("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Chrissy's Little Tale by Chrissy (karen@karenkayonline.com) *** My first encounter going out on a date with a black man. (MF, exh, orgy, intr, rom) *** Recently I had an experience that made me think about who I am and how I got here. I was lying in bed, curled up with a gorgeous stud. We had met at a bar, hit it off and spent the entire night in one almost continuous fuck session. He was unbelievable, staying hard forever, and getting back in just minutes. He used all of my holes, and filled every one of them with his cum. We fell asleep, exhausted, still wrapped together. I woke him up with a blowjob, then for an hour he pounded the hell out of me. We were both completely satisfied. Later, as we lay entwined, talking, he commented how good I made him feel. He said very few girls, and he had experienced many, would suck him off. None of them, he said, would do any ass fucking. He knew I was engaged and asked if I had a sister he could meet. I laughed, but then he asked how I could be so much fun, and a great fuck. I had to admit to myself that I was a great fuck, a sexual machine once I got started. I seemed to never wear out, and I certainly had no limits. Guys learned quickly I would do anything they wanted. Sometimes I do wonder how I got here, and if I'm wrong for it. I guessed I realized early that I was different. When I was just a young teenager I used to sneak my older brother's Playboy magazine .I would look at the pictures of men and women together, and I would get all tingly inside and moist between my legs. Soon I was looking at the pictures and playing with myself. I came from a very strict family and I was considered a very smart girl, not a bad girl. I wanted a boyfriend who would do to me what I saw in the pictures. When I was 16 I had a boyfriend who was a very experienced 24. We dated for almost two yeas, but we only fucked twice. We were both worried about me getting pregnant, and he would not use a condom. Very early though he introduced me to cocksucking. EVERY TIME we went out I gave him at least one blowjob. I once estimated I gave him over 250 blowjobs, and I loved every one of them. I looked forward to it as much as he did. I knew how much it pleased him, and I learned at the young age of 16 how much I liked pleasing a man. Sucking him also turned me on, and still does. For me sucking a cock is like foreplay for me, it gets me ready. I guess I really am different. I even had ideas about my wildness. I kept wishing he would do things to me, lead me to some sexual fantasies. I knew I would never tell Joe no, no matter what the request. I still don't say no. Once I am with a man I am his sexual toy. He has complete control, and I love it when a man uses that power. Unfortunate Joe didn't he was just content to get blowjobs from his willing girlfriend. I however, wanted more and found it with the next man I met, Bobby, and we quickly became engaged and living together. We were going to settle down have a family etc, and I tried to be the perfect wife. Bobby still wanted to experiment and try different things. He enjoyed posing me in sexy lingerie and taking photos of me, and since it was just the two of us, it turned me on also. Once he had me wear a very short skirt to a party so he could show me off. Before I got out of the car though he convinced me to take off my pantyhose. I went in wearing this short skirt, and no panties. I was scared, but moist, so I knew I was also excited, and the sex was even better than usual when we got home. Bobby started to pressure me about group sex. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. I didn't say no, but I tried to discourage him. The idea interested me, but it just didn't seem normal or right. One night though Bobby and a friend set me up. We were drinking and I agreed to try sex with the two of them The sex was great, better than I had ever had. Afterwards though I freaked out. I thought I had done something terrible .It was something I made clear to Bobby that I never wanted to do again. A few months later we were out partying with Bobby's friend Tommy. It was a hot night, and when we got home I wanted a bath. Bobby passed out in the living room leaving Tommy all by himself. I asked him to get me a drink, and he was a little nervous to come in... I was completely covered in bubbles and asked him to sit on the side of the tub. We talked, still drinking, and pretty soon I was comfortable enough that I didn't care what he saw. I sat up and asked him to do my back. When I sat back down he put his hands in the water and slowly ran his hand along my leg. I was getting just a little warm from the water, drinks and his hand. He offered to dry me off and gently helped me out of the tub. He ran the towel across my body, slowly, and I was getting very turned on. When he went to do my back, I leaned forward on the sink, sticking my ass out. His hands were all over my ass, rubbing, and I was moaning. His hand moved to my cunt lips and I just soaked. He slowly began to finger fuck me and I began to thrust back to meet his thrust. I was leaning over the sink, ass in the air three of Tommy's fingers in my cunt, me fucking back on his fingers when Bobby walked in. Tommy was horrified, but I just wanted to cum. I begged Tommy to put his fingers back in and I heard Bobby tell him