The fact that I once saw him writing his first name and my last name during class over and over should have told me something. So, one summer night wh...ile we were on break, he came over and spent the night with me like we had done many times before. As we were in bed talking about things, I dont remember what, the conversation turned towards sleeping habits. It was around 1 in the morning. We started this ridiculous discussion about each of us "only being able to sleep in the nude." So, we both. His hand grabbed my hip as he slowly pushed the head of his dick into me. “Oh shit!” I screamed, as I felt the plump head of his cock pushing into my asshole. “Almost there,” he said, grabbing my hips with both hands as he pushed his dick into my ass. I could feel my asshole stretching around the thick shaft of his cock as it slid deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck it’s too big!” I exclaimed, as inch after inch of John’s thick black cock penetrated my body. “Don’t worry, you'll stretch out just. She forced her eyes open to look up at Mark, her sweet honey bear. Beyond the out-of-focus shaft of his cock, his abs were clenched and his jaw was set, as if trying to remember something just outside of his realm of recall. She hoped she wasn't hurting him, sucking too hard. She knew that sometimes dicks got almost as sensitive as her clit after an orgasm. God, her clit. Mount Plymouth rising above the gushing tide of her wet. Coated in teenage boy cum. Another wave now, she closed her eyes. In the morning I woke up with a start and realised immediately what we had done and felt both shame and then sexual excitement as I looked at Matt’s naked body and his already hard cock that was touching my leg as he slept. When Matt woke up we talked a little about what we had done the night before as he gently played with my nipple and again I was turned on like mad so I pushed my rock hard cock against his leg and he suggested we have a shower and some breakfast, so I walked to his little.