More than Just Practice by ducktape252
Rating: 90%, Read 40282 times, Posted Jul 19, 2011
Making it through Mrs.Kimbrell’s third period English class would have been impossible for me, except one seat ahead of and one row to the right of me sat the hottest girl in school. Her name was Rayne Kinnamore , she had the hottest ass, the biggest boobs, and the most toned body in the whole school, no small feat as there were 1200+ graduating seniors in our school.
I had had my fare share of girlfriends and had dated every girl on the varsity Cheer team except her, and I knew she was waaay out of my league. Even though we had been friends since 6th grade six years before. I had flirted with her and she flirted back but we never really got anywhere. She had been the only one there for me when my dad was killed in Iraq in ‘91. Now sitting in that hell of a class room the only thing I would do is sit there and look over her perfect body. Finally the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the room. As I walked out the door Rayne grabbed my arm.
“Hey Austin, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure” was my reply.
“I wanted to know if you would like to go to the courts after school today”
“Since when do you play tennis?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
“Not long actually, I was wondering if you could teach me some of those moves I see you do every morning.” Being on the varsity team since sophomore year meant that I was one of the best in the state in my division.
My reply was” You watch me practice every day?”
“Not EVERY day but most days, yes”
I told her that was just a little weird, but I would be happy to help her get some practice in.
I then asked if she had a racquet ,she said she did ,and then asked her to meet me at the tennis locker rooms at three thirty.
At three thirty, rite on time she came striding out of the school in the tiniest tennis dress I had ever seen. It barely covered her massive tits and was pushed out in the back because it was so short and her perfect ass prevented it from laying flat against her tanned thighs. I told her she could choose the court we would play on. She decided on a court that had a large cluster of trees on the west side, completely shading the court. I asked her to show me her serves so I could decide weather or not we would have to work on those: they were perfect. Next I hit a few shots to her to judge both her reaction time and her forehand and backhand swings. She was light on her feet and had nearly perfect ball control.
“Exactly how long have you been playing?” I asked her.
“Since seventh grade.” was her reply.
“You said you hadn’t been playing long!” I said back in surprise.
“Compared to you I haven’t been playing long” was her reply
“You said you needed practice.”
“That was just something I said to get you alone with me”
“So, what do you really want?” I asked
“Yes you, ever since your dad was killed I’ve liked you, a lot.”
“Yes, before that I thought you were just a tough guy who never lost a fight, but when you got pulled from class that day and there was that guy in the hallway I knew something was wrong. And then you just left and didn’t take your stuff I knew something was very, very wrong.”
“So you took my stuff to my house and that’s how you found out”
“Exactly. And then we started talking and you just opened up the way you did; that was when I realized there was more to you than I had originally thought.”
“But why me, why not some empty headed football player?”
“Because I’ve tried dating them but they can’t keep their hands off me, or their eyes off my boobs. So, I gave up trying to date them. To be honest, I haven’t had a date in three years. And to make matters worse the guys who would act civil are so intimidated by my body that they won’t even talk to me.”
Then she broke down and started crying, I went over and started trying to calm her down.
At this point a couple of her ex’s came up and started mocking her. I told them that if they messed with her then they would be messing with me. Then one of them bent over and grabbed a tennis ball off the ground and threw it at her, he missed, I took a swing at him and nailed him square in the gut knocking him out cold. The other one took a sing at me, instantly I side stemmed, grabbed the arm he swung with, with my right hand and swung my left arm in an L shape with my forearm pointing up hitting him no the boney part of his elbow which caused his arm to become hyper extended (a trick I learned from my dad) and then I put him in a sleeper hold and asked him if he was going to mess with her again he shook his head no and I released him. He just gabbed his buddy and ran away.
As I turned around Rayne was just starting to pick her self back up.
“Rayne we can go to my car to cool off if you want.”
“That would be nice.”
As we sat in the car cooling of there was an awkward silence that she finally broke by saying:
“That was so brave of you, there were two of them and you kicked both of their asses!”
“That was nothing…” was all I was able to get out because at that exact second she leaned over and kissed me square on the lips, not a quick peck but a deep ,passionate kiss. I felt her tongue pressing against my lips and I opened them to let her in we sat there for a good three to four minuets making out before she finally broke our connection.
“I shouldn’t have done that, it was completely uncalled for.” And then she went to get out of the car.
“No it was nice, a little unexpected but nice.” Then she sat back down and we proceeded to make out again and I placed my hand on her smooth tanned thigh and started rubbing it up and down, this elicited a soft almost inaudible moan from her. She then asked if we could go to my apartment, I was forced to get one because my mom was in jail and my dad had been away all the time so I had actually been an living on my own since I was 16.
As we made the 15 minuet trip to my apartment she called her mom and told her that she was staying at a friend’s house to study.
When we got to my place I was so nervous I could barely find my door key, I was still looking when we reached the door and saw that it was open.