it was ok. Tommy soon had me reaching a tremendous explosion. They carried me to the bed, and for hours fucked me in everyway I had ever dreamed of. Afterwards, I wasn't sure if what I had done was ok. I felt a little better, as I had initiated it, but I was still unsure. I still thought of what I had done as being wrong and dirty. It would take Billy to change that. Billy was another of Bobby's close friends and a bartender where we hung out. We headed back to our house after hours and as usual, Bobby had too much to drink He went to lie down while Billy and I continued to drink while sitting on the couch. He knew I had the hots for him, and I just gave him that look. He reached forward to kiss me, I melted. His hands were all over me and I wanted him so badly. He told me to stand up and take off my clothes. He ran his hand along my cunt and felt how wet I was. I couldn't help myself as I said, "Please give it to me." He pulled his clothes off and he had a beautiful cock, bigger than Bobby's with a huge head. I fell between his legs and began to suck, but he wanted to fuck. He pushed me on the floor, and for the first time my legs spread wide open like they had a mind of their own. Billy wasted no time entering me and I came as soon as I felt the head of his cock in my cunt. He put my legs up on his shoulders, still my favorite position, and drove his cock into my waiting cunt. We were grunting, screaming, and sweating like a couple of animals in heat. His tongue was in my mouth and my hands were all over his ass. When he grunted he was cumming I just screamed, "Give it to me." He buried himself as deep inside of me as he could and emptied a huge load of cum inside of me. It was the first time I had actually felt the cum splattering the walls of my cunt. I exploded again. We lay there, his cock still inside of me until he was hard again. Another fucking, another load of cum, then Bobby woke up. He joined us, and they took turns with me all night long, after that I realized I was hooked. One man would never do it for me. I needed lots of cock. I began to realize how much I enjoyed the sex, the adventure, the naughtiness of it all. I became very comfortable with the idea that my body was made for sex. I stopped saying no, and began to spread my legs whenever I wanted to. Billy became a steady 3 some and even many times just the two of us. One night, for Billy's birthday, Bobby gave me to Billy for the night as a birthday gift. There were just a few raised eyebrows when Billy dropped me off at work the next morning. I have had many, many adventures but the excitement never slows down. I guess some of that comes from fear, fear of myself and fear of being caught. No one in my family or at work knows of my wild side. I know many people would condemn me if they found out, even though I am hurting no one and enjoying myself. Which brings me to the other fear, of myself. I'm afraid sometimes that I am going to do something stupid and it is all going to blow up in my face. Sometimes I can't control myself. If I am with someone I want I will do anything, anytime, anywhere, and that is no exaggeration. Put me in a sexual situation, like a wild party, and I have no limits. I will try anything and more than once. One thing I have learned though, and become comfortable with, is how much I enjoy pleasing men. I have fulfilled many a man's fantasies. I haven't always enjoyed their fantasies, but I always make sure they do. Sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised, like my first time with a woman. Billy wanted to do a 3 some with another woman, and watch the two of us. I wasn't thrilled with the idea but I wouldn't tell him no and agreed to try it. I was surprised how much fun another woman can be. How we know each other's bodies, understand the same things, and how we became friends. I always feel that if my guy of the moment has fun, I have done good. Is that so wrong? I still have my share of fantasies and would love to make them come true. For one, I would love to get away, with some beautiful young stud [In late 30's], to some island beach resort. A place where I could let everything go and not worry about being caught. Staying half naked and drunk the whole time. Having sex whenever I feel like it, and enjoying sun, sex, beach, sex, clubs, sex, oh well you get the idea. Then I have another strong desire that may be possible, but I would give anything to try. I would love to be the center of attention of a group of pro athletes, after a game. The idea of a pack of horny athletes, the adrenaline still pimping from their game, drives me wild. The stamina the pro athlete must possess, and to have 5 or 6 or more would be a real challenge. They would never wear out, and I don't think I would either. I love hockey, and every time I'm in St. Louis I catch the Blues. I can't help but look on the ice and dream of a night with the team. I know that sounds absolutely crazy, but my two favorite loves are sex and hockey. So why not combine the two? So what do you think, have I gone too far? Am I really that bad a person, and most importantly, do you think I can make my dreams come true? -end- The story is true and if you would like to learn more about me or see my bio than visit www.karenkayonline.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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