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Hey guys. I’ve been really busy with grad school since I last posted, but with the school year over I finally have time to type up some of my stories again. This is kind of a "one-off" and I’ll get back to writing about my cabin adventures (so far 1IhyjHThere and 1HTtsf4here) after this.

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This is something that happened when I did Mock Trial competitions as an undergraduate. At my school, mock trial was something only a few people did, but those who were in it took it incredibly seriously and spent almost all of their time on it. The idea of Mock Trial is that you and your team, representing either the prosecution/plaintiff or the defendant, are given a case to argue in front of someone pretending to be a judge, who then decides for which party based on whoever’s skill in the courtroom was greater. I was actually really good at Mock Trial, which is how I ended up as the second lead attorney on a team, right behind my boyfriend at the time, who was a senior, as a sophomore. Unfortunately, as I’m sure almost anyone could have seen coming, we’d broken up partway through the year, and were forced to work together for the rest of the year despite having no small amount of acrimony towards each other. Since I’d been dating him basically since I got to college, I responded to the break-up by going on something of a tear. It wasn’t completely insane, but there was a month where I slept with a different man a week, so I couldn’t entirely blame him for becoming a little jealous. Anyway, we were at our first tournament after our break-up, and were more or less managing to work together as a team. We won our first round, and were looking to do pretty well in the second against a lower ranked team. There was a minor snag that I realized as soon as we got started: the opposing team’s captain was incredibly hot. He was maybe about 6’2’’ with short brown hair and vaguely-hipsterish horn rimmed glasses. I was a little distracted at first, but was able to do my job and work with my ex (We’ll call him Mark) for the first part of the case. After we’d presented our case for the prosecution—presenting our three witnesses and then having them cross examined—the judge called for a ten minute break before the defense presented their case. After watching the opposing captain cross-examine one of our witnesses I was really into him. He was yards better than any of his teammates, and had just the same kind of intense confidence when speaking in front of the court that Mark had, that had made me fall for him in the beginning. During the break, the two teams broke off to talk about the next phase of the trial, but I made sure I found an excuse to cross in front of him as he was walking out and smiling, saying hi, in my flirtatious way. He looked a little taken aback, and I realized that he might think I’m trying to get inside his head. This has been known to be a tactic of especially underhanded teams that happened to have a big-titted girl on their team who could wear a low-cut dress and lean over in front of a particularly scatter-brained witness to get them to blush and stutter. This had never been my strategy, but I can understand why he’d been a little shy. I didn’t talk to him again during the next break, because I didn’t want him to think I was trying to fuck with him (in that way, at least) and waited until the end of the trial. Afterwards (we won, btw), I introduced myself, found out his name was Will, and asked what he would be doing that night. Since so many teams travel from out of state and end up kind of isolated in a hotel, it was common that people held parties in their rooms. I gave him my phone number and told him to text me. He said he would. That night I was in one of our hotel rooms with most of the members of our teams, trying to avoid sitting next to Mark, when Will texts me. He just said "hey." And I quickly responded with the same thing. "What are you doing right now?" He says. "I’m just drinking with my team." "LOL me too." I don’t send back anything. "You should come here, we’re at [hotel and room]." "Haha, okay, we’re at the same hotel :)" I xxxteens send back. I tell the rest of the people from my school that I’m going to go hang out with some friends from high school who are at this tournament too and slip out. As I left I could see that Mark was scowling at me. I guessed he knew why I was really leaving but didn’t care in the least. I went up to the room number he gave me. Will opened the door when I knocked. He smiled when he saw me. Probably just because he felt good about getting some later, but it could also have been because I’d changed out of my pretty conservative court-wear into a tank top and shorts. He introduced me to some of his other team members who were there, and I sat down and had a couple more drinks. After about half an hour, I was bored and ready to go somewhere with Will to fuck. I texted him "how long do you want to stay?" This, since we were in the same room, would hopefully come off as flirtatious. He responded "where