So, it's Super Bowl weekend. I must be the only person I know who's always a little down when it's time for the Super Bowl. No, not because it means the end of football season for another seven months. The Super Bowl always reminds me of a very sad occasion.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the first time I fucked Elizabeth, which turned out to be a pretty major event in my life because of all the changes that set in motion. And exactly ten years ago, Super Bowl weekend was the very last time I fucked her. It was a few weeks later that it ended forever, but that was the last time I was with her and I thought I was happy about it.

I'll give you the capsule summary of our relationship from where I last left off. After I fucked her for the first time, I wound up screwing her almost every night for the rest of the summer. Then she went home to start her senior year of high school, and I packed up all my stuff and moved to Sin City with Christine (we got apartments about five minutes apart, we weren't ready to move in together) to begin graduate school. And that, I thought, was that.

Well, we kept in touch - phone calls and letters (this being back in the day before email and IMs were common), and a month or two later I wound up going up for the weekend to visit her (she lived about a seven-hour drive away). So I went up there and we had a fantastic weekend, screwing each others' brains out at every opportunity. I agreed to come back in a few weeks to be her date to her homecoming dance.

Meanwhile, things were going south with Christine and I in a hurry. Basically we just weren't ready to move so far away from everyone and everything we knew together, and once I realized I would rather be with Elizabeth it wasn't long until we broke up (though she didn't know about Elizabeth, of course).

So once Christine and I were over, Elizabeth and I officially started dating openly, and everything was bliss for about six months. I was so utterly, completely, head-over-heels stupid in love with her that I impulsively asked her to marry me, and she said yes. (Yeah, I know. The whole notion was insane. Most of our relationship, in retrospect, was insane.)

So things were fine until late winter/early spring or so. Even though I was up there for a long weekend about every other weekend (ah, is there anything slacker than being a grad student?), only having her boyfriend around about 1/3 of the time was starting to wear on her. Unbeknownst to me, she started getting interested in this other dude who has switched into her math class at the start of the new semester.

I was mostly unaware of all this, though I did realize that things weren't going as well as they should be. Over the course of a couple of months I was worried that she was talking about this guy so much, though she swore they were "just friends".

It also happened that when I was up there, we started spending a lot more time with Elizabeth's best friend, Kate. Kate was a goddess. I think that - perhaps subconsciously, perhaps consciously - Elizabeth was throwing me and Kate together, hoping that I would cheat on her (Kate was pretty much a slut) and she'd have an excuse to break things off with me.

(And unbeknownst to Elizabeth, it worked - Kate and I did wind up having an absolutely scorching affair for a few months, but neither Kate nor I ever let on to it - as far as I know, to this day Elizabeth never knew about it).

Anyway, towards the end of the school year, Elizabeth breaks things off with me with some bullshit reason so she can go to her senior prom with this guy. A week later, she calls me in tears, and begs me to take her back. I've been insanely miserable without her, so of course I jump at it. Much much later I found out the true story - during that week Elizabeth and this dude skipped school together one day, and gone to Elizabeth's house for the day. Elizabeth had tried to fuck him, but apparently he couldn't get it up (he was a virgin). And that was pretty much the end of him, and she came running back to me.

So we're together over the summer, and things are pretty good. Then she goes off to school and we sort-of break up shortly thereafter. Naturally she didn't have the decency to really break things off with me, she gave me the "I think we shouldn't see each other so much for a few months, but not date anyone else, I just need to concentrate on school" business. Fine, whatever. I'm still crazy in love with her, but this shit is getting pretty old. So I start building myself a social life in Sin City (I'd been there a year and didn't have any friends at this point), and that's actually when I started seeing Vicki (who would later become my first wife).

I went up to see Elizabeth at school a couple of times during the fall. Supposedly she wasn't seeing anyone else, but I suspected that was bullshit (and suprise! It was.) She was drinking a LOT and apparently spending almost every night as a fraternity groupie. The whole thing was really pretty pathetic and sad, actually. She also put on 15 or 20 pounds from all the drinking, but I thought she was still gorgeous.

One night in mid-January, Vicki and I are asleep in my bed when the phone rings. Turns out it's Kate, who drunkenly informs me that she just fucked Elizabeth, and it was awesome. (Kate's bi, but Elizabeth had never indicated any interest in any of that.) Heart in my throat, I got her to put Elizabeth on the phone so I could make sure she was okay. She did, and Elizabeth told me she was fine. I told her that I would call her tomorrow to make sure she was all right. I don't think I slept any more that night.

(It would be a couple of years later before I got the full story from Kate - what actually happened wasn't just that she and Elizabeth fucked, but they'd actually had a threesome with Elizabeth's old boyfriend from high school - the guy she dated for a couple of years before she got involved with me. Elizabeth made Kate call me to tell me they were in bed together while they'd sent him out to go get more condoms. I tell you, she was one evil bitch.)

