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(MF, 1st, intr, college, rom) *** WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! Stop Reading This Now!! *** Although I dated during High School, my parents limited my male friends to those I had met at the Church Youth Group. We lived in Rural Oregon (dad raised goats and sold the milk to sick people who couldn't digest cow's milk) so from time to time I'd ride with Dad as he made his weekly deliveries. Where I grew up there were no Blacks, no Jews, no Hispanics, and definitely no turban heads; just church going patriotic white Americans. I was on the High School volleyball team even though I was only 5'7", and each season we traveled to surrounding communities for intramural competition... and we were bad. Even in all that travel I never met anyone except white people. I was also in the 4H club and the drama club. I did real well in school and it was suggested by my guidance counselor that I attend college. When I was accepted by OSU I was excited and elated and when I told Mom and Dad they were fretful, fearful and questioning why I needed to go to college. Their plan for me was to stay in our community, and get married to a veteran or active duty Armed Forces member. Dad was a Vietnam Vet and hated gooks, spics, kikes, wops, niggers, wetbacks, turban heads, camel jockeys, sand niggers, and basically anyone who was not blond haired, blue eyed and either a logger, farmer, rancher AND churchgoer... your basic redneck. So they were afraid that I would be corrupted by going to a big University in a big city with all those people Dad so hated. I should say that Dad was not intrinsically a hateful person, at least not to me or my brothers; he just had his likes and dislikes. During High School they were very supportive of my participation in the clubs outside the church and I was really good in drama. I had the female lead for two productions and loved participating in scenery design, lighting, stage management and getting the rest of the student body out to support us when we staged a new play. That's where this story really begins. I drove to Corvallis one week before the start of classes for my 1st semester and moved into my dorm room. Since I was early, I didn't meet my roommate until a few days later. She was sweet and also a white blond and blue eyed redneck girl although she grew up in a city with a population of 25,000. She did appear to be a bit 'faster' than I, but I paid it no mind. The first week of classes, actually as soon as I got my schedule, I turned up for drama club. Well, they had a huge theatre with professional everything from lighting and control boards to sound systems, you name it, and they had it. Our rural High School which served four surrounding communities was not a big rich institution like OSU so we had the bare minimum of everything. I was in heaven. There were about 30 of us who showed up for Drama Club orientation. The orientation started at 4 PM and I had allowed myself an extra few minutes to get to the Theatre Building as this was all new to me. One of the seniors, a black boy named Jarrell, conducted the orientation and explained that incoming freshmen almost never get cast during their first semester but worked all the backstage production jobs and would be paired after a brief chat, like a mini interview, with one of the upper classmen who could show us the ropes, and no one would be turned away... if you showed up, you are in! I liked that because I had the usual fears with all these sophisticated people that, no matter my experience, I would be turned down. Jarrell conducted all the interviews. I should mention here that my name is Peggy Zeis, and of course, the mini interviews were conducted in alphabetical order... so I was last. I gauged how long the first couple of meetings were taking and calculated that I would not get called until somewhere between 9:30 and 10 PM, so I split and got dinner and returned at 9:15. Well, I calculated wrong and I didn't get called until 11:45! The last several of us watched as the rest of the upperclassmen, doing their best to not be obvious, slithered out through one of the many exits. By the time I was called, it was me and Jarrell alone on the stage with the exception of Jim Young who was leaving the theatre after conferring with Jarrell. All the people I spoke with put me at ease about how the conversations went with Jarrell and so when I went up on the stage to speak with him I was feeling pretty relaxed, except that I had never been alone with a boy this late at night in a strange situation, and had NEVER been alone with a black person. I guess I was not able to hide my anxiety very well because my face and chest were flushed bright red, and my nipples were poking out through my bra and tee shirt... and I obviously had goose bumps on my legs below my denim mini skirt. "Hey, I'm Jarrell and you're... " while extending his hand for a shake "Peggy. Peggy Zeis," I replied. His hand was huge and my little mitt simply disappeared as we shook. He was very gentle being careful not to squeeze my hand