunday when I was still with Lloyd. I was left at home to keep an eye on the man hired to fix and paint our roof. And this hunk has ended up not only screwing holes from the wooden planks of our house, but also, one wet and open hole ready for the taking.

It was a hot hot summer and I was grounded for sneaking out of the house a few weeks back to watch a rock concert with Lloyd. Now everybody was at the beach enjoying the sun and the waves, the sand and the cute boys in swimming trunks, except for me.

I wasn’t in a great mood, so soon as the hired guy came, I snobbishly lead him to the backyard so he can do his thing. Not bad looking, I thought. A pale dark skinned man, with a slightly long hair, and rusty looking. In my estimates, he was in his late 20’s or early 30’s. But without a word, I just went to my room.

I lay on bed slept for a while and woke up with an aching sensation. So I tried to satisfy myself with my fingers. I thought of the steamy night at the concert with Lloyd and made me yearn for his body, his legs, his arms all over me, and his cock sliding to my ass. But the pumps and banging on the roof made me lose my concentration. I tried to finger myself in rhythm with the hammer, but it was not working. I ended up sweaty and more longing, more hungry.

Then, the hammering halted. I tried to continue fingering myself but its not working. I need something bigger. So I stopped. Gosh! How I would like to go to the beach for my favorite hobby - boy hunting! Well, I have an idea. Hobbies can also be done at home, right?

So I fixed up a pitcher of lemonade with chunks of ice cubes, and added a special ingredient – half a bottle of vodka. I’m sure, step dad won’t mind if I borrow some from his wine cabinet.

I went to the garden wearing only a yellow laced tank top and yellow satin shorts, with no bra and no panties. I noticed that I didn’t need to rub my nipples for them to stick out. The thought of being alone with a sweaty sexy muscled man in the house was enough to make them poke visible.

I placed the pitcher and two glasses to the porch table and looked up the roof to search for him. He saw me and yelled hey princessa! Is that drink for me? The sun was beaming too bright and all I saw was the contours of his body, and his muscles, gleaming by the light, his face was so radiant that I almost didn’t see his gorgeous smile until he went down the ladder.

Princessa? I asked giggling. He said yes, princess in American. He was a heavy muscled Mexican with a pair of cute black eyes. I almost felt my pussy wet when he removed his shirt right in front of me. Ohh! Great abs, I said. Do you work out? He said he used to do a lot of heavy lifting in Meh-hi-co. And he just grinned and said how silly I am for a 14 year old. I replied that I’m 18 and old enough to know things, although that’s actually 2 years older than my actual age. He asked what kind of stuff I know. But I just leaned forward making sure my ass raised high enough for him to notice, and handed him the glass and asked if he really wants to know.

He said I was perfect. I said he was too. But he corrected that he meant I was in perfect timing as he was done with his task. Yeah right. I asked pardon for my unfriendly greeting earlier and this drink is kind of a peace offering and reward for a job well done.

But soon as I said the word “job” my eyes fell down to his pants and imagined how huge he must be. I would love to inspect it with my hand or better, my mouth, and do some “jobs”. I knew he saw my glance while he was drinking, coz his eyes rolled to the corner of the glass and he smiled.

I asked if he would like to take a shower and added “with me” softly as he placed the glass to the table. He laughed and asked if I really didn’t mind. So to cut the story short, we went into the house and soon as he stepped out of the shower, I handed him a towel and he grabbed my ass. I held his hand to squeeze my ass harder, and looked him in the eyes. He asked if I was sure of what I was asking. And I whispered that I am sure he is asking for the same thing. But I was so nervous and cold, am I really gonna go for it? Maybe sensing it, he whispered back that he promise he’ll be gentle.

In the bath, with the water still dripping to the tub, he kissed my neck and my shoulders wildly and I moaned and let it echo to the bathroom and in his head. I grabbed his huge cock and saw how he was nicely cut with a shaft so long and head so huge like a serpent ready to bite! He was even bigger than Lloyd!

He kissed my lips and I let him taste my tongue as well. The vodka still lingers in our mouths as he carried my ass and I wrapped my legs to his hips. I was rubbing my pussy to his belly, trying to slide down to feel his cock and his stares became serious… longing… He carried me to my room and I kicked the door lock behind us. He threw me softly to my bed and opened my legs wide so he could take me. I wanted him to kiss my pussy first but we were both fired up that I let him slam me right then and there. He took me first in one long slow stroke then confessed that he saw me fingering myself. I blushed and stopped. He said he finds it sexy and revealing. And I was beautiful like an ángel hermoso. He kissed my left nipple and rubbed the other with his fingers. Then took me slow again. But I was so wet and he was so huge that I can’t help but move my hips faster than his pace.

