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 Built for speed.  That's how I would describe Kris.  She stood about 5'7"
tall, had long, gorgeous legs and had surprisingly nice curves built onto
her slender frame.  She was thinner than I am typically attracted to--she
had almost no breasts to speak of--but there was something that drew me to
her on a primal level.

   Kris was a friend of a friend, as the saying goes.  I met her when she
visited my friend, Patty, one weekend during the summer between our Junior
and Senior years at college.  Patty and I got together often that summer
because we lived only two blocks apart and neither one of us had many other
friends who had stayed around for the summer.  Kris and Patty knew each
other from high school, but oddly enough I had never met her before even
though I had known Patty since freshman year.

   I caught up with them at Pat's Pub, my favorite bar.  It was my favorite
not only because of the bar itself, but also because it was only 4 blocks
from my apartment (2 blocks from Patty's).  When I arrived the girls
already had a booth, and Patty's friends, Elaine and Jenny, with whom she
had lived in the dorm, were with them.

   As fate would have it the only empty seat in the booth was next to Kris.
She was wearing a loose fitting white blouse and a black skirt.  She had
electric blue eyes and black hair that was so short it was spiky.  As I
said, she wasn't really my type, but I just couldn't keep my eyes off of
her.  We sat around making chit chat, for a while.  "What's your major? 
Where are you working this summer?  Blah, blah, blah." When Kris went to
the bathroom I pulled Patty aside and asked about Kris.  She said that she
had a boyfriend at home but that their relationship was on the rocks.

   A short time later the conversation suddenly got very interesting.  Out
of the blue Patty claimed/bragged that she had never had a boyfriend who
could keep up with her sexually.  She said her last boyfriend had a big
dick but could only ever do it once or maybe twice a night and that almost
always left her unsatisfied.  Then they all chimed in with their opinions
about that.  This topic, and the way they all dove into it stunned me so I
just sat quietly and listened.  It was fascinating.  Guys never talk about
shit like that.  Never.

   For her part, Elaine really enjoyed giving head and apparently always
swallowed.  She said she'd rather do 69 than have intercourse, for which
Jenny accused her of being insane, though she said she enjoyed giving and
receiving oral too.  On and on it went.  Kris didn't contribute much to
this topic, but I could have sworn I caught her eyeing me a couple of
times.

   Then Patty suggested we go dancing and the other girls all went wild at
the idea.  I like to dance, but I hated only dance club in that town.  It
was a meat market that was always stuffed full of drunk-ass frat boys who
thought they owned the place.  I kept my opinion to myself though, and soon
we were all sitting in a booth much the same as we had been, but now we
were in a super loud barn of a bar twenty feet away from a gratuitously lit
dance floor.

   Patty asked me to dance, and I obliged her for three songs.  Apparently
I made an impression because on our way back to the booth Elaine grabbed me
a dragged me back out onto the floor.  I had always found Elaine very
attractive and now after having listened that blowjob conversation my mind
was running.  So much so that I had to beg off for a drink after two songs
because I was getting a hard on watching her dance and visualizing her lips
around my manhood.  As I drank my beer I tried to figure out how I could
get Elaine to show me her skills later.  Then the night went in a different
direction.

   Kris asked me to dance.  I didn't think too much of it, but as we
cavorted around the dance floor I forgot all about Elaine.  Kris moved with
the grace of somebody who is really comfortable in her body, and she was
definitely sending me a message.  At one point she kicked her leg way up
high and pulled me to her so her ankle landed on my shoulder.  I looked at
her, amazed, and she gave me the most smolderingly hot look I've ever seen.
After that we weren't long for that club.  I gave Patty some money for our
tab and Kris and I bolted.

   In short order we were on the doorstep to my apartment.  As I fumbled in
the dark for the key I simultaneously felt Kris's tongue on the back of my
neck, her arms around my waist and hands on my package.  My heart was
pounding like a jungle drum.  She had my shorts unbuttoned and unzipped
before I could get the key in the slot, and it rattled around the doorknob,
scraping metal on metal.  Before I knew what was happening she had my cock
out of my pants right there on the patio.  She gasped upon feeling my
swollen member.

