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Redneck
by MrMortonMorton (MrMortonMorton@yahoo.com)
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A girl with a redneck background finds that things at
school aren't exactly how her parents had brought her
up to believe. (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.
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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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