Mario didn't know what to do. It was hard for him to see his girlfriend every day and distance himself from her. They talked about everything and shared everything. That is how all of this started in the first place.
They were high school sweethearts and next door neighbors. From as far back as he could remembered he had always protected her. She was this skinny black girl that was to smart for her own good in a bad neighborhood. Kids and adults alike would pick on her. They did everything to bring her down or put her in her place. According to them, it was always a place lower than their status. Besides she was destined to become another statistic, they would point out to her.
Just another black single mom with countless of children and living on welfare. But Mario was always there to encourage her and be of support to her. She made it through High school and eventually College, thanks to him.
They started to date in High school, because Mario hated to see the way the other girls would harass her. He thought by being her boyfriend it would all end. Instead, it got only worse for both of them. He was Italian and rich and she was black and poor. They became outsiders but that didn't matter to them because they had each other. She was his partner, his side kick and support and he was her hero, her strength and confidence. By the time they got to college they were inseparable. But still there was no rest there.
Everyone tried to break them up. There was always someone coming in between the both of them. And to add wood to the fire, she was a virgin and he wasn't.
Mario laughed at the many times he tried to get her into bed with him. She was persistent and unmoving. She strongly believed in sex after marriage. Until, she blossomed into a beautiful woman during her college years. She went from a black dorky skinny girl to an attractive smart voluptuous young woman.
Her stylish glasses made her sexy and smart. And the extra weight she had put on filled out the right areas. She had a body that would make a blind man see. His sexy girlfriend made it even more hard for him to keep to himself. He would masturbate endlessly at the thought of having her.
To deflower her and to make her, his. His male instincts wanted to divide her legs and conquer her body, but his blossoming love was even more devious than his desires. He wanted to own her mind, body and soul. For her to be consumed with love for him as it was eating away at his heart. When they were going out in High School they had an agreement.
He can flirt with other girls and even have sex with them as long as he remained her boyfriend. It was perfect for him. She needed someone to look out for her and he can have sex with the cheerleaders after school. Eventually, their agreement changed when they hit college and she had filled out nicely.
He remembered walking with her down the hall when a guy stopped and openly stared at her. He felt a tightening in his chest but had no idea it was because of jealousy. She was in no time the girl on every guys list to have. The more they pursued her the more she moved up his own list. Till she was the only one on his list and he had to lay claim to her before someone else did.
To his surprised, it happened when they decided to break up. He was coming over after getting a call from her. They had to talk. He was smart enough to know what that meant. When he arrived at her door. He was having a hard time not to throw her on the bed.
She was wearing a towel but it was hugging her body snugly. He came inside and she began to talk but he couldn't hear her words. He only heard the sound of his heart pumping blood through his veins. He began to sweat and felt his hands twitched.
Before he could get himself under control he was already kissing her. He thought after a few seconds that he was about to get a thrashing of his life till he felt her respond to him. She was kissing him back and it drove him crazy. He began to tug at the towel and that was when she snapped out of it.
They had a talk that night but it was more about deepening their relationship. They became a real couple, dated and fell in love. He nearly died the night when he was allowed to make love to her. His body had erupted, releasing all of his pent up sexual frustration for her. He had exploded into her as he drove his cock home into her clutching pussy. His cock spurting his cum deep and as far back as it could possibly penetrate her.
His effort, to mark his territory and leave some of himself inside her, made her climaxed a second time. Her yells piercing the very heart of his soul. He remembered waking up the next morning severely contented. His body stretched out over her bed and inhaling her scent.
Her room was filled with sun light and rainbows. He couldn't believe that he had survived the night. The sex was so intense for him that several times he needed to stop and regain control over himself. Him, taking her virginity added to his male pride and had made him smile before he had opened his eyes.
He was basking in his morning after sex glow when she turned over. He looked at her. She looked like she had just been properly fucked. Her dark auburn hair was disheveled and her brilliant eyes were glazed. Her body's mahogany colored skin glowed with warmth and a fine sheet of sweat. He was appreciatively caressing her soft skin when she said the words that changed him for ever: 'Can we do it again?' He knew he was destine to marry this woman.
Now he was not so sure. Last night after she went to bed, he found himself in a restless sleep. He was turning over and over again on the couch. His mind and body felt alive. Everything was more pronounced.
He felt sensitive to everything; to the brightness of light, the sounds that were coming from outside, the softness of the sheets and the hardness of his dick. He was harder than the springs in the couch. He reached down under the sheets and began to fondle himself. Slowly, he began to rub his dick. He shivered from the feel of it.
He closed his eyes and relish in the pleasure he was getting from touching himself. He began to stroke himself faster. He felt the weight of his cock. The friction, his hands were creating against his skin. His balls dancing as the tension build in his lions. He kept moving his hand faster over his cock.
His body shook uncontrollably, but he was finding no release. He was touching himself in all the right places, even massaging his balls, but there was no release. Sweat began to drip from his forehead, frustrated about his short comings. He would stroke himself into a mad frenzy but there was nothing that he could do to push himself over the edge. He was getting pissed.
He wanted to cum and he wanted it now. He kept pumping on his cock like there was no tomorrow till he released his grip on his balls and moved to shove his finger up his ass to find that spot. He came. He came so hard that he bucked the pillows that were under him off the couch. Fire exploding from cock to scald his hands.
His head felt on fire as his vision blurred, his head falling with a thud on his pillow. He finally came back to earth and tried to catch his breath. It had left him during his hellish orgasm, but it had felt so good. Though it had hurt like hell, he knew now what was wrong with him.