   "Ooo you're a big guy!" she said.

   I leaned forward and put my hands up on the door.  She whispered in my
ear, "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop," squeezing my rod on
the word `stop.'

   Forgetting about the door, I spun around and met her lips with mine, our
tongues intertwined rapidly.  She put her arms around my neck, wrapped her
right leg around my lower back and pulled me to her with more force than I
would have thought she could have generated with her petite body.  My hands
were on her ass as she ground her crotch against my naked manhood.  We both
moaned.  She reached beneath her skirt, pulled her underwear to the side,
and then jumped up, wrapping her other leg around me.

   "Give it to me!  Now!!" she demanded.

   My hands were under her ass and I lowered her down.  She closed her eyes
and bit her lip as my rod pressed into her box.  When I was a couple inches
into her she gasped and pleaded, "Go slow.  God you're so big!" I lifted
her up (she was as light as could be) until only the head of my cock was
inside her, then lowered her slowly back down.  I felt her juices oozing
onto my rod as I repeated this movement, each time entering her a little
bit more than the last and soon my full length was driving into her each
time I lowered her down.  She buried her head in my neck, nibbling my flesh
like a baby vampire.

   She clamped her calves around my ass and impaled herself on my full
length, grinding her hips against mine.  I gasped as she squeezed my cock
with her cunt muscles.  Every part of her was strong!  I stopped lifting
her and supported her just enough to keep her from falling.  I squeezed her
wonderfully firm ass in my hands and she continued to writhe on my cock.

   Suddenly I heard some very loud voices from up the street (a bunch of
drunk frat boys walking up the sidewalk from the sound of them).  Realizing
it was time to take this party inside I was ecstatic to find the key ring
around my finger.  I turned around and engaged in my second round of Put
the Key in the Door.  Kris heard the guys approaching as well, but she
decided to have some fun with me.  She really clamped down on my cock with
the walls of her pussy as I fumbled with the key again.  "Aaah," I sighed
and almost dropped the keys.  I looked at her desperately and she gave me a
playful laugh.

   At last I triumphed over the door-key puzzle and shoved it open.  I
kissed Kris hard and stepped into the doorway, but I tripped over the
threshold as I did.  I righted myself before we fell, kicked the door shut
then proceeded down the hall to my bedroom.  Thank God my roommate, Larry,
wasn't home!

   At my desk I had an old fashioned office chair with a back but no arm
rests.  I slowly lowered us both down onto it.  Now that she could reach
the floor with her feet Kris started riding me like a crazed cowgirl.  She
moved her hips back & forth and up & down at the same time, squeezing my
cock with her sugar walls as she did.

   I tried to unbutton her blouse but only managed to free one button
because she was moving around so much.  Sensing my frustration she pulled
it off over her head and tossed it aside--she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her
nipples were rock hard and jutted straight out.  I played with her tiny
breasts some but mostly I just leaned back and enjoyed the ride.

   She was throwing her head all around as she thrashed about, but then
suddenly she grabbed my shoulders, stared into my eyes and exclaimed "OH...
GOD!!!" I felt all of her muscles contract simultaneously as her orgasm
struck.  Her eyes opened as wide as saucers, her mouth hung open, and she
remained frozen for several seconds (I started to wonder if she was having
a seizure or something).  Then she collapsed on top of me, with the muscles
of her pussy contracting sporadically like aftershocks from an earthquake.

   "Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!" she repeated as she tried to catch
her breath.  She kissed me deeply.  "That was incredible," she said, "It
was like your cock was speaking to my body."

   "It's got more to say," I replied.

   She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

   She dismounted my cock and stood up, still breathing pretty hard.  She
pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it.  Then she held her hand out to
me and helped me stand as well.

   "You're overdressed," she said.

