I had been dating Itza since late in the spring semester of my sophomore year at university. We met when I was dating her roommate, but a series of very fortunate events changed those relationships. Itza was an unbelievably hot girl a tall, dark olive-skinned Latina. She enjoyed working out, and had developed a remarkable body. Itza was 56 and weighed only 115 pounds, but this was wound into lithe cords of muscle on her shoulders, back, and legs. For a girl who worked out, she had a nice rack big, hard tits which sat high on her taut torso above well-defined abs. Yet, she was also very feminine, with long thick black hair, and a sexy smile. When she looked at you, you just felt the heat from her almost-black eyes. She liked to dress for effect, often wearing tight tops or shorts that showed off her body. Always responding to the attention of any guy, and often showing a temper, she was a difficult girl to date.
Despite the muscles, she was not the least bit masculine, just very competitive. After we started going out, I learned this about Itza - she was dead accurate at the drinking game of Quarters. We would be at a house party or a frat, and she would inevitably challenge a group of guys to play. The guys swaggering and flirting with Itza would always take the challenge. Itza would insist on letting all the guys take their turns first, usually missing, or sometimes succeeding with a high-five with a friend. At her turn, Itza would lean over the table, place the quarter between her two index fingers, and let it roll down her nose to strike the table. This worked nearly every time. I once saw Itza make 32 shots in a row. She just kept sinking her shots, ignoring the guys, and concentrating. Now, 32 eight-ounce beers are a lot for anyone to drink so quickly. When we left the party, the four guys all big guys who liked to drink were almost passed out. Shed brag about it later, retelling the story to friends, and enjoying how she had won the contest.
The summer was passing quickly. We both had light course schedules, but even then we did not always make it to class. We had many common interests, skipping class, working out, and fucking. Yes, there was a lot of fucking that summer.
In late July, we both had a free Wednesday afternoon. The weather was hot and sultry, in the mid 90s, so Itza and I spent the afternoon at the beach, actually a strip of sand at a nearby lake. The beach was crowded with students and families from town, but we found a spot near the far edge, where the sand stopped and the pinewoods started, and laid out our blankets. Itza had me put some sun lotion on her back, and I remember how her warm, taut skin felt under my pressing hands that July day. We both dozed off in the hot sun. About an hour later, I looked over at Itza. She was stretched out on her back with her eyes closed, so I could quietly admire her sinuous, muscled body. Her large breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly. I could see her nipples and broad, dark areolas strain the fabric of her yellow bikini top. Leaning close to her bare shoulders, I quietly inhaled her skin had a dark, spicy smell, almost like anise, and the sweat on her body shone in the afternoon sun. Beads of sweat covered her belly and in places traced out the subtle cuts in her muscles. I thought about later at her apartment, eating her pussy, and how good it would taste. Laying there in the July sun, my cock hardening in my trunks, now pressing hard into the ground, I thought about how Itza would cry out when I first entered her. Itza was the only girl a college who had taken my entire length, and when fully inside her, my cock would push into her cervix, forcing it to bulge and stretch into her womb. Later, I decided, I would make her cum so hard she would cry out, shooting into her pussy, and filling it with my spunk.
After we both had enough sun, we headed back to town and her apartment. We both showered and changed clothes. We hung out and listened to some music, but because of the afternoon of sun and some inherent laziness, we fell asleep. Waking up at nearly 10 p.m., Itza and I were reinvigorated. After scrounging for some dinner from the recesses of her refrigerator, it was getting very late.
Lets workout, she asked, and started to fix her hair in the mirror.
OK, babe, I teasingly said, as I put my arms around her waist, and closed in behind her. My cock, pushing out my sweatpants, was pressed into her firm ass.
No not now I really want to work out! Itza complained.
At first, I ignored her, and kept rubbing my hands on her hips and sides.
We can work out, I said, as I continued to feel her body. She shot me a furious look over her should, and I knew it was pointless. She had made up her mind.
I am going to make you work hard today, since we missed yesterday! she said mischievously, as she gave me a quick kiss. Her black eyes shone as she tapped my chest with her long fingers.
We headed over to the recreation center and to the large varsity weight room. I showed my ID to the drowsy student attendant, and we started our workout. Since it was now almost midnight, the large room was deserted. Itza and I started on the bench press, working out side-by-side on two benches, and spotting for the other. I racked a heavy load onto the bar and really pushed during my three sets. Itza also worked hard, so we were both starting to sweat.
The air conditioning in the weight room was always turned down at night, and since it was a hot, humid night, it was really warm in the room, and the mirrors on the wall were lightly fogging in places.
