Hi, I’m Paul, and “life is good”. Like most graduates from the University of Florida, I’m a proud Gator and still love the large, diverse college life and community. Although I’m 44 years old, I keep myself fit and trim at the local health center and running on campus. Both activities allow me to casually check out the hot new coeds in the neighborhood near my office which keeps my blood pulsing if you know what I mean. I dress well and fortunately still have a full set of hair on my head with a sprinkling of gray, for that distinguished look.

Since graduating from the business school, I’ve been lucky and very successful as a real estate agent. While leveraging my contacts with college peers, professors and staff, I have built a first class reputation for finding the most prestigious and exclusive lodging in the Gainesville area and if necessary, beyond Alachua County. My 20 plus years of highly successful real estate transactions and stock investments have served me well in the current housing recession and I’m still living large.

I married my college sweetheart. With my success, I bought my wife the horse ranch she always wanted, half-way to Ocala, South of Gainesville. That’s Thoroughbred country and she has her studs and mares to keep her busy. All her social circles are from the Ocala area too. I make the obligatory appearances when required, but keep my private pursuits … discreet. My business and personal interests lie North in Gainesville. I usually spend most weekends and some week days at my condo, second home in Gator town, staying young and being young at heart. My wife knows I can put in long hours and that most private showings are on the weekends. She’s happy and I'm happy, ahhh marital bliss.
My current fetish is a sweet Gator gal named Hannah. This candy girl knows how to keep her sugar daddy very, very happy. She’s 19 years old, a tall 5’ 10” beauty with real dusty blond hair and bright-friendly brown eyes, slim build and waist, taunt, smooth, and slightly tanned skin, full curvy hips, and symmetrical firm C-cup breasts. Yes, all the reasons I adore hot young coeds -- legal, young, firm, succulent flesh with no wrinkles on their face or body, no cellulite on their asses or back of thighs, and so eager to learn about life. Yummy! We just tell people we meet that I’m her ‘uncle’.

I found her on myspace.com. The recent slow-down in business was a boon in chasing pussy time for me. How gratuitous. I spent more time playing on the computer than closing deals. After conducting extensive and exhaustive research into this new field of endeavor, I found the myspace site an immense joy for masturbatory relief. The coeds I met online were natural flirts and flashers.

Soon after setting up my account, I felt like a proverbial kid in the candy store. I joined Gator and UF coed type groups, all the while, reliving some of my most memorable college antics through them with their naughty confessions and wild video clips. On the premise of expanding my business online marketing, I set up my page on myspace with work related information. I also posted some personal tidbits to display my taste for the finer things including my BMW Z4 M Roadster, 24’ cabin cruiser, favored 5 star dining locations, custom clothing shops, and my wife’s horse ranch. I now have over 200 coeds that are linked as myspace friends.

During the beginning of Thanksgivings week 2007, Hannah was chatting online with me about being distraught about her boyfriend breaking up with her. I told her he was an idiot and offered to take her to the Florida vs Florida State game that weekend at the Swamp, i.e. Gator Country’s stadium. She accepted after I assured her that we wouldn’t be alone, but part of a group of friendly alumni in one of the booster lounges. It’s a perk that I leverage for being a generous prestigious alumnus.

After some initial discomfort in the presence of other graduates, she relaxed and flirted with everyone. The game was a blowout win for the Gators, ending 45-12, so by the forth quarter, everyone was getting goofy. One of the guys jokingly talked about the banana test he saw online. He had picked one out of the fruit bowl and was waving it around. Then one of the women said, “Well, let’s try it.” Taking the banana from him, she proceeded to deep throat that 7” natural dildo about two-thirds of the way. With everyone laughing and cheering, the banana was passed around to other willing women, some doing more and some less.

Finally it came to Hannah, and with a wink to me, tilted her head back, then easily slid that banana all the way in and closed her lips around the thin stem at the end. There was a silent pause of disbelief before everyone broke out into thunderous cheers and applause. The luxury boxes next to us didn’t know what was happening since the action on the field was boring at the moment. Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowing withdrew the fruit between her wet lips and then licked the end like a popsicle. “Wow, you’re talented,” I jested. She immediately replied, “You bet, I can suck the football through the straw.” I was speechless. All I knew was that we needed to go somewhere else more comfortable.

After a few quick good-byes, I escorted her back to my condo. She flirted with me on the way, rubbing her hands up and down my thigh. “What do you have in mind, Uncle Paul?” All I could think of saying without passing out for loss of blood to the brain was, “Let’s just see what comes up. I’d really like to see you suck the football through the straw.” We hardly made it through the door, before the clothes went flying off. Sitting me down into the edge of the couch and pushing me back, she kneeled in front and treated me to a half hour of the most exquisite deep throat I ever experienced.

First she fondled my 8” boner with gentle fingers and lightly raked her nails across my balls. Then gripping more firmly, stoked me with one hand while massaging my nuts with the other. She leaned over and with her probing tongue, bathed my sensitive groin all over and occasionally blew lightly to send chills over my aching flesh. Making a nice puffy O with her lips, she sucked me slowly into her warm wet mouth.

Then Hannah proceeded to alternately suck, stroke and slide my cock along her moist cheek and tongue. “Oh, baby, don’t stop, your sugar daddy is going to take care of you.” It was the best I could propose under the circumstances and it seemed to work. She started to pick up the pace with her lips and hands. I could feel the bulbous spongy head of my cock start to tap the firm hot flesh in the back of her throat. She almost had me rooted and my balls were tightening up. “Almost there baby. You feel soooo good. Take it all, it’s all for you. Ahhh uhhg.” I cooed.

All of the sudden she pressed down harder on me and the most indescribably delicious feeling surrounded the top half of my cock as it slid past her gullet and into her esophagus. Hot, tight, wet, gripping were just the start of the dizzying feeling. I instinctive grabbed the back of her head and held her there, not wanting the sensation to go away. “Oh my gawwwwd!” I yelled as the cum burst out of me and down her throat. She gently pushed me back to take the subsequent shots of cum into her mouth while slowly stroking my pulsing love tool. Spent, I released her hair and fell back into the couch. “Oh my gawd,” I repeated. With a big ole grin I watched her swallow the rest of my offering and wag her empty tongue at me.

Needless to say, we would come to a sugar daddy arrangement. At the end of the fall semester, I had arranged for her to move out of her dorm and into her own furnished one-bedroom apartment. Being a more reclusive one further from campus, I also leased a bright yellow Jetta for her to get around. I told her she could start with a $1000 a month stipend through a bank debit MasterCard account for miscellaneous expenses, such as nice and elegant clothes and things to keep her looking upscale, not trashy. I bought her an 80GB iPod Classic for Christmas and diamond studded ear-rings for Valentine’s Day. We came to understand that after her studies, she was free to shop at Malls, Spas and Boutiques, but needed to be readily available to me. Damn, life is good.

Perhaps I will write again and tell you about our travels together. Weekends are for lovers you know and there nothing like cruising down the highways or by-ways in my topless Z4, while double clutching 6 on the floor and getting deep throated by Hannah, my angel.