   She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head.  She
fondled my chest and licked and sucked my nipples and then continued down
across my abdomen.  Then she helped me out of my shorts, kneeling down in
the process.  She took me in her mouth and began bobbing up and down on my
rod as I watched.  She worked my cock masterfully using just her mouth,
cupping and massaging my balls with one hand and squeezing my ass with the
other.  Then she withdrew from my cock from her mouth, looked up at me and
said, "I like tasting myself on you." She slurped my rod back into her
mouth and in shot order I heard myself gasp, "I'm gonna come." She kept at
it until I let loose several huge streams of cum into her mouth.  She
hummed "Mmmmmm" as she swallowed my load.

   Without a word she walked over to my bed, sat down and leaned back onto
her elbows.  Then she slowly raised her legs off of the floor and spread
them wide, wider, and then wider still.  She was incredibly flexible (I
learned later that she did yoga).  When she was done her legs were
completely split and pointing opposite one another.  I took a moment then
to appreciate her.  Her legs were long, lean and muscular and she held that
split seemingly effortlessly.  Her skin was tan (a tanning booth tan with
no tan lines) and really smooth.  Her pubic hair was left natural, but it
was trimmed neat like everything else about her.  Her stomach was
absolutely flat and her nipples were rigid atop her tiny boobs.

   She glared at me longingly and beckoned me to her with one finger.  I
knew what she wanted and I knew how to give it to her.  In no time I was on
my knees giving her all I had.  I French kissed her pussy lips while
flitting my tongue inside of her.  At this she started moaning and carrying
on, yelling "right there" (or something to that effect) when I hit on a
particularly good spot.  I moved upward and focused on her clit while
sliding my index finger inside her pussy at the same time.  I made the
"come hither" move with my finger looking for her g-spot and she went wild.


   "That's it!" she yelled.  "Yes.  Yes!  YES!"

   I moved my head rapidly from side to side, buffeting her clit with my
lips, and she started screaming and flailing her arms on the bed.  I kept
this up for several seconds until I sensed that she needed me to stop. 
Then I moved back down to her pussy lips and licked them slowly.

   "Oh, God," she panted.  "God.  Oh... my... God." She invoked the Lord at
least six or eight times more before she reached down and lifted my face.

   "What did you do?" she asked between heavy breaths.

   I just smiled.

   "I'm going to need some time before I can do anything else," she said.

   "You just lay down," I said.  "Leave the rest to me."

   She lowered her quivering legs and pulled them onto the bed as she
rolled onto her front.

   When I think back on this encounter, this is the moment that invariably
comes to mind, and for one simple reason: you could search the internet,
the porn industry, or Miami Beach during Spring Break and I guarantee you,
you would not come across a finer ass than the one Kris had.  Rising
sharply from her upper-thigh it was wonderfully curved, but trim and toned
with not an ounce of excess fat.  Her skin was flawless across the arc of
her bum through where it scooped into the concavity of small of her back. I
was absolutely flabbergasted by this spectacular sight.

   Slowly I reached up and lay one hand on it, and then the other.  It was
fabulously firm, giving just a little when I squeezed it.  I must have sat
there fondling her ass for quite a while because the next thing I knew I
heard Kris say, "you like?" She was looking back at me over her shoulder.

   "You have a spectacular ass, Kris."

   "Well, Big Boy, are you going to do anything more than just squeeze it?"

   I climbed onto the bed, managing to straddle her legs without taking my
hands off her ass.  I guided my cock in between her thighs (which didn't
come close to touching each other) and entered her all the way at once,
causing her to gasp.  She was sopping wet but still magnificently tight.  I
sat up and began rocking my hips in a slow rhythm.  I fucked her leisurely
while working my hands over her ass and hips to her waist and back, over
and over.  She had the most divine dimples of Venus and I put my thumbs on
them and curled my fingers around her waist.  I could have stayed like this
all night, it was bliss.  She was moaning consistently and asked me to
speed up several times which I resisted (a little torment never killed
anybody).  Eventually I relented and sped up my pace (but not too much--I
wanted this to last as long as possible).  Finally she said she couldn't
take it any longer and asked to get on top.

