No Regrets: Pt 2

We hardly spoke for a week until one evening after class I messaged him.... "I WANT TO FUCK" There was really no other explanation needed because I knew exactly what I wanted. I wasn't asking to be committed or to be loved. I just wanted to be fucked. Thoroughly and mercilessly. I wanted to shed the shell of a girl who was ashamed of her sexual being and I really felt I needed this. I held my breath as I waited for him to reply, which seemed like forever but he then responded BE READY IN 15 MINUTES.

I jumped from my bed when I saw the text come in, my heart was pounding through my chest. I was talking to myself about what I was about to do given the fact that I don't truly know him but with all that internal talk I knew I still wanted to be fucked, I needed to do it. There was some wild trait that I never knew I had that was sparked that night he kissed me. I hurriedly but carefully shaved my pussy in the shower and dashed back to my room. I had 5 minutes left and I was contemplating what to wear. I never had a lingerie, being typical college girl like me. Back then my budget could only allow "nice" underwear.

I picked out my green panty that had lace at the back and strings that had to be tied up in a bow. I was saving it for some grand romantic gesture that at the time I believed would never come so I thought might as well. I hurriedly threw lotion and deodorant on and pulled on my tight fitting mini skirt and tank top. I wanted to be a tease. To be desired. And to get straight to business as we got to the apartment. 

As soon as I sprayed on some perfume my phone rang "I'm outside" I quickly grabbed my keys shut the door and ran towards the entrance. And there he was sitting on the hood of the car still running and headlights on. There was something about his demeanor that night that made me know I was about to get the fuck of my life. Looking back I can honestly say I always had a thing for neat dark skin men. He took pride in his appearance from his heavenly cologne to his hair cut.

I never saw him disheveled {make (a person's hair or clothes) untidy}. My breath caught as the reality set it in about what I was about to do. Our eyes made contact and I guess he could sense my hesitancy. So he gave me a devilish side smile and said come here. I meekly made my way over to him as he embraced me taking in my scent, saying I looked great.

He then slapped and grabbed my ass to my surprise which made me feel...moist. It was a first. And I liked it. ALOT. He motioned for me to get in the car and just like that we were off. While he was driving, he kept one hand on my thigh now exposed because of my mini skirt. He squeezed my upper thigh and if gauging my reaction. When we were at a stoplight he slapped my thigh and a little moan escaped from my lips. He kept his hand on my thigh squeezing and slapping it every chance he got till we pulled up to his apartment. 

He opened the car door for me and I got out. He grabbed my hand and we hurriedly made our way to his room. He turned on the lights and ushered me in, turning me to face him as I saw that he was more than excited. His dick print in his shorts was nothing short  😉*wink wink* of a fascination for me. Given that I've only ever saw one penis before this one, it was new territory to be explored.. I plopped down on the bed unsure of where to start. He was tall and had those baller type legs, in three strides he was beside me on the bed. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and said "look at what you're doing to me" being a little apprehensive at first I then stroked his throbbing dick a little to witch I saw him sigh.

He then threw me over his legs and pulled up my skirt to my waist. He paused when he saw the green lace with the bow at the back. "is this for me?" he chuckled "Cute! and green is my favorite color" He held me over his legs caressing my ass then without warning he released an onslaught of spanks to my derrière. I winced I squirmed but never begged him to stop. I was panting like it was some type of foreplay I've never had and the ever present feeling of being... moist. When he stopped, he seemed like he was almost drooling and I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, throbbing harder than before.

My ass stinged, but I loved how my body felt, it was as if every nerve ending was on fire. I eased myself up and stepped away. I can't remember the nickname he used for me but he called me back over to the bed. As I stood in front of him he held me by the waist then threw me on the bed, he quickly took off his shirt and shorts and underpants in one swift go. I will never forget his sculpted dark body and hard dick. Looking like the Adonis of my time. He was about ready to push his raw dick inside when I said "Stop!, condom, please" almost breathless from the anticipation.

He reluctantly went to his drawer and took out a condom. After putting it on, he flipped me into a backshot position, as if I was going to be punished. He slid inside me... More accurate description, he bulldozed his way into my pussy. No gentleness, no question about if I was ready. I screamed for the first time while he commented on how my pussy was squeezing his dick. He then paused and started whining in my pussy stroking away, I felt my stomach tying in knots, my skin grew hot I felt my pussy getting creamier by the minute. My pussy emitted juices I never knew I had, it ran down to my legs as if it was a newly discovered spring. He then picked up momentum and started fucking me harder. I had to brace myself, but I was loving every minute of it. He held onto my braids and started slapping my ass at the same rate in which he was fucking me. I was in bliss, he was hitting the right spot. I gripped the sheet and was moaning when I felt him shift, he placed one foot on the edge of the bed and gripped my ass and started to sink his dick deeper than I thought it could go. I had this ebbing feeling like electricity was flowing through my body. Then, it came, I came in surges. My body convulsed and I screamed, but he would not let me go. His fingers sunk deeper into my skin as if to hold me steady and he went even harder than before. He moaned so loudly I was shocked.

