HOW I TURNED SARAH FROM AN INNOCENT SMALL TOWN GIRL INTO A WANTON SUBBIE……

Like some weird homing device I found Sarah in my second year at the University of Toronto. She was a pleasant and attractive freshman whom I spotted at a typical orientation night. She was from a small town called Fenlon Falls and was uncomfortable in the sprawling campus and among the hordes of nameless students.

I first noticed her because she was doing a little jiggle thing with her leg as she stood at the table and poured out a Coke. She was nervous, I decided, but the ripples that this movement sent up through her tight little bum drew me towards her. She knew no one and gladly chatted with me about hometowns, interests, the campus, the Profs. We found ourselves laughing easily and sitting on the edge of our chairs in excitement as we spoke. She had bright blue eyes and an open face; she was the type of girl that becomes more and more attractive as you speak to her. We ended the night with me promising to show her around the campus and the neighborhood the next day. She had a magnificent set of tits to accompany her fine ass and I masturbated to the images of her face and body when I got back to my room. I concocted all manner of scenarios. I particularly fixated on peeling down her panties and smacking that jiggling ass.

She lived in residence and I had rented a house with four friends. We quickly began seeing each other daily. And she enjoyed the freedom our house permitted; so, we ended up spending most of our time there. On our second date we kissed inside a store entranceway and I felt her tight little bum with my roving hands. My cock responded by turning to iron and I pressed it into her stomach. Her tits felt firm and responsive against me. She then giggled and skipped on ahead of me. My erect cock pumping against her belly embarrassed her. I of course continued grabbing her and tongue kissing her for the next few days. Her body tantalized me and this fully dressed rubbing and undulating just enflamed me all the more.

On about our fifth date we were alone at my place and she was washing a glass. The scrubbing motion set her ass going as it had when I first saw her. I came up behind her and began to grind my stiff cock into her hypnotic bum. “Tommy, I’m a virgin,” she confessed almost in tears. “You’re going to have to be patient with me. I want to be with you but I’m afraid. I don’t know anything about all this.”

She did not turn around but spoke to the window in front of her. I kept the pressure from my dick against her all the while she spoke. I turned her around and kissed her. I also took her right hand in both of mine and slid it into the front of my jeans, into my underwear and I felt her cool smooth fingers on my raging cock. She went stiff and tried to retract her hand but I held it there and looked into her eyes.

“There is nothing to be afraid of,” I coaxed. I kissed her and moved her hand up and down on my cock. Soon her hand closed around my prick and she began to stroke it and kiss me with renewed passion. I took one of my hands off her wrist and worked it down the back of her pants and panties. That mouth-watering ass now, finally, rested beneath my bare hand and Sarah was energetically giving me a handjob….

TO BE CONTINUED