   I lay down on my back and she climbed on top.  She impaled herself on my
rod and went right after it, gyrating her hips and moving up and down
rapidly.  At the same time she began fingering her clit furiously. 
Suddenly she shut her eyes tight, clenched her teeth and let out the most
violent sounding moaning scream I've ever heard.  At the same time her
pussy absolutely clamped down on my cock, which brought forth my own orgasm
in short order.  She collapsed onto me and I continued thrusting into her
in synch with the contractions of my climax.  We lay like that for a long
time and eventually fell asleep.

   "Oh crap!" was the sound I woke to.  Kris was standing in the middle of
my room looking at my desk.

   "What?"

   "I have to go."

   "Now?"

   "No, but soon.  I still have to drive home."

   "You're not staying at Patty's?"

   "No."

   "Do you want to stay here?"

   "You're sweet, but I can't," she said.  "I *do* want you one more time
before I leave though," she said with a devilish smile.

   "How do you want it?" I asked as I stood up.

   "Hard."

   I took her by the shoulders, turned her around and bent her over so her
hands were on my office chair.  She pushed it aside and assumed what I
later learned was called "the wolf position," bending over at the waist and
putting her hands to the floor while keeping her legs and back straight and
leaning her weight forward just a little to give her leverage to push back.


   I grabbed her by the hips and gave her what she wanted, laying into her
with everything I had, just flat out pounding her over and over and over.
Normally I like to change things up and switch positions at least once or
twice, but she was having none of that.

   "That's it, give it to me!" she said, more than once.

   I really slammed her and even smacked her ass a few times, which seemed
to just up the ante.

   "Don't--Stop!" she demanded.

   Her body was real work of art and to see it in high performance like
this was impressive.  Her skin glistened with sweat and, bent over as she
was, all the muscles from her shoulders through her back were working: it
was a beautiful thing.  She held that position for a very long time and
pushed back to meet my every thrust, which I now realize took tremendous
strength.  She really tested my endurance, but all in all I did myself
proud noting later that she never felt the need to tell me to give it to
her harder.

   I reached around her slender waist and worked her clit while keeping a
good grip on her hip with the other hand.  Not long after I started that
she let loose a high pitched squeal when she came.  That did nothing to
allay her intensity, however.

   "Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!" she groaned, deeply.

   I grabbed her hips with both hands again and made my final push.  Her
juices were running down my thighs.  I smacked her ass again.

   "Do it again," she urged.

   There was a red hand print on her right cheek already, but I aim to
please so I raised my hand and slowly and deliberately let her have it
three more times.  She came again and her cries of pain/ecstasy pushed me
over the edge.  I exploded into her, thrusting violently with each pulsing
contraction, driving as deeply into her as humanly possible.

   We wound down in that position for a long time with me grinding my hips
into her and her thrusting back onto me, gradually decreasing our pace and
intensity.  Finally I slipped out of her.  She moaned and slowly collapsed
onto the floor.  I did the same, spooning her, and put my arm over her. 
She reached up and held it there.

   We lay like that for a while longer, but eventually Kris said she had to
go.  After that amazing session I thought for sure we would see each other
again, but I was mistaken.  After she didn't return my phone calls for two
weeks I consulted with Patty, and she told me that Kris and her boyfriend
had patched things up and were still together.  I was incredulous.

   "I don't understand.  I thought we had a fantastic time together," I
said.

   "Oh, she said she had a great time."

   "Then?"

   Patty took pity on me.  "I'm not supposed to tell you this," she said
"but Kris told me that she couldn't see you again because she still loves
her boyfriend, and she couldn't do that to him again--regardless of how
many times you made her come."

   I stared at her through a puzzled expression as I tried to take that in.


   "She said that?"

   "Yeah, she did."

   "Huh," I said.

   Patty shifted around a little nervously.

   "So, uh, Big Boy.  I was wondering...  What are you doing tonight?"