You look really sexy, I said as we went to the leg press. She smiled, but did not say anything. I watched as she racked up, and sat on the machine, her body taut and breast thrusting forward, as she did her reps. I thought about her pussy, with the thin strip of wiry black hair above her lips and the rest shaved clean.
Your turn, you need to do a really heavy set, she declared, as we switched places. I did exactly as she asked, putting 10 fifty-pound plats onto the sled. I pushed out a full set, watching Itza as she watched me work.
You have to push harder on your other sets, Big Man, she said simply.
After we both finished three heavy sets, we were really sweating. Itza next moved to some of the specialized machines, which I never used. While I did my sets, I watched her body, how she moved through each set, strong yet sexy. Looking around, I noticed that the bored attendant had disappeared, probably sleeping on the new padded bleachers in the wrestling room upstairs. I decided to strip off my shirt to try and finally get Itza too hot to stop. She saw me and stalked right over.
Hey, Big Man, she smiled, and put her hand on my chest, rubbing her palm over the bulging sides of my jacked pectoral muscles, pausing to lightly tease my nipples, which were distended from the work out.
I leaned over and whispered, Your so unbelievably hot right now. She smiled, and arched her back as we kissed. Now, her resolve looked like it was exhausted. We held the kiss, taking turns pushing our tongues in - playing, probing, and tasting each other. My big cock expanded, now almost fully hard, it extended down towards my knee, bulging outward obscenely as my huge, throbbing cock strained against the fabric of my jock. Itza looked down.
Were not done, you have to wait, she said with some severity, and walked to the flat bench for more upper body exercises. We racked the curl bar, and kept working. With Itza lying on her back on the low bench, again her body was in front of me, and again the day of waiting seemed to continue. After one of her sets, I squatted down with my head next to hers, and decided to finally break her.
Ive been thinking about you all day, at the beach, at your apartment. And, watching you here.
Mmm is that so? she breathed somewhat heavily from her last set.
What have you been thinking, Big Man? she asked with a gleaming look.
How I want to eat your pussy and make you cum. How I want to open up with my cock, and push it into you. How I want to make you cry. I whispered this in her ear, smelling her dark, spicy skin, and feeling her thick hair against my cheek.
Brett you always excite me she trailed off, looking somewhat dreamy.
Babe, its you, your body, how you taste, I continued with a playful lick at her earlobe.
I want to come inside you, make your pussy wet with my cum.
I thought I had her, and was planning on taking her up to the deserted fencing locker room, but instead, she sat upright suddenly.
We have one last set, Big Man, if you want to fuck me.
End of Part 1
Despite the muscles, she was not the least bit masculine, just very competitive. After we started going out, I learned this about Itza - she was dead accurate at the drinking game of Quarters. We would be at a house party or a frat, and she would inevitably challenge a group of guys to play. The guys swaggering and flirting with Itza would always take the challenge. Itza would insist on letting all the guys take their turns first, usually missing, or sometimes succeeding with a high-five with a friend. At her turn, Itza would lean over the table, place the quarter between her two index fingers, and let it roll down her nose to strike the table. This worked nearly every time. I once saw Itza make 32 shots in a row. She just kept sinking her shots, ignoring the guys, and concentrating. Now, 32 eight-ounce beers are a lot for anyone to drink so quickly. When we left the party, the four guys all big guys who liked to drink were almost passed out. Shed brag about it later, retelling the story to friends, and enjoying how she had won the contest.
The summer was passing quickly. We both had light course schedules, but even then we did not always make it to class. We had many common interests, skipping class, working out, and fucking. Yes, there was a lot of fucking that summer.
In late July, we both had a free Wednesday afternoon. The weather was hot and sultry, in the mid 90s, so Itza and I spent the afternoon at the beach, actually a strip of sand at a nearby lake. The beach was crowded with students and families from town, but we found a spot near the far edge, where the sand stopped and the pinewoods started, and laid out our blankets. Itza had me put some sun lotion on her back, and I remember how her warm, taut skin felt under my pressing hands that July day. We both dozed off in the hot sun. About an hour later, I looked over at Itza. She was stretched out on her back with her eyes closed, so I could quietly admire her sinuous, muscled body. Her large breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly. I could see her nipples and broad, dark areolas strain the fabric of her yellow bikini top. Leaning close to her bare shoulders, I quietly inhaled her skin had a dark, spicy smell, almost like anise, and the sweat on her body shone in the afternoon sun. Beads of sweat covered her belly and in places traced out the subtle cuts in her muscles. I thought about later at her apartment, eating her pussy, and how good it would taste. Laying there in the July sun, my cock hardening in my trunks, now pressing hard into the ground, I thought about how Itza would cry out when I first entered her. Itza was the only girl a college who had taken my entire length, and when fully inside her, my cock would push into her cervix, forcing it to bulge and stretch into her womb. Later, I decided, I would make her cum so hard she would cry out, shooting into her pussy, and filling it with my spunk.