more then is customary and courteous. I immediately thought to myself that he must feel how sweaty my palm is, oh how disgusting. I don't really know everything we spoke of for the first couple of minutes because I was in inner turmoil having a dialogue with myself about why I even cared what a black man thought about my sweaty palm... but on the other hand (no pun intended) Why am I reacting like this and why is my pussy as wet as my palm? Does he know I am falling apart? Do I care for this black man that I just met? HOW COULD I CARE FOR A BLACK MAN? The whirlwind of emotions... we were both abruptly interrupted with the sound of a massive thunderclap. It brought me back to present time. "We better get out of here before it really starts to come down" Jarrell stated as matter of fact. "But we haven't finished my..." Jarrell was rising from his chair. Maybe 6'5" and solid muscle, why hadn't I noticed before? "...orientation meeting." "Where is your dorm?" he queried. "Owens west." "OK, good, I'm Owens east; let's make a run for it. We'll talk at the dorms." That WAS one of the things my parents really objected to, co-ed dorms. They're not totally co-ed because the men are in their wing and the women in our wing, but we are in the same building. Needless to say I was drenched to the bone, we both were. If I thought my nipples were showing through my tee shirt before, now, for sure, there was nothing left to the imagination. When we reached the vestibule, Jarrell was laughing. "What's so funny? We're both drenched to the bone." "Oh, just that I like getting caught in the rain, that's all..." he was still chuckling. "Its so animal, real, natural, fun, I LIKE it," he went on. "I have to dry off... I'll go get us some towels... stay here I'll be right back," I disregarded his chortling "I'll come with.." he was following me... Oh my God, there is a man following me to my room. I had seen men in the halls in our wing... Ohhh... When we got to my room we tiptoed in so as not to wake Kathy... but there was no Kathy, instead there was a note on my pillow that she had driven home for the weekend. I got some towels and started drying my hair, Jarrell just placed his towel on his head... he didn't really have much to dry as his hair was so closely cropped. Instead he started unbuttoning his shirt as it really was just short of sopping wet. I needed to get out of these wet clothes too before I caught my death of a cold. I found a change of clothes in my cubby and with my back to him peeled off my top and unhooked my bra. Oh how I wished my dorm room had its own bathroom, but Dad didn't want to pay the extra $87.50 per month for that privilege; instead Kathy and I share a cube with no recesses. Thank god for front closure bras I thought to myself. I tried my best to dry myself without appearing provocative but it felt as though Jarrell's eyes were boring through my back trying to catch a glimpse of the side of my breast. I continued changing... now peeling off the mini skirt that was sticking to my thighs and butt. Now my one secret indulgence, my thong, also soaked through... ok here goes I thought to myself. I peeled it down my thighs and kicked them off and started drying my back when I felt his presence as he removed the towel from my hands and said, "Here let me help you with your back." I was frozen like a deer in headlights. He started gently drying my shoulders and neck and then down my back and the tops of my buttocks and the backs of my thighs and my calves and finally my ankles. I was becoming lightheaded and feeling faint. I could tell I was crimson again and my nipples were standing at attention, hard as rocks. Now he moved the towel up my shins, my thighs, over my love mound, my flat tummy, and onto my breasts. Somehow he lost the towel and was massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples; he was reaching around from behind with his long muscular arms. What I had not known was that when I went to my cubby to find dry clothes and started stripping off my wet clothing, Jarrell had finished stripping his clothing too. It felt too good when he was kneading my breasts and I moaned reflexively. As he engulfed me with his arms he moved closer and then I felt, for the very first time in my life, a man's stiff prick stabbing at my thighs just below my butt. He was bending his knees to make himself the same height as me. I don't know how, I don't know if I turned to face him or he gently turned me around, but we were locked in each others embrace and deeply exploring each others mouth. We were French kissing and I loved it. He was rubbing my butt and I could feel the hair from his chest and thighs lighting my skin aflame. He scooped me up in one smooth motion and carried me to my bed and laid me down very gently. He was atop me and we were both breathing through our noses not wanting to end our passionate kiss. I could feel every sensation and my hips were grinding uncontrollably at his stiff rod. He put his legs between my legs and then I had to speak... but nothing came out. I could not let go of him. I reached down between