I Finally Let Kevin Finish Inside Me [F19/M21] | 2016

A lot of people were concerned about my last story. Though graphic, it definitely begins to define my early relationship with Kevin - but I don't want people to get the idea that it was all bad - it wasn't. As below.

We had been hooking up now regularly for the first two months of the year - he had started texting me for things other than coming over and sex. He'd also started to text me requests - for nudes, but more often, to wear something in particular when I came over. It started innocently, certain skirts and dresses. Invariably, when we had sex, he wouldn't remove them. He also disliked heels, preferring that I wear strappy sandals or flats - fine by me. We'd had discussions about safe sex - and I had told him I was on the pill. Still though, the end of our fucking was the same - his breathing would get rapid, and I would get the quiet "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and I would feel the hot spritz across my ass or my stomach. It turned me on seeing him - I had started requesting that he not jerk off for a few days before. It started to become easy to tell, he would cum much more. After he came, we always cuddled for a bit, which I loved. I has started to view sex as a path to more - as long as I kept pleasing him, I kept seeing him.

He texted me that day and invited me to a BBQ in the back yard of the house. He also had a very specific request - that I wear a navy and blue striped dress, and that I not wear panties. As soon as I read the text, I could feel heat in my chest. Something as openly sexual like that, I'd never done before. I felt embarrassed, but at the same time I felt like I'd be sharing a dirty secret with him. I put on the dress, did my hair and makeup, still wearing my underwear. Just before leaving, I checked the text one more time - nothing further. But standing there in the middle of my dorm room, my roomate gone, I put my purse down, hitched up my dress, and pulled off my underwear. Passing one of my hallmates, I was momentarilly mortified - would he notice?

The BBQ was the same - every person I talked to, I was sure they could see right through me. I flattened and pulled down my dress far more than usual. When Kevin appeared, he gave me a hug, and I felt his hands slide down to my rear, feeling for panty lines. He leaned down and whispered that I was a good girl. My chest flashed with heat again.

We parted, and I walked over to talk to another of the brothers, but Kevin quickly came back to me and put his hand on my back. Since my dress was backless, I felt his hand against my skin - cold, from the beer can he'd been holding - it made me prickle, and think about what we were about to do.

"Want to head inside?" he asked, and I said yes.

On the way into the house, we kept looking at each other. Catching his green eyes and 2 day-ish stubble, I felt so lucky to be the one that he was about to fuck. Looking back on it, it is silly - but then, it felt real.

We had made it to his room when he shut the door and pushed his body up against mine. He began kissing my neck and running his fingers through my hair, now down a few inches past my shoulders. I kissed his neck and could hear him breathing, putting my hand on his chest; between my legs had gotten warm and slippery.

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, pressing me against the wall perpendicular to his door. I felt his breath, smelling of beer, against my neck, hearing the familiar sound of a belt being undone and a fly being unzipped. His shorts fell to the ground with a clank from the belt buckle. I felt his cock against my dress, which he quickly hiked up.

"I love that you didn't wear panties like a little slut."

Turning around to him, I could see him spitting in his hand and rubbing it on the head of his cock. I adjusted my stance, parting my legs, in preparation for him. Grabbing me around the waist with his left hand, I bent slightly to allow him in. After two or three pushes, he sank completely inside me and I sighed. This time, unlike others, his thrusting was more gentle. I got the sense that he hadn't masturbated in a few days, and would likely cum fast. Sometimes he stopped thrusting completely. His hands on my breasts, he continued kissing the back of my neck, and then would start again, four or five times, slowly.

I had never let a guy cum inside my pussy before. The experience of Kevin's cum inside me before wasn't unpleasant - it wasn't anything really. It occurred to me that without underwear, I would have to find some way to clean myself before returning to the party. But I decided it was time.

My breathing had gotten faster, and I turned to him, saying "I want you to cum inside me."

He immediately gripped my shoulders and pushed deeper, his thrusting becoming regular, and faster. Both his arms then gripped me and he pushed one final time, at this point, me on my tip toes. He held his breath and groaned. After a minute, he pulled out of me, and I had the unique sensation of a slippery drip falling out - looking beneath me, I saw a big drop of his cum. He was still breathing behind me hard, as I excused myself to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, i cleaned myself as best I could - but with no panties, it felt odd. I sat on the toilet for a minute, and when I finally judged I was clean, I returned to him wiping up the dripping with a paper towel.

What I hadn't noticed was two of his friends outside the room, listening to us.