So, there I was, a rock hard 9 incher pounding away at my pussy...
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That may be getting a little ahead of the story. Hey all, my name is Tabitha. I'm a 20 year old sophomore at a small time college down in Georgia, majoring in massage therapy (which I'm quite good at, by the way). I suppose I should tell you a bit about my body, seeing as you'll be reading about it (and hopefully getting off on it, too!). I'm about 5'5" tall and about 160 pounds. Not the smallest woman around, sure, but I haven't heard anyone complain about my size 12 hips yet! I have a natural sway as I walk and it's a definite head turner. I have short hair, resting just below my chin, that's a multitude of colors as I dye it so often. I started off as a brunette, then became a blonde, then put red and black streaks in my hair. At the moment it's more of mix between blonde and brunette, but I'd say it looks pretty good. With my hazel colored eyes, I'm just about set.
Now, I know you're wondering when we're going to get to the good parts. Well, I assure you that my tits aren't small and they fit my frame perfectly. Well, my pale white breasts are quite amazing; I haven't had anyone complain about them, either. Of course, there's not much to complain about a good pair of 44 DDD's. Oh, and my lips, red and puffy and look absolutely gorgeous with a cock stuffed between them. Or so I've been told. Now for a little background, then I promise that we'll start the story.
Ever since I was a freshman in High School, I was a part of the swim team. Now, I'm neither the skinniest woman nor the most hydrodynamic, but I'm definitely not the worst girl on the team. It's what I enjoy; I love the water and being in it. But most of all, I love to see the bulges of the guys. I am an admirer of beauty and a sight like that is definitely beautiful to me. Unfortunately, I'm a rather shy girl with few notable exceptions, but I've had my fair share of giving and receiving oral sex. I'm still technically a virgin, but my six inch vibrator that I bought myself as a coming of age present made quick work of this pussy. Even now, in college, I'm a swimmer, although I must admit that I'm much better than I was back then.
To those who are waiting, to the story!
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The swim team was having a good season this year. We were absolutely wrecking the competition, even all of the major schools such as UGA and GSU. It was a big change from the usual, but it could only be one thing: Josh. Josh was the man that could upturn mountains, fling them into the swimming pool and simply walk the laps. That's how good of a swimmer he is. A senior who transferred from GSU as his money ran low, the student seemed to be a great mood setter, encouraging everyone to do better, men's and women's team. Handsome, fit, and a bulge that was absolutely legendary among swim teams; no one could stop staring at it, not even the men, though he appeared to enjoy such a thing. It didn't help that he was also the school man-whore, but that was to be expected from such a beautiful cock.
Due to a few misguided rumors running around down in Florida about us cheating to win, the whole team decided to fly down to Gainesville to give the University of Florida the good one-two. The bad thing was that we were paying for this out of our own money. Or at least we would have if the coach and a few of the parents didn't decide to pitch in to help us defend our title. This means that we have a great hotel to spend the weekend at, the Create Inn. With lush greenery, amazingly stylish rooms, a built in waterfall in the dining room and, not to mention, a beautiful heated pool. A single glass wall on one side, showing access to the street for all to see inside or out; acrossed from this wall was a giant mirror, completely as large as the glass wall. The other two walls weren't nearly as interesting, mostly white with a few blue waves.
It was in this pool that I was resting, laying on my back on a floaty bed with my breasts staring at the ceiling. My posture relaxed and eyes closed, the too tight one piece (a dark blue article that had a single gold wave that came from my crotch and trailed up my right breast) that left very little to the imagination. My friends, Tamara, a petite black girl with a mean butterfly stroke, and Sam, a rather tall man with plenty of stamina in the pool, had been doing laps around me. As the fading light soon turned to black, the two left the pool at the same time.
"Night Tabs," Tamara said as she dried off with one of the many school towels that we brought. "Sam and I need our sleep for tomorrow. You should get some too, you know how big the day's going to be."