my legs to feel his manhood, to feel a stiff prick for the first time and slid my hand caressingly along his shaft. It was long and hard and pulsating. Then, finally then, I broke our kiss and pushed my hand gently into his chest to back him off a bit. "Jarrell, I'm a virgin. And I never figured for the first time to be with a nigga... ro..." Oh I know I said that wrong, I hope I didn't hurt his feelings. It's just my redneck upbringing and I'm not accustomed to saying Negro or African American. I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. "I figured that back at the theatre when your entire face and chest were flushed and palms were so sweaty. I'm going to make love to you for the rest of the night and into tomorrow." I'm going to be ever so gentle I'm going to make you into a woman I'm also going to make you a star" With that he kissed my lips ever so gently and ever so passionately yet sweetly. Slowly he kissed his way down my neck to my nipples. He twirled them in his big African lips with his tongue for what seemed an eternity. My hips were bucking like an unbroken horse. When I seemingly calmed down he continued down my torso with a brief stop at my navel and then onto the main event. HE PUT HIS TONGE IN MY PUSSY! I though I would pass out and maybe I did but it seemed to me he was there for at least a half an hour... I'd long ago lost track of time. Now he mounted me... "Peggy, just stay relaxed as you are now This will pinch a bit Then I will ravage you." I was as relaxed about getting fucked for the first time as any woman could possibly be. He repositioned himself with his long hard stiff prick at the opening to my pussy lips. Slowly he entered me... just a little at first for me to get accustomed to his manhood in me, then a bit more. I was OK, he was being gentle and although I felt stretched, it didn't really hurt. "This Nigga... ro is gonna make a woman out of you now bitch" And with that he slammed the entire length of hard nigger cock up my pussy in one thrust. He had kept the towel close at hand because there it was covering my mouth and muffling my screams. I was in pain and I cried and cried and cried and he pumped and pumped and pumped. "You little redneck bitch, you hurt my feelings. I'm no more a nigger then the man in the moon. Both my parents are scientists. I went to private schools starting at age 11. My father is a NASA engineering manager with a Ph.D. in astrophysics and my mother is a doctor, an OBGYN. "And you used to be a little redneck bitch but by the time I get done with you, you will become my personal slut whore I can tell by your body's reaction that this trigger should have been pulled a long time ago. You might hate me for what I have done and what I am about to do to you for this rest of tonight, but when you come to your senses, you will choose between your Mommy & Daddy's hateful world, and the reality of learning to read what type of soul and spirit animates human flesh." All this while he continued to pump me mercilessly, as hard and deep as he cold; I know I gave him good reason to be mad so I just tried to relax and take my punishment the way a good redneck girl does. Eventually he shot his load in me and I exploded in orgasm once more. I was shocked that I came the first time I was fucked; I've heard most girls don't cum. I was also ashamed that I responded just like a redneck girl to the rough play and loved it. He got off me and grabbed me by my long red hair and peered into my green eyes and continued his tirade "You're young and beautiful and can go to the Broadway stage if you can get over being a bitch impulsively. If you can learn to be a bitch on cue, that is to gain control of your impulsiveness, you will become a star of stage screen and television." "Just wait a minute Jarrell I came to college to learn to be bigger then the isolated rural Oregon community I come from. Yeah, I come from redneck stock and I'm proud of it. Not that I wanted to hurt your feelings on purpose, but I slipped. It's been drummed into me from birth that black people are niggers. That's what they are called where I come from. "You are the first black man, black person, that I've met... and I made up my mind to give you my cherry. What do you do? You turn into a redneck bastard. You promised kindness and gentleness and then you ram rod me for all you're worth, you bastard... just like the redneck boys would do under the same circumstances. So don't give me your holier than thou speech because you are just the same as those niggers and redneck boys." And I broke into tears, and cried and cried and sobbed. Amazingly, so did Jarrell. He taught me to suck dick to make him hard again. He ate me again for another hour... or so it seamed, I came and came and came endlessly. Then onto my asshole; while he was eating me he opened my asshole 1st with one finger, then two. This time, he was gentle and I loved it. Jarrell stayed on at OSU to pursue his graduate degree... and yes, we're quite the couple... there is more but that's for later... tata. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 47