“Stay here I’ll be right back.” I ran to my car and grabbed the SIG SAUER P220 hand gun my dad gave me in his will .I loaded it and then ran back to my door and cleared the whole apartment like a pro (another trick my dad taught me). I then realized that nothing was missing except my T.V. remote but that was easily replaced. I yelled at Rayne that it was safe and she came running around the corner shutting the door behind herself. She was unzipping her dress as we entered the bedroom but stopped long enough to push me down onto the bed, then she finished unzipping her dress.
I couldn’t believe what stood before me, the hottest girl in school totally nude ,her olive skin giving the impression of an allover tan, her perfect tits standing totally upright without any sag or stretch at all, and her completely bald pussy already moist with her juices. She came over to where I was and knelt down in front of me unbuckling my jeans and yanking them and my boxers off in one motion allowing my nine inch cock to spring out.
“Fuck that thing is huge!”
Before I could even say anything she took it in her mouth and started to suck me. Her lips were so soft and her mouth was so moist and warm I nearly came (cummed ?) as soon as she started. Slowly working her way down until she could take no more. Then she started to bob her head up and down on the part she could swallow and jack off the part she couldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and sure enough after about five minuets I got that familiar feeling in my balls.
“I’mmmmmmmmcccccuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!!” then a feeling of total euphoria overtook me and it felt like the whole room was spinning. After the room stopped spinning I looked down and didn’t see any cum and realized she must have swallowed all of it.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had!”
“Thanks, but that was my first time.“
“Not a snowball’s chance in Hell that was your first one.”
“It was really my first time!”
“Okay if you say so.”
“ Now it’s your turn to pleasure me.”
It was at this point that I wondered just how far she was willing to go. I told her to lie on the bed with her legs hanging off the side. After she laid down I leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently ran my tongue across her nipple causing it to instantly become rock hard and her to softly moan. I teased that nipple for probably two more minuets before continuing on to the other one giving it a similar treatment. Then I slowly kissed my way down her perfect abs before reaching her treasure. I parted her legs and teased her outer lips before dipping my tongue deep into her pussy causing her to loudly moan. I continued to tongue fuck her for several more minuets and then she started to move her hips to meet my strokes. After several more minutes of this her breath became very ragged and she started to quiver under my assault. Then suddenly she wrapped her legs around my head forcing my entire face into her groin as she started to have a massive orgasm ,her juices flowed out like a nectarine flavored river. Just when I thought I was going to suffocate she released me and I came up gasping for air.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“A true professional never reveals his secrets.”
“Damn you know me too well.” was my reply.
I laid down beside her to catch my breath and could feel my dick getting hard again.
“We are going to have to do something about that.” she said reaching down and grabbing my dick ,which was by now totally hard, and started jacking me off.
“What do you have in mind?“ I asked
“We could fuck and you could take my cherry.” she calmly replied. I was quite shocked at that statement. Then I remembered her previous statement about her previous statement about her boyfriends only wanting her for her body not for who she was and it made sense.
She just sat up and got ready to mount me cowgirl style.
“Wait don’t we need protection?”
“Nope, I’ve been on the pill since seventh grade.” and with that she started lowering herself onto my throbbing cock. As soon as my head entered her she winced with pain because she wasn’t accustomed to my size. After sitting there for a minuet she continued to lower herself until we hit her hymen, even at that depth I could tell she was tighter than anyone I had ever been with, and then she raised up a little before slamming down hard tearing through her virginity. Upon doing this she screamed in pain and sat there for a few minuets waiting for the pain to subside. When it did she started bouncing up and down on me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, and even though she was practically a faucet of pussy juice there was still immense friction between us, plus she was so tight I thought the pressure of her pussy walls on me was going to crush my dick. As she bounced I began using a mental technique I learned from a DVD I bought that allowed me to last longer when fucking so I could make her have multiple orgasms while delaying my own. After a few minuets of this she began to moan and grunt loudly as her orgasm approached. Then she rose up until just my head was in her and slammed down hard as her orgasm hit. Then I flipped her so that she was on bottom and continued to fuck her until she had two more orgasms, each more powerful than the first. Only after her fourth orgasm did I finally allow myself to cum, shooting ropes of scalding cum deep into her womb.
As we lie there, our bodies drenched in sweat, my softening cock still in her pussy she turned to me and said the last thing I had expected.
“I love you.” she said after pulling my cock out of her pussy with an audible popping noise.
I was completely dumbstruck. I always had a comeback of some kind, but this time was different, I was totally speechless, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I love you too”
“Were you just saying that or did you really mean it?” she asked
“I meant it” I replied.
“What happens now?” she asked
“I don’t know. Start going out? Go steady? Get married?” was my reply
“Married?” she gulped
“Yah, I’ve been tossing around the idea of Rayne Revonitch.”
“It does have a ring to it doesn’t it”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking”
“But not until after we both have jobs and are in college.” she said
This is where I’ll leave off for now. Comment and then I’ll decide weather or not to write a sequel.
Rating: 90%, Read 40282 times, Posted Jul 19, 2011