Before I knew it my eyes closed and I was out. I don't know if it was the unfamiliarity of his bed and his body next to mine that woke me, but I got up and asked if he could take me back to campus. Hearing those words, I could see his disappointment. After he dropped me off and I got back to my room I saw that it was after 2 in the early morning as I dropped on my bed and went straight to sleep. When I woke up later that morning I grabbed my phone to see if last night was all in my head. No!, it was all real. I examined myself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror my eyes seemed more alive and my skin glowed. I was sore all over but felt damn good.

I grabbed my phone and texted. "I need you again... tonight" he responded with a "lol okay, Good morning" To say I was enticed was not enough..I was dickmatized. I lived for the evenings after my classes when he would come and take me away to the land of the fucked😌 We spent almost every evening fucking like there was no tomorrow for nearly 3 months. I'm ashamed to say the many times I thought of sucking his dick just to get a taste of him but didn't (shameless now to say I can do my thing😜) but just as quickly as our passion grew that's how quickly it went. Our last encounter was a couple days before my exams started. Where he bent me over and fucked me on a bench on campus. . . To be continued

I'm ashamed to say the many times I thought of sucking his dick just to get a taste of him but didn't (shameless now to say I can do my thing😜) but just as quickly as our passion grew that's how quickly it went. Our last encounter was a couple days before my exams started. Where he bent me over and fucked me on a bench on campus. I then found out that he was doing his Master's program and when it came down to it he never had time and possibly never wanted to continue to entertain a "young girl" like me. We took a walk across campus and found a bench somewhere secluded. He was cold and distant. I don't remember much of the conversation what I do remember is him demanding that bend over on the bench. He stripped my lower half bare and without hesitance shoved his hard cock inside. I knew I couldn't make any noise so I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood. I never got a flogging that night, he just grabbed my neck from behind and squeezed. I instantly felt my pussy juices running down my leg. I could hear the wetness of my pussy as he pounded in and out of her. I was panicking that we might get caught because we were outside and the security would often patrol campus. I don't know if it was the sloppy sounds coming from my wetness, or the thought of getting caught or the fact that he was obstructing my airway or everything in one but I felt something "shoot" out of my pussy and I couldn't hold it in, it was a crippling effect he then let go of my throat and asked me to come again. I shook my head, no. This made him leaned over biting into my back and my whole body shuddered there. I was coming all over again and he came shortly after. I was reveling in the fact that I could actually squirt looking at my handiwork on the bench. He then found my underwear and pants in the bushes and handed them to me. I put on my pants and stuffed the underwear in my pocket. He sat on the bench beside the wetness like he was trying to think of something to say. He said to me he was going home for the holiday so I wouldn't see him and throughout exams I often spent my time locked in my room masturbating to thoughts of being pinned against his wall bite marks on my shoulders, the nail marks on his back, the moaning the spanking. My mind was engulfed with thoughts of our many sexual encounters and I lusted often to feel him on my body. My fingers were no longer enough I started to use alternative things in my room to masturbate just waiting for him to come back and for us to continue our sex story. He came back, but we never continued our little adventures. I became... Possessive and texted him constantly saying that I just really needed to be fucked to which he never responded. I learned later that he had a girlfriend and worked close to campus. I was like a crack addict going through withdrawal. I was never in love with the man. I was in no need for a hero to save me or love me to life. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted that spark igniting dick from the devil of a man I never truly knew. I never got it again and I was admittedly hurt about it because I truly wasn't asking for anything more than just some good fuck. I did however couple months after got an apology from him while walking from the same commissary where I had met him. He looked at me and looked dead in his eye said good evening and kept walking. Only to hear him call out my name and asked for me to wait when he got to me he said I look like I lost some weight to make light of the tension in the air around us. I asked "what you want?" He grabbed my hand and said "I'm sorry" Didn't know what he was expecting after saying that, I pulled my hand away and walked back to the dorm. ************************************* 

I have several more stories of me uncovering and embracing my thirst for sex. This piece was taken from my "Black Book" which is my journal from my early 20s. Until I write again ✌