Manmoirs: Young American - Sex Stories

Manmoirs: Young American

September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and received a massive shock with Appalachian State leading 28-17 after one half of football. The whole place was shocked. During the game there was this cute girl sitting next to me. About 5'5", dark hair, skinny sorority-type. Her name was Violet. We made small talk throughout the first half of the game. I found out she was a Senior at Michigan University. Near the end of the second quarter I asked where she was from since she had a southern accent. "I'm from South Carolina. Mount Pleasant. How about you?" When I told her I was from Canada, her eyes lit up. "Oh my! I've never been with a Canadian before." Bingo! Time to operate. "Now's your chance to be with one." "Well there's still half a game left. We wouldn't want to leave before seeing the finish, would we?" "If Michigan plays like they did in the first half you will have wished you had three orgasms instead." "Follow me Canada." I turned to my buddies and told them to call my cell when the game ended. Little did I know the finish would ...

... turn out the way it did. Then again, I was about to show this southern belle how I finish - much stronger than a Wolverine. We walked two minutes back to her apartment and wasted no time. She was kissing and tonguing me, I was gripping her ass firmly with one hand, slipping my other hand under her shirt caressing her back. Because she was about to be the first pussy since Kira, I was pumped up. I wanted Violet to have the best sex she ever had. My hands made their way down her pants and already she was soaking wet. She quickly pulled her top and bra off and reached for my face to continue making out. She was a good, aggressive kisser. She also seemed horny. Since she probably just moved back to school I had presumed she had gone a full week without sex. That is an eternity for some! Nevertheless I kept fingering her wet snatch and she was screaming. The little minx starting pulling off my shorts and began stroking my cock. She then whispered in my ear she wanted it inside her. I threw her onto the bed; luckily, I had a condom with me. "I'm on the pill if you don't want to wear a condom." I put it on. Last thing I needed was a cross-border STD. I threw on the rubber and entered her with ease. She was tight, so I started slow. I kept kissing her lips and neck, stroking her perky breasts. "You have a nice cock. Kinda big." The way she said that with her southern accent was a massive turn-on. I picked up the pace and she picked up the screaming, eyes popping out of her head as I ...