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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

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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!
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