So I called Elizabeth the next day to make sure she was okay. She said she was, things had just gotten weird, and it was a one-time thing. Since she was okay, I told myself that enough was enough. So I told Elizabeth, "Fine, I'm glad you're okay. Now that you've had sex with someone else, I should go ahead and tell you that I've been sleeping with Vicki for a couple of months now. You can call me if you want, but don't be surprised if she answers the phone from now on." That shut her up pretty good. She'd "sort-of" been seeing this guy, Will, who lived in the same dorm as her (but they'd never had sex, according to Elizabeth - that was almost certainly bullshit too), but now that she was having sex with someone else - even if it was Kate - I was out of there.

The next day, Elizabeth calls me. She really wanted to see me, she said - could I come up and spend this weekend with her? Like a dumbass, I agreed - I may have had about enough of Elizabeth's bullshit, but I was still a complete slave to her pussy. When she crooked her finger, I still came running.

So I concocted some bullshit story for Vicki, and hopped in my car on Friday afternoon and drove up to see Elizabeth. (Her "sort-of" boyfriend, Will, was off doing an internship in another state for a couple of months.) Six hours later, I got up there. I found a place to park, and went up to her dorm, and she buzzed me in.

She let me into her room, and welcomed me with a hug. That quickly turned into a hot wet kiss. She guided me to her bed (she was on the lower bunk, her roommate had the upper, but she was never there). Without losing any time, her hands went to my belt, and in just a few moments I was lying back in her bed with her hot little mouth wrapped around my cock. She sucked me for a few minutes, while she pulled off my pants and pushed my shirt up, signalling me to take it off. Then I helped her out of her own shirt and took off her bra, then she took off her own jeans and panties (I noticed she was wearing a bra and panties that I'd given her as a graduation present the previous June).

Then she mounted me and started to fuck me. One benefit of being in that lower bunk was that there was a bar running across the bottom of the upper bunk that was positioned just right so she could grab it and use it for leverage while she rode me - she fucked me HARD, with a glint in her eye that I didn't recognize. Passion? Anger? Jealousy? Probably all the above - all I knew is that she was fucking me and fucking me hard, and I was loving it.

After a while of this, I made her stop so I could put on a condom. That's what we'd usually do - we'd fuck bareback for a while, then when I felt my orgasm coming on we'd stop so I could put on a condom, and then we'd fuck until I came in it. It was a compromise that made us feel like we were being responsible about birth control, but in reality probably did little good. In any case, apparently I never did knock her up, so at least we got away with it. She got back on top of me, and grabbing my cock, impaled herself on it. She grabbed the frame of the bed over my head with both hands and started riding my cock, hard. Her long blonde curls brushed across my shoulders and her big tits rubbed across my chest as she fucked me, back and forth, in and out. I grabbed her ass, pulling her to me, urgently thrusting back into her as she rode me. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," she growled. "I want to feel you cum inside me. I want that big dick to cum in me."

It didn't take much of that to set me off, and with a frantic gasp I convulsed, filling the rubber with a huge load of cum, burying my face in her huge tits, before collapsing back on the bed, spent.

We lay there together on the bed and cuddled and nuzzled for a while, and everything seemed like it should be again. I could forget about Vicki, and Will, and all our problems. I had my Elizabeth back, and life seemed perfect. Before long, I mounted her, with her legs spread wide and her feet braced against that bar overhead, and I held on to the frame of the bed and gave her another hard fucking, this time with me in control. Her eyes closed, her face flushed, her breaths coming fast and shallow, she moaned and bit her lip as I pounded her hard with eight thick inches of passion-fueled cock, doing my best to give her the fucking of her young life before collapsing together, spent.

We slept that night in her bed, waking in the middle of the night for a long slow fuck, then sleeping in the next morning, waking before noon to fuck yet again. Then we got cleaned up and went to get something to eat and ran some errands in the afternoon - buying cigarettes, beer, and more condoms. We decided to get a hotel room for the next two nights, because there wasn't a lot of room in that dorm room bed for both of us.

So I got us a room, and we went up there to drink and smoke and hang out. I told her I wanted to take some nude photos of her. To my surprise, she willingly agreed. I still have the photos today. In the first one, she is lying back on the bed, wearing a peach camisole and her brand-new Mickey Mouse panties that she had very proudly shown me the night before. I have no idea why she was making such a big deal about these panties, but after our welcome-back fuck the night before, showing them to me was practically the first thing she wanted to do, so there was obviously some big significance to it for her (I mention this because these panties will have a crucial role in a future story that you'll hear about some day). In the next picture she's in the same spot, but now totally naked. Then I finished off the roll with her in various poses - lying on her back holding her tits, kneeling up as if she were riding my cock, laying on her side, on her knees with her ass facing me, looking back over her shoulder at me. To this day, I probably pull out those photos and look at them while I'm jacking off a couple of times a month.

Once I ran out of film, I tossed the camera aside, and spread Elizabeth's legs and went down on her. I've licked many a pussy in my day, but Elizabeth's was still my favorite. She tasted so good, and it turned me on so incredibly much to look up from between her thighs to see her chest heaving and her body squirming, hearing her gasp and moan, utterly powerless to resist the pleasure I was giving her with my tongue in her pussy. After I got her fully worked up, she demanded to be fucked, and I obliged her, mounting her and fucking her with abandon before finally cumming hard, burying my cock deep inside her whlie her tight little eighteen-year-old pussy held me in complete thrall.