After we both had enough sun, we headed back to town and her apartment. We both showered and changed clothes. We hung out and listened to some music, but because of the afternoon of sun and some inherent laziness, we fell asleep. Waking up at nearly 10 p.m., Itza and I were reinvigorated. After scrounging for some dinner from the recesses of her refrigerator, it was getting very late.
Lets workout, she asked, and started to fix her hair in the mirror.
OK, babe, I teasingly said, as I put my arms around her waist, and closed in behind her. My cock, pushing out my sweatpants, was pressed into her firm ass.
No not now I really want to work out! Itza complained.
At first, I ignored her, and kept rubbing my hands on her hips and sides.
We can work out, I said, as I continued to feel her body. She shot me a furious look over her should, and I knew it was pointless. She had made up her mind.
I am going to make you work hard today, since we missed yesterday! she said mischievously, as she gave me a quick kiss. Her black eyes shone as she tapped my chest with her long fingers.
We headed over to the recreation center and to the large varsity weight room. I showed my ID to the drowsy student attendant, and we started our workout. Since it was now almost midnight, the large room was deserted. Itza and I started on the bench press, working out side-by-side on two benches, and spotting for the other. I racked a heavy load onto the bar and really pushed during my three sets. Itza also worked hard, so we were both starting to sweat.
The air conditioning in the weight room was always turned down at night, and since it was a hot, humid night, it was really warm in the room, and the mirrors on the wall were lightly fogging in places.
You look really sexy, I said as we went to the leg press. She smiled, but did not say anything. I watched as she racked up, and sat on the machine, her body taut and breast thrusting forward, as she did her reps. I thought about her pussy, with the thin strip of wiry black hair above her lips and the rest shaved clean.
Your turn, you need to do a really heavy set, she declared, as we switched places. I did exactly as she asked, putting 10 fifty-pound plats onto the sled. I pushed out a full set, watching Itza as she watched me work.
You have to push harder on your other sets, Big Man, she said simply.
After we both finished three heavy sets, we were really sweating. Itza next moved to some of the specialized machines, which I never used. While I did my sets, I watched her body, how she moved through each set, strong yet sexy. Looking around, I noticed that the bored attendant had disappeared, probably sleeping on the new padded bleachers in the wrestling room upstairs. I decided to strip off my shirt to try and finally get Itza too hot to stop. She saw me and stalked right over.
Hey, Big Man, she smiled, and put her hand on my chest, rubbing her palm over the bulging sides of my jacked pectoral muscles, pausing to lightly tease my nipples, which were distended from the work out.
I leaned over and whispered, Your so unbelievably hot right now. She smiled, and arched her back as we kissed. Now, her resolve looked like it was exhausted. We held the kiss, taking turns pushing our tongues in - playing, probing, and tasting each other. My big cock expanded, now almost fully hard, it extended down towards my knee, bulging outward obscenely as my huge, throbbing cock strained against the fabric of my jock. Itza looked down.
Were not done, you have to wait, she said with some severity, and walked to the flat bench for more upper body exercises. We racked the curl bar, and kept working. With Itza lying on her back on the low bench, again her body was in front of me, and again the day of waiting seemed to continue. After one of her sets, I squatted down with my head next to hers, and decided to finally break her.
Ive been thinking about you all day, at the beach, at your apartment. And, watching you here.
Mmm is that so? she breathed somewhat heavily from her last set.
What have you been thinking, Big Man? she asked with a gleaming look.
How I want to eat your pussy and make you cum. How I want to open up with my cock, and push it into you. How I want to make you cry. I whispered this in her ear, smelling her dark, spicy skin, and feeling her thick hair against my cheek.
Brett you always excite me she trailed off, looking somewhat dreamy.
Babe, its you, your body, how you taste, I continued with a playful lick at her earlobe.
I want to come inside you, make your pussy wet with my cum.
I thought I had her, and was planning on taking her up to the deserted fencing locker room, but instead, she sat upright suddenly.
We have one last set, Big Man, if you want to fuck me.
End of Part 1