("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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