do you want to go?" I sent back "your room." He sent back "2117, go and wait five minutes for me there." I did what he said, making another round of excuses to the people, then went down the hall to his room. I waited outside the door for longer than the five minutes he’d said, getting more and more irritated with him, but that went away when I saw him turn the corner. He opened the door with his key card and ushered me in. As soon as the door was closed he pushed me against it and started to make out with me. I gave in to the embrace, my heart starting to race. Within no time his dick was hard and pressing against my stomach. He started grabbing my tits underneath my shirt, then pulled my tank top off over my head. He took in my ample cleavage, then tore back into my neck and face. I felt his boner through his jeans, and immediately wanted it out of his jeans where I could see it. We walked over to the bed closest to the door and sat down on the edge. I started to take Will’s shirt off, then after that started fumbling at this jeans. He quickly said "wait for a second" and stood up. He grabbed a paper coaster and ran outside, then back in. He told me it was the sign he had with his roommates when they were traveling for when one of them had a girl. "Do you get girls a lot?" I teased. "Well yeah, sometimes." I started to push him back onto the bed so he was lying on his back. I straddled his hips and rubbed myself against his bulge. I leaned down and let his cock spring out from his jeans. He was six inches, maybe a little more, with average girth. I sat straight up again and stroked him gently, the motion making my right tit bounce in my bra. "Do you get girls that are hotter than me?" I asked. He said no, laughing. I took my bra off and leaned over to make out with him some more, resting my massive tits against his chest. After a few minutes I whispered into his ear. "Do you want to come?" He nodded. "I want to come all over your tits," he said. I turned him so his legs hung off the edge of the bed, pulled down his pants and underwear and started to suck him off. I’d given many blowjobs in my life (my first was when I was 13 and dated a guy in high school, he came in my mouth almost immediately without warning after daring me to suck him off. It was not a great experience) so I had a pretty refined technique. I swirled my tongue around his tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, occasionally deep throated him for a few seconds at a time, and made sure to hold his fucking teenagers base and fondle his balls. "You’re going to make me come," he said. I took a break to say, "just warn me first." Maybe thirty seconds later I heard him gasp out "cumming." I took my mouth off of his cock and continued to jerk him off as his thick white cum splattered all over my neck, face, and chest, then slowed to a sputter that coated the tops of my breasts. I really hadn’t expected so much cum. He pulled me up and started to kiss me, but I pulled away to get a towel from the bathroom. After it looked like I’d gotten most of it, I came back in to find that Will had taken the rest of his clothes off all the way. We made out for a little bit as he took off my shorts and panties, then he laid me back on the bed and ate me out. I came once and was starting to get back into the oral when he stood up on his knees. I could see his erection sticking straight out. I enveloped him in my arms and legs as he began to fuck me. I came again after only a few minutes, digging my nails into his back. He flipped me over and fucked me while I was on my hands and knees. This position isn’t usually comfortable for well-endowed girls, even if you’re enjoying being fucked. I was just about to tell Will to lay down so I could ride him when he grunted out "where should I come?" I responded that he should pull out and within seconds I heard him groan and felt his cum land on my back up to my shoulder blades in streams. I was still pretty turned on, but Will said he didn’t know when his roommates would be back so I had to leave. I assented, but not before letting him quickly finger me to another orgasm. I put my shirt and bra right over his drying cum and sauntered back to my room. The next day, between the third and fourth rounds, I got a text from Will that said "come to the fifth floor men’s bathroom in five minutes :)" I knew the fifth floor was practically empty and had single user bathrooms, so I rushed to meet him. Almost without saying a word after I saw him and locked the door I dropped to my knees and began to blow him against the sink. I also unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my tits out to flop on top of my bra. I also told him I was going to swallow (court clothes!) so he should just feel free to come. It was barely a couple minutes before I tasted something salty and realized he was cumming. I sealed my lips around his tip and sucked down all his jizz. He wanted to finger me but I reminded him we didn’t have time. I put my boobs back in my shirt and left with a kiss. I wouldn’t talk to him again after that. 1G0SdHW KartikMedico 1Fk4Dpq 1Fk4Dpq