***Part 2 Coming Within The Next Week***
18-year-old Hannah was a close acquaintance of mine during my senior year of high school. An introverted member of our academy’s soccer team, she did well at academics, and was planning to obtain a nursing degree at a local college in the area. I had known her since my early adolescence. But the fact that we partook in different friend groups caused me to never become that close to her.
Her perceived androgynous facial structure and short hair likely saved her — stunning — beauty from a disproportionate amount of male adolescent attention. Many men in our class openly chalked her up as a lesbian. She had briefly dated a guy during her sophomore year, although I assumed that this was because she was closeted in a predominately socially conservative region of the country.
I was secretly infatuated with Hannah despite the ambiguity surrounding her sexual orientation. Her face was sharp and defined: a square jaw, high cheekbones, freckled, and covered in fiery red hair. A divisive look for a women; yet, exactly my type. So I internally smiled when I discovered that she was assigned to be in an AP governmental course that I was enrolled in.
Then reality hit me.
Like many other straight men, I tend to have significant inhibitions towards women that I find sexually attractive. So most of our discussions during the year became almost exclusively relegated to small talk, class discussion, homework, and laughing at various jokes that I spewed during class time. Small talk with Hannah appeared to turn into, ultimately, nothing more. But I was extensively happy for a few moments to coax out of her that she was attracted to men. We ultimately never interacted outside of the classroom, I never obtained her number, and both of us graduated together. I thought I blew it.
Our contact with one another ceased for a period of two and a half years. That is until I found her as a recommendation on a dating site. I reached out to her and asked how she was doing. Hannah responded well. So I suggested that we hang out at a local coffee shop to catch up on our current endeavors. She accepted, and I, nervously, responded the same.
I knew that she always did like me… at least in a platonic sense.
We clicked well with one another when we met. Hannah explained that she had repeatedly obtained the dean’s list (basically good academic marks in parts of Canada, Europe, and the United States) at the college that she was attending, got a decent scholarship, and was continuing her path as a nurse. I also learned that Hannah broke up with a new boyfriend of hers. Apparently he was manipulative, unmotivated, and from the pictures that she showed me of him, short and unattractive.
That’s when I picked up on the subcontext: she was horny, lonely, angry at him, and needed a good release. She didn’t want to have a partner; she wanted to be fucked. I felt comfortable enough to rapidly shift the conversation into something sexual. She ate it up.
Her adorable smile sealed it. I was glad I brought condoms.
We headed back to her place, undid the door, and rushed immediately to Hannah’s bed. She gracefully removed every inch of clothing. I was memorized by her beauty as my heart raced at seeing her form uncovered. And I don’t think she knew how stunning she was. Because she was delicious: beckoning b/c-cup’s, a firm spankable ass, and a delicious pear shaped body.
I got instantly hard.
Hannah’s bed had a large mirror on the other side of the bed. So we could see everything that we were going to do to one another. We began to make out. I kissed her mouth, gently attended to her neck, then made way to her breasts, stomach, pussy, and down to her legs. Every inch of her was lovingly attended to; nothing was left unexplored.
I began to talk absolute filth to her as I rammed in and out of her tight little body. The lustful pleasure visible on her face was astonishing to behold. Hannah clinched her stomach, gritted her teeth, and bit her lip as her tits bounced up and down. I commented on the scene in the mirror.
**Me:** *How does it feel to* ***watch yourself get fucked?***
That got her going: She started to gently moan. I firmly grabbed her little cute ass.
**Me:** *Huh. See that* ***big cock***? Sliding in and out between that ***fat. fucking. ass.*** *What if I* ***spank*** *it?*
Hannah let out a soft groan as I applied several gentle spanks to her rear.
**Me:** *Do you want me to* ***roughly spank your arse?***
**Hannah:** *Yes. Yes. Yes….* ***Please.***
I wasn’t gentle with her.
Her ass, gently red, jiggled from the harsh smacks I roughly applied to her.