Whoa! Slow down princess! But I kissed his lips again to make him stop talking. And that was the signal that I mean business. So he rammed his cock in me faster, rubbing his head to my pussy walls. Oh I felt his tool grabbing me from the inside as our juices flicker and slide. It all went so slippery and he was taking me faster and faster until I moaned…. and moaned…. and our bodies collide with every second. His hands were squeezing my boobs and I hear him finally moan. His head tilted back, I knew he was about to cum and I was about to explode too! He suddenly slipped out his huge tool, threading a slight pain to my pussy and came! He came shooting his semen on my belly and my boobs! I almost tasted his cum and it smelled so fine! I giggled and rubbed his cum all over my nipples and skin.

“Oh you taste so fine princess,” he said and fell beside me on my bed. Did you cum? He asked, aww what a gentleman I thought. I touched my aching pussy and felt my juices all over. “Yes I did”. And it was the last three words I remember saying.

When I woke up, the sun was down. I was alone in my room and naked under the blanket. I knew he left the house already. Maybe left my life for good too. But as I stretched and rolled to my side, I saw three small white daises beside me. It was the daisies from our backyard. What a sweet stranger! And I knew I’d see him again. Maybe even sooner than I think.

Persuasions

Meeting Lloyd.

After Rusty left, I agreed to join the guy I met in the party and his friends. We went to a club and it has been a long time since I went out. They were of the same age as me and were already drinking. I remembered the day I first tasted booze, that same day that I first tasted Kevin’s tongue to my pussy. So I drank to let those memories disappear. Despite the music which I didn’t like at all, the booze hitting me made me dance with the guys and the girls as well.

After spending hours on the dance floor and drinking bottles of beer, one girl who was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap invited us to continue the party at her house. I was so dizzy I wasn’t able to disagree.

Soon as we went to her house I saw that there were even more people partying there. The guys had a “guy room where no girl was allowed to enter” they said. It was the first time I saw Lloyd and he seemed to be the leader of the guys in that “off limits room”. They introduced us and he joked that the room was off limits because the guys were watching porn. And some of the guys were so drunk that they jack off not caring if they are seen by their buddies. I thought it was absurd but I didn’t dare look inside. Lloyd didn’t seem to return to that room, instead joined us to a drinking spree sitting across to me. He was funny and told stories as I watched his eyes study my profile. After a few hours, he told me that I seemed dizzy already and should stop drinking. I strangely followed his command in a snap and he offered to bring me upstairs to one of the rooms so I could rest. Without any word I stood up with him. I was half conscious but I remember he said to the group that I was dizzy and was about to throw up. I just followed him and waved back at the others although I knew I was not about to throw up. He held me and almost carried me upstairs. But we didn’t go in a bedroom; instead he led me to the toilet. He said that I should pretend I threw up. I asked why but he didn’t answer and asked me if I remember him from the party a few days back. I hardly can recall him, I said. Then he said that I was even more sexy now and suddenly kissed my lips and I kissed back. He raised me and let me sit on the sink as my back rested on the mirror. He stood right in front of me and opened my legs. He moved me closer pulled me to his now exposed standing cock. It was so huge and so long I remember touching and holding it and it felt so hard. Everything was so fast I remember feeling the cold sink to my ass as he was taking me deep. He was fucking me while I lay limp on his shoulders, my legs hugging his hips and I was moaning with every thump. Then I felt more conscious of what was happening as he pulled me to stand and told me to bend on the sink. My arms on the mirror as I saw myself naked and my palms pressed to my reflection. Lloyd was behind me and seeing him behind me on the mirror excited me and I opened my legs more wide as he took me from behind. Fast. Can’t remember if it was my ass he was ramming or my pussy but I felt no pain only pleasure from the pressure of his balls swinging to my pussy’s hair. I felt his big head thumping deep inside me. He then raised my right leg and let my knee lay on top of the sink. Then he took me deeper and it felt tighter, it felt more deep. I was moaning hard and he shushed me to be quiet. I bit my lips as I felt him dripping to my legs. Or was it also me squirting out same time as him? We took a shower together after that and I regained all my consciousness. He said that it was the greatest fuck he ever had. And I was a sexy goddess he would take anytime and any day. And that was a promise that he kept for a year.

He fingered me and kissed me under the waves of cold water sliding down our extremely hot bodies until I came for the second time.

Free from the clutches of men.

When I was going back to the place where Wilbert was supposed to meet me with his two ice creams, I saw him sitting there alone. With empty hands. I was ready to tell him that it was finally officially off with Lloyd. But he looked at me with teary eyes and bleeding hands. Apparently he punched a wall too hard it made his knuckles bleed. Where is the innocent fun loving Wilbert that I knew? I was ready to give my self to him but he stood up, said nothing and walked away.

I saw the ice cream thrown by the bushes.

Poor guy. And what a waste of vanilla. It made me wonder if I would ever taste his vanilla though.

The satisfying Lloyd break-up

I was a loyal girlfriend. Men ask me out, especially guys from school but I always give a snout back or a raised eyebrow at them. Snobbish and hard to reach was the image I had. But soon as I am with Lloyd, the whole world evaporates and I fall on my knees and worship him and his huge cock. I was willing to do anything and sacrifice everything for him. But he refuses. He just likes to fuck. He just likes to ram me and make my big boobs shake on his command. He holds on to them and clings to them while thrusting me deep until he reached the deepest walls of my cunt to make me moan hard and scream. One time he fucked me so hard and so long I got sick the next day.

And two days after that, my fever worsened and I had coughs and a running nose. He never visited me at home and he only called twice. A week passed and I got better. I was so angry at the thought of not hearing from him I declared we were off the day I went back to school. I told the guys I broke up with him but he didn’t know yet.

This gave Wilbert the chance to come up to me and try to comfort me. I didn’t take him seriously as I was still drawn to the wonderment of Lloyd’s estrangement. Another week past and no word from him. I felt the ache to touch him. And I want him to touch me back so bad that I made love to myself every night. I was alone with my own fingers and a strange satisfaction came to me.

I fingered myself in a way Lloyd never did. I slowly slid one finger in, sliding in circles and hooking up once its fully in me. I roam my pussy in circles slowly until I reach the back walls of my upper cunt. It was a new sensation. I then realized that this was the G-spot they have been talking about. I rubbed myself slowly then increasing the pace it made me slightly moan. And this moan is different from the moans I let out with Lloyd. This is a different level of consciousness. I was in limbo and my head spins so fast I almost felt I was floating. Then I came. The length of those electric waves came cumin and cumin down my panties that it made my bed wet. It was more exhilarating than being fucked for hours by Lloyd. I fell asleep immediately with a new found realization.

The next day I had the courage to call up Lloyd. I never asked why he didn’t bother to call or visit me. There was no time for that. I first tried to tease him that I was thinking of him ever night but I then said that I told the guys at school that I broke up with him and he didn’t knew yet. Instead of pursuing for me, he just said “Great! Then I can go out with other girls.” I wasn’t really shocked by his response, but it disgusted me that I hang up the phone. No calls after that. But I was happy and satisfied with myself. And my fingers.

Lloyd

Victim: Daisy, for the second time.

An affair that lasted a year. A love that lasted a month. And a lust that kept on holding on.

I can’t even remember if I ever did love him. I was a slave to him, to his desires and fantasies. I was just starting my freshman year when we first did it. And there were times he didn’t pay his school fees just so we can check in a hotel.

He was a year older than me but boy does he know a lot! Let’s just say he is the most pervert boyfriend I had. Scratch that. He is the most perverted person I knew.

Whenever we check in, he has no time for a shower. He goes straight to the bed and drags me, almost ripping my clothes off on the way and rams me as soon as we reach the bed. No time for foreplay. The whole day spent with him is the foreplay. He would fondle my boobs in a public bus. He would finger me in a cab. He would slip his hand in my blouse behind the school walls or while waiting for the subway train. He would let me feel his hard cock while in a line ordering for food in a fast food restaurant. He would slide his hand under my skirt while eating. He kisses my neck anywhere and licks me under my ear while holding my ass at any given time that he wishes. That always made me giggle. And he loved it!

Most of the time, we really didn’t care if somebody saw us. I was hypnotized by his fragrant perfume, his wet lips and big kisses. And he made me do things I never did before. He was my first blow job. And I didn’t like it. I love the smell of his cum but I refuse to let him enter my mouth. He respected that. But he didn’t respect the rest of my body.

I always end up with a sore pussy whenever I go home from a hotel. He spent each penny with more than its worth. The whole time spent in the hotel, those few hours were rounds and rounds of fucking until I say stop. Most of the time, he plays deaf and goes even faster that it seemed that saying stop means asking for more. And at some point he won’t stop until I bleed.

His most fond fantasy is making me scream the name of a guy who I fancy. His game will not start until I really think of that guy as the one fucking me and not him. He wants me to tell him what I fancy about that guy which I chose. The first time he told me to do this, I laughed and thought it was a joke. But he was dead serious. He wants me to close my eyes and think of this other guy and say his name. He wants me to moan loud and exaggerate how I feel. He wants me to say “fuck me” together with the name of the guy and talk dirty while he shoves his fat cock in my tight pussy. Sometimes I ran out of guys to imagine, I invent names just to satisfy him. He never noticed anyway.

I had the longest fuck of my life with him. He makes me cum several times in a round and once he cum, he doesn’t stop there. He takes me and thrusts his slowly weakening dick more deep and fast and goes faster until it grows hard again. He only stops when he feels like stopping, whether I cum or not.

We were together everyday and there was never a week that we didn’t spent fucking in a hotel or the backstage of our gym, or the girl’s bathroom, the football field at night, even at their house or friend’s house or mine, secretly, sometimes in all these places in one day.