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Samantha and I met like many couples in college - in the dorm. She was a hot half Venezuelan/half Spanish chick with an accent that drove me wild. The first couple nights after we met and hooked up we both agreed not to go past second base. We'd both just come out of a string of "hook up" relationships and didn't want to move things too fast.

Well, sometimes hormones make the decisions for you. On Valentine's Day a few days after we started dating Samantha and I stayed up all night talking and making out. We eventually worked ourselves up into a frenzy and ended up fucking.

We dated for a few weeks and fucked regularly. She was always really horny on Sundays so I made sure to save up all my energy for those days. She'd take off all of her clothes and pull her panties aside, and ream herself with a dildo until she was ready for my hard cock.

It was shortly after that we started getting careless. One day we were on the floor naked and staring into each other's eyes. Then to both of our surprise, it just slipped in. We started fucking. When I got close I told her so and she said "quick, pull out!" which I did, spraying my cum all over our stomachs. From then on it was bareback or nothing. I'd always fuck her and pull out, but right before the moment f climax I'd kind of tell her that I wanted to cum in her. She'd always say no, so I pulled out.

Like my previous relationships though, mine with Samantha just didn't work out. For so many reasons - mostly we were just moving emotionally and physically too fast, not taking time to figure out what we had in common, which was very little. I was a motivated careerist, looking for the same, and in spite of all her talents her greatest ambition was to become a housewife.

The intensity of our physical relationship made it difficult to break it off. Every time I would try to bring up the subject she would try to seduce me. One time she even stalked me, and locked me in her room! That was too much. I told her that she was a great girl, but it just wasn't the right time for me. I guess that was the breaking point for her and she left crying.

A few weeks later I found out she went back to one of her old boyfriends, a mutual friend who she'd been with before she met me, and a guy who was just head over heels for her. I was happy for both of them, at the very least because it meant she wouldn't be stalking me. But I still fantasized about our sex life and how close I had gotten to cumming in her.

I had graduated but was still living in the dorms, tying up loose ends before I moved out of town to start an office job. I'd been dating another girl, Darlene, who was an awesome fuck, and had a great apartment for us to do it in. But it was only a couple days before I had to leave. Samantha knew this because we'd been seeing each other in the hallways; she said, make sure we hang out one last time before you go.

Two nights before I was set to go, I had had a hell of a day. I'd done a lot of paperwork, finished packing, smoked up some with a friend and fucked Darlene's brains out. I came back to the dorms to find Samantha outside and I called over to her.

"Hey Samantha!"

"Hey Aaron. I wondered if I might see you."

"Yeah, it's been a hectic day. You want to get something to drink?"

"Sure."

We went down to the store and bought a couple of big sports drinks (not alcohol - it was way too hot to be drinking that outside). We sat on some benches by the road and caught up. I was still a little high, and I could tell she must have gotten high, too, because pretty soon she was resting her head on my shoulder and rubbing my arm.

"Her boyfriend could be right upstairs!" I thought. He lived in the same dorm. Oddly, that turned me on even more - the idea of such a big risk. I turned her face to me and we started to make out. Pretty soon it was getting to be too much so I asked her: "Can we go to your room?"

"No, Scott might be coming by. We need to find somewhere else."

"My bed is completely packed up," I said. "But I know somewhere else."

We went up to the fourteenth floor and climbed out onto the roof, where nobody goes. It was a beautiful night and you could see the river, all the city lights and buildings around us. But we weren't paying attention to that. I pulled her skirt up and quickly tore off her panties. She wouldn't even let me go down on her.

"Put it in me!"

"Okay." I said and slammed in. We fucked for a few minutes but the roof was covered in rocks, which were scraping my knees and her back.

"Fuck!" she said. "We have to go to my room."

She grabbed me and her panties and we must have bolted to her room. Suddenly we were fucking again.

"Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me fuck me! Your cock is so hard"

I decided to take it a little bit slower, but my cock was hearing nothing of it!

"I'm getting really close Samantha. Oooh you've got me so close."

"Cum in me Aaron."

"What?"

"Cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum spilling inside of me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

I grunted as a squeezed a huge stream of cum inside of her. That seemed to throw her over the edge, and she writhed all over her bed, getting even more cum out of my cock.

"Oh my god, that was so good."

She rolled over and we both almost immediately passed out. But a few hours later I was hard again, and she was on top of me, raping me awake.

"Cum in me again, Aaron. I want your cum again!"

I fucked her like crazy. Hearing those words turned me on so much, but I let her cum a little bit first and then sprayed another load all over her insides.

I asked her afterwards why she had let me cum in her.

"I don't know, you'd asked me to so many times, I just wanted to do it. Plus, it turned me on."

I gave her a kiss and we drifted off to sleep. Somewhere towards the morning we both woke up and she realized that her current boyfriend had a key and could stop by anytime, so I was quickly sent on my way. It turned me on to think that my cum was still in her.

A few weeks later I was in another city, settled into my new job. On my birthday I got a call from Samantha. I was sitting at my desk and picked up the phone, hearing her lovely accent.

"Hey Aaron, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday."

"Well, thanks Samantha. That's so sweet."

Then she just broke down crying. I tried to console her and ask her what was wrong. She said everything was okay, she just missed me and missed our relationship. I said I missed it too, but it wouldn't work out, reminding her that she had a great boyfriend who loved her. She calmed down and we said our goodbyes. It wasn't until later that it occurred to me what the situation could have been - being an obsessive ex-girlfriend she might have been trying to get me to impregnate her so that I would have a reason to stay with her. I can only thank my own misguided sperm, or her for aborting it, that I don't have a child with her today! But she did manage to make me bareback for life.