**Me:** *Can you take my big cock?*
**Hannah:** *YES. YES. YES.*
**Me:** *I knew you needed to be roughly fucked. To get your ass roughly slapped.*
Her only response was a deep guttural moan that emerged from within her throat. I ordered her to look at the mirror besides us. She was watching every second of me penetrating her.
Then she said it. It was clear enough already.
But she said the words in a way that made me almost cry.
**Hannah:** *Please, please, help me get over him… I’ve felt so bad lately.*
She didn’t cry, expressing more disappointment in him than sorrow in herself.
**Me:** *Are you alright? Do you need to stop, uh, want me to stop? I can.*
I wasn’t sure if she was about to cry… I felt sorry for her.
**Hannah:** *No. I need you to keep going. Please keep going.*
Her boyfriend. I knew that she came with me here because of him. But I was surprised at Hannah’s directness. A perverse thrill of emasculating her ex-boyfriend engulfed me.
I didn’t know what he did. But I was now angry at him.
**Me:** *Your ex-boyfriend was pathetic and weak.* ***I don’t think he could satisfy a real woman.***
**Me:** *He wasn’t even a* ***man.***
**Me:** *I don’t think he had a penis as big as mine, either.*
**Hannah:** *No, no, no.*
I made a change of plans. I turned soft, delicate, and tender, speaking in the most sensual voice to Hannah I could make. She blushed. I complemented every inch of her.
**Me:** *You are so fucking gorgeous.* ***You’re so fucking hot.***
**Me:** *Your body* ***was. meant. to. be. fucked.*** *I don’t think he deserved even touching a single part of this.*
**Me:** *He should have to pathetically beg to even be in the same room as you. Shouldn’t he?*
I oozed her with praise. Every thrust left us both on edge.
**Me:** *You are the* ***sexiest, fucking, person on the planet.***
**Me:** *I love your moans. They are so fucking sexy. Please, please get louder.* ***Such a good little girl.***
We got in missionary. I was tired of looking at her gorgeous face in the mirror. I meant every word. Seeing Hannah’s face was intoxicating. I noticed her freckles, admired how they covered her sharp features with womanly grace, and realized there was so much about her form to compliment.
I wanted to take it; I wanted it to be mine. Even more so, I wanted to make her feel good.
**Me:** *Let me make you feel good. I want you to feel good.*
**Hannah:** *Mhm. Mhm.*
**Me:** *You make me so, so, so horny…*
**Hannah:** *So do youuuuuuu.*
Missionary was even more incredible. Every emotion, feeling, and sensation was visible on her face. Her mouth hung wide open. She audibly panted between every thrust. Every inch of her face strained from a torment of raw, pure pleasure. I wanted her to cum so bad.
**Me:** *You deserve a reward.* ***Please cum for me.***
I softly kissed her, repeating it over and over. Her face contorted in pleasure. She did as instructed.
**Hannah:** *I’M CUMMMMMMMMMNG*
It was an incredible scene. She was sensual, passionate, and vocal. I was so engrossed in the moment that I forgot something: to cum. She noticed it as well.
**Hannah:** ***…you are still hard?***
**Hannah:** Because you were ***incredible. Thank you***.
Then she did something amazing. She hungrily stared at my shaft like a piece of deluxe meat, firmly grabbed it with her two hands, and began to seductively whisper into my right ear:
**Hannah:** *You deserve a reward too…. Do you* *want* *me* *to suck that…..* ***thick. nice. big. cock?***
**Hannah:** *Because if it is alright with you… I’m going to drain* ***every. last. ounce.*** *of cum* ***out. of. IT.***
She laughed in a mischievous, girly voice. I was ready for every moment of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/eqba60/fucking_my_high_school_acquaintance_mfstr8
Holy shit thats good, let us hear more of it!
Hot tale ?
This is so cute and sexy! We need to next part and for them to be a couple! I wish that this was real, great work man!
Great. I’ll look for part two.