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I First Fucked Karen at the Sit-In
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)

***

Young love and lust amid the tear gas and truncheons. 
(MF-teens, exh, rom)

***

I first fucked Karen at the sit-in. I knew I was going 
to fuck her. She was a beautiful redhead, nineteen 
years old, a nursing student.

I first laid eyes on her in the Mathematics Building—
laid eyes on her ass, that is. Her skintight 
bellbottoms beautifully displayed her round, compact, 
tight ass. The jeans looked as though they'd been 
through the war: each cheek of denim was rubbed light 
blue in its center. Well known among my buddies, they 
never failed to mention her world-class butt when 
listing her assets. There was plenty of time to study 
her figure. Sixty of us were together four days now in 
the building, sleeping and eating communally, meeting 
endlessly. My friends were right: her ass was 
remarkable. 

You could tell she'd been fucked a lot. She stood 
arrogantly, hand on hip, talking to some handsome guy 
near the door. Slender as a young teenager, long legs, 
nice shoulders, back tapered perfectly to a small 
waist. And the hair: red, so long a straight. When she 
let it down it ended just where the cleavage started. 
And those hips. Bell bottoms were designed for a body 
like hers. She turned slightly and I glimpsed a bit of 
fine looking tit straining against her snug, gauzy 
blouse and guessed her breasts were just the right size 
for my mouth. No bra! You could see her nipples. My 
cock got hard. Yea, baby! She was a fearless trail 
blazer. 

The tension and the closeness in the building kept a 
high erotic charge going. There was continuous fucking 
in dark corners that put me in a high degree of horny. 
You could see humping and sucking under blankets and 
coats. There were so many willing chicks. But I wanted 
Karen most.

She ran from a Southern cracker home when she was 
sixteen because her father's hands, always on her body, 
began to roam into intimate spots. Only a matter of 
time 'til he'd rape her. She split. She was smart and 
knew how to use her body and that got her placed in the 
program on scholarship.

Now she was walking in my direction. How very young and 
innocent looking! Her walk, and the sway of her hips, 
exuded a deep confidence in herself and her body. I 
wondered what the cops might do with her. Our eyes meet 
briefly and I wasn't sure I detected anything of me in 
them. Then, she was gone. What lingered was the 
beautiful sweet scent of patchouli, a scent that made 
the growing bulge in my tight jeans finish filling out. 
I got off the floor a went looking for the men's room 
so I could relive myself of my erection.

In the hall, there she was again. She looked me in the 
eye and said "Hi." The fragrance of patchouli hit me 
again. I felt my cock strain more in my jeans and could 
do nothing to disguise it. Besides, why disguise it? 
This was liberated territory. He eyes dropped and she 
noticed my condition. When she met my gaze again she 
was smiling. We started a conversation. I offered her a 
joint.

We lit it in a dark unoccupied corner and made 
conversation about the war, the sit-in, when the cops 
might attack, talked about Huey, Leary, so on. She was 
hip to it all and seemed to have a natural political 
instinct. As the growing feeling of sexual attraction 
built between us the conversation lagged. We gazed into 
each other's eyes and leaned our heads closer. Soon our 
lips met and we began fucking each other with our 
tongues. Her hand went right to my cock. My fingers 
found the spot between her legs and it was already 
damp. 

All of us hadn't washed properly in several days so we 
both smelled pretty funky. Instead of putting me off, 
just the opposite: my cock grew harder, and I laid her 
on her back enthralled by her fragile beauty. We dry 
humped for quite awhile. We licked and nibbled, rubbed 
and squeezed, pressed and pulled, getting each other 
hot and ready. 

"Your cock is hard," she whispered into my ear. Then, 
"It's big. I like that!"

There was fucking and sucking going on in the darkness 
around us. It was a beautiful liberation. It was 
primitive and animalistic. Just the release all of us 
needed from the daily grind of being "good," from the 
pressure to succeed and get the right grades, the right 
professors, the right recommendations. Just carnal 
humping without any pretence. Our young and beautiful 
bodies were extra charged because vulnerable and 
exposed to danger: the cops were everywhere and ready 
with clubs and kicks and gas.

We didn't have much time. She unbuckled and pushed down 
her jeans.

I got her on all fours, the position I liked best. That 
way I could get every fraction of my dick into her. So 
fucking wet, it slid in like it had been buttered. Oh, 
Karen, you little revolutionary cock-sucking communist. 
You socialist slut. Its true: the more I fuck the more 
I want to revolt. It didn't take long. I was building 
to a huge orgasm. I could feel it deep down at the base 
of my cock. 

We could hear the uproar grow minute by minute: shouts, 
screaming, crashing, breaking glass— a chaos of nasty, 
menacing sounds. Rather than deflate my dick the tumult 
had the opposite effect. I thrust into her tight cunt 
with still more animal energy, hitting her cervix. 
Deep, deep into her! How open she was! She pushed back 
hard against each thrust, cursing and sweating, 
demanding more penetration. 

"Deep, you bastard... it's so hard! Shove it, push 
harder! Yes. Pussy! Cock! Shoot your hot come in me 
with your huge dick!! Give me your big cock!" 

Oh, if your momma could hear you now Karen. 

The violence of the confrontation, coming closer now, 
unleashed a sexual violence in me I didn't know I had. 
I thought I was a kind and gentle lover. No, not now. I 
was violent. I imagined I was raping her, and I liked 
it. "Bitch! You fucking cock tease. You slut!" All this 
and more came out of my throat. 

We were on the floor in wild sexual aggression, 
assaulting each other with words, with vile demands, 
with scratches and bites, a beautiful pair of wild, 
copulating animals.

It was then that I felt it. Pressed against my open 
asshole. Cold. Hard. Big. Karen came. And I came too as 
he flipped me over, my cock pointing toward the 
ceiling, spurting the last two jets of sperm up and 
onto my stomach.

As they dragged me away, naked and exhausted, I caught 
a glimpse of Karen on her knees, the fat red dick of a 
cop stuffed in her mouth. 

She never would say if she was forced into it or was 
willing. But unlike me she walked away without a 
bruise.

END

If you enjoyed this story please let me know. Others of 
mine are posted on this archive. Julian email: 
ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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