After that, I suggested that I give her a bath. We'd never done that before, so I drew a bath and got her in, then I knelt outside and sensually washed her body from head to toe. I got her out and dried her off, caressing and touching her all over as I toweled her dry, and naturally that ended with us back on the bed, this time I knelt behind her as we fucked doggy style, our favorite position. I held her hips and drove into her madly, while she grasped the bedclothes and did her best to fuck me back, her velvet pussy milking my big dick, her pendulous tits banging together in time with our frantic thrusts, smack smack smack smack smack. After twenty minutes or so, she succeeding in coaxing yet another load of cum out of my cock, filling the condom that I hurriedly put on before she made me cum inside her unprotected pussy.

The rest of the night was a long hazy mix of beer, nicotine, and cum - before Sunday morning rolled around, we fucked two more times and finished off the rest of a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine. Eventually we got up and went to get some lunch, and then went back to the room. Naturally, since it was just me, her, and a lot of things to discuss that we didn't really want to talk about, we fucked instead. This time it was a long slow sensual fuck that followed a long leisurely session of 69-ing. After that we snuggled up like a couple of cats, intertwined with each other, watching TV and not discussing anything important.

Of course, I couldn't keep my hands off her for long. Snuggling leads to nuzzling, nuzzling leads to little kisses, little kisses become long intense kisses, caresses, fondling, touching, teasing, tempting, licking, pinching, tasting, fingering, fucking. She rode me with long slow strokes, gazing deep into my eyes as if we could fuck our problems away, as if with enough sex everything could be as it was. Despite everything that was wrong, this was so so right. As one we rolled over, and now I was fucking her into the bed, filling her, fulfilling her, merging together, point and counterpoint, riding the wave as long as we could until finally it breaks over us and she makes me cum yet again - I'm amazed that I have anything left in my balls but she's always had this power over me.

Fucked out, she falls asleep beside me in the bed. I vividly remember watching the Super Bowl with Elizabeth gently asleep beside me, curled up against me as if I could protect her from the world. She slept through almost the entire game (not that it was much of one - the 49ers beat the living shit out of the Chargers). Once she woke up, we went out to grab a quick bite, then came back to the room to eat while she did her homework for her classes on Monday.

That took her an hour or two. By this point, it's getting towards bedtime - tomorrow she has an early class, and I have to drive back to Sin City in time for my evening class there.

Homework done, bags packed and ready for the morning, we get ready for bed. Time for one last fuck before we go...

She's lying sprawled across the bed on her back, legs open, and I'm lying between her thighs, playing with her pretty pussy, teasing her clit, running my fingers around her lips, rubbing her and entering her with a finger, then two, then three. Her breath quickens and I work her pussy harder, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm. Withdrawing my fingers from her cunt, I realize they are covered with blood.

"Ummm, honey, I think your PMS is over..." I tell her, lifting my hand to show her.

"Oh, crap. Sorry about that." she tells me with a grimace.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," I answer. I go over to the sink to wash off the blood. "You know it doesn't bother me."

I get back on the bed. She rolls over on to her stomach, presenting her delectable ass to me.

"I want you to get behind me," she says.

She gets on her hands and knees, and I kneel behind her, hands on her soft round hips, guiding her back to me, the head of my erect cock sliding between her wet pussy lips, penetrating deep inside her again. We move together, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Our bodies know each other so well, working together perfectly, as if my cock and her cunt were created just for each other.

We pick up the tempo like a pair of ballroom dancers, anticipating each others every move and moving together to match it and maximize the ecstatic pleasure. We fuck, and fuck, and fuck. I bang her with every ounce of strength I have left in my well-worn hips and legs and back, and she fucks right back, thrusting herself into me, meeting my every stroke. The only sounds are our gasps and grunts, our moans, and the slap-slap-slapping of her enormous tits hanging from her chest and smacking into each other as our fucking moves her body back and forth, keeping time to our fucking like some sort of obscene pornographic metronome. We fuck like this for what seems like an eternity.

Finally, my exhausted balls answer the call one final time, and produce one more load of cum. This one is not going to get wasted however. I feel the tightening between my legs, and the surging in my loins, and the swelling in my already-hard cock. With a strangled gasp, I thrust powerfully into her one final time, desperately pulling her to me, penetrating as deep inside her pussy as I can muster. Then I explode inside her, cumming deep in her, leaving my cum inside her, marking her primevally as mine. The moments stretches on for an eternity until it ends, and we collapse together on the bed, exhausted and helpless, overcome with sex.

That was it. We went to sleep shortly thereafter and slept through the night, awakened by a wake-up call the next morning in time to shower and dress for me to drop her off at her morning class. From there I drove home. A month or so later we ended things for good, and I took a drastic action to make sure she would never pull me back into her tangled web of deceit and delight. Maybe I'll tell that story one day.

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