Spring Brea -

The second time we hung out was more of the same. We watched more basketball and fucked on his couch - I didn't cum, but it was still great. No complaints, but definitely nothing note worthy.

But the third time we hung out over Spring Break... that was a different story. That night we moved from hook-ups to something way better.

I told my parents I was driving back to school on Saturday, but really I was heading 20 miles down the road to his place. I was finally going to spend the night - even better, he wanted to take me out to dinner. Of course everything about our coupling felt taboo, so we had to be careful. Still, my wildest dreams with this man continued to come true and I was so nervous for our "date".

As soon as I got to his apartment we were all over each other. Hands and lips everywhere. He hiked up my skirt, moved my thong to the side, lifted me onto the back of his couch and fucked me hard and fast. It was quick and dirty - and that was fine with me. As much as I wanted romance, there was something really hot about this sexy older guy that just had to have me.

I lied and said I liked sushi. I was stupid and wanted him to think I was mature. So we went to this place he said was great and I hated it. Oh well...our "appetizer" was great and I was certain dessert was on the way.

We walked around Ann Arbor and for the first time it felt "normal". Maybe we could actually be a couple... not just 2 people hooking up whenever I was in town.

Getting back to his apartment, made it obvious what our real purpose for being together was. I remember standing with my back toward him as he came out of the bathroom. His arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips found my neck. "You're killing me with this outfit", he whispered into my ear as his hands went below my skirt and up my thigh. He slid a finger underneath my thong, and started rubbing my pussy as he nibbled my earlobe and kissed my neck. I had just had him a few hours ago, but I was wet and throbbing, and dying to feel him inside me again.

One hand reached up behind me to pull his head closer to my neck. The other hand reached down behind me to rub his cock outside of his jeans. Another one of his fingers found its way into my undies, and he slid them up so they started rubbing my clit. He rubbed it hard and slow as he continued moving his lips all over my neck and shoulders. I wanted to turn around and take off his pants, but he wouldn't let me. His hands pressed so hard against my clit, all I could do was push back against him feeling his cock through his jeans...and I wanted to set it free.

With both hands, he slid off my tank top and removed my bra. I wanted to turn and face him, but before I could, he pushed me on to the bed face first. In an instant, his shirt was off, and he was on top of me. He resumed kissing my neck, shoulders, and now my back as his hands molested the rest of my body.

When he worked his way down to kiss my lower back, his hand slid up my legs and pulled off my panties. I expected him to unbutton my skirt next, but I think he liked the idea of fucking me while I'm still partially dressed.

Instead, I felt 2 fingers slide into me. He worked them in slowly from behind as I moaned into the mattress. His fingers would slide in and rub my clit on the way out. Everything was wet: his hands, my legs, his sheets and mattress... everything.

When he stopped to take off his pants, I rolled over onto my back. I spread my legs and looked him in the eye, waiting for him to climb on top of me and fuck my brains out.

He leaned over the bed, and kissed me sweetly and tenderly while rubbing his hands along my legs. Then he stood up, and flipped me over so I was on my stomach again. Before I could even process what was happening, his hands were on my waist, and he pulled himself into me.

Holy fuck! I had never been taken this way before. It felt simultaneously naughty, and incredible. With each thrust his cock would hit my clit and increased my pleasure 100 times. He stood at the foot of the bed, holding my waist up as he bounced me up-and-down on him. He was 100% in control, and I was getting fucked hard. In that moment I swore I would never do missionary again.

My knees were weak as I moaned out louder than ever before. With each "fuck" that left my mouth, he would grunt and push harder. He made me come so fast - all at once I giggled and moaned and screamed as he continued fucking me.

I was so wet that he started to slip out of me from fucking so hard, so he laid his body on top of mine. Holding my hands above my head, he drove into me harder and deeper - the mattress bouncing and his bed creaking. I was still young and inexperienced - I'd had sex a handful of times, but I realize now that this was the first time I actually got fucked.

When he finally came, I couldn't move. I could only lay there, catch my breath and bask in the after glow: the smell of our sex in the room, the drenched sheets beneath me, his cock continuing to pump into me even though he'd already emptied every bit.

He kissed my back and rolled off of me. I cuddled up to him and everything in my life was perfect.

I threw on my PJs: a pair of boxers and a tank top, and he threw on some basketball shorts and a tshirt. We sat on his couch and watched Saturday Night Live. My night of excitement started to feel normal. Again, perfect.

As we laid on the couch, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Kissing, touching, everything. After coming inside me twice in the last 5 hours, he couldn't even get hard. I didn't mind though... his hands and lips all over me was enough to keep me satisfied.

When we finally went to bed, we were still so hot for each other. We made out and his hands were all over me, but he couldn't get hard. I climbed on top of him, took off my tank top, and let him eat at my tits while I grinded against him. Still nothing.

I climbed off of him and cuddled up next to him, knowing that we would definitely do it again in the morning. But that wasn't enough for him, he wrapped his arms and pulled me close, kissing my neck and chest. He got on top of me and put his lips and tongue all over me. Sucking each nipple and giving a little bite to make me want him still. He kissed lower to my stomach and kept going, slowly sliding off my shorts and kissing my hips and waist. Before I knew it, I was naked again and his face was in front of my pussy. I could feel his warm breath on me, and I needed him so badly. He understood the assignment - he couldn't get hard, but he could still make me cum.

And just like that, he was making out with my pussy as I writhed underneath him. I moved my hips with him as his tongue slid in and out. With every "mmm" that he moaned while eating me, my body would tingle and I'd push my hips up to his face.

I wanted him to eat me out all night long, and he seemed perfectly willing. But about 5 minutes into it, I needed him more. No more gently playing with his hair, I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to me. He didn't mind, he moaned into me which made me push my hips up harder. It was my turn to be in control - I pulled his head tight to my body and started fucking his face - grinding my hips against him, and not letting him up for air.

He loved it. His moans got louder, even with a face full of pussy. I spread my legs wider and before I knew it, he was spanking my ass and sucking my clit.

One year earlier, I was fingering myself, fantasizing about him - but in my wildest imagination, it was never this intense.

I came hard - of course I did. But he wouldn't stop licking me, and it felt like my orgasm would never end. I was screaming so loud, which caused him to moan even louder into me, which caused me to moan even louder... you get the idea.

I was soaking wet. His face was drenched.

As he started kissing up my tummy to chest, I was pretty certain we were both done for the night. But then, he was inside of me. Look who could suddenly get hard again...

I was so wet and tired down there I could barely feel him. He didn't care...I think he loved how wet and open I was for him. He sat up on his knees, pulled my legs behind him and grabbed my waist to pull himself deeper into me. All I could do was lay there and watch him. He loved being in control, and I loved being his little fuck toy. This way naughtier than I ever imagined it would be.

I couldn't feel anything. Maybe he came, maybe he didn't. He collapsed next to me and we were both exhausted. We'd spent the last 7 hours together and at least 2 of those hours were spent fucking. He wrapped his arm around me, held me tight while he kissed my shoulder and neck, and I drifted off to sleep while imagining him whispering into my ear that he loved me.

The next day, I'd drive back to school, and whatever this week was wouldn't exist again. But Easter break was less than 6 weeks away, and on my drive back to school, all I could do was imagine the things we'